Chapter 71
Chapter 71
Later that night, I sat at the vanity, staring at the dress that had been laid out for me.
I wasn’t sure what I had expected.
Something simple. Elegant. Something to blend in.
But this?
This was dominance in fabric.
A sleek, black satin gown with a plunging neckline, hugging every curve, flowing down in a way that screamed luxury.
Expensive.
Untouchable.
My fingers traced the fabric absentmindedly.
I wasn’t naive.
I knew exactly why he had chosen this.
It was a statement.
And I would be wearing it as his statement.
I exhaled sharply, pushing back from the vanity, my pulse pounding.
This wasn’t just an event.
This was the moment I stopped being just Aria Montel.
And started becoming something else entirely.
The next day had approached so quickly. More quickly that I expected.
I sat before the vanity, letting the maids work around me, their hands swift and precise. The soft hum of conversation barely registered as I stared at my reflection.
It was me.
But not the girl who had once danced to survive. Not the girl who had lived in fear, waiting for the next disaster to strike.
No.
This was a woman.
A dangerous woman.
The sleek black satin hugged my curves, the fabric shimmering under the golden glow of the chandeliers. It clung to my waist like it had been painted onto me, flowing down in delicate folds, grazing my ankles with every movement.
A slit ran high up my thigh, teasing flashes of skin. A temptation–just enough to entice but never give too much.
The neckline plunged deep, revealing a hint of cleavage, but not obscene. No, it was calculated. A whisper of seduction wrapped in class.
My hair had been swept up into an intricate updo, soft strands left loose to frame my face. Dark waves cascading in effortless perfection, as if I hadn’t spent hours being sculpted into this image of power.
My makeup was flawless.
Smoky eyes, deep and sultry, lined to intensify the sharpness of my stare. My lips painted a deep, dangerous red–bold enough to make a statement, to hold attention without a single word spoken.
I looked expensive.
Untouchable.
Exactly the way Dominic wanted me to look.
The maids stepped back, murmuring soft praises.
And then-
A presence.
I felt him before I saw him.
The air shifted, thickened. The heat of his gaze burned against my skin as his slow, measured footsteps echoed through the room.
I met his eyes in the mirror.
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Dark.
Unwavering.
His jaw ticked as he studied me.
And then, in a voice like silk–wrapped steel-
“Stand up.”
I obeyed, slowly rising, smoothing my hands down the fabric of the dress.
Dominic moved behind me, his fingers trailing over my bare shoulders, his touch featherlight.
“You look…” He exhaled, his grip tightening ever so slightly. “Dangerously alluring.”
A shiver ran down my spine.
“Is that a compliment?” I murmured.
His lips brushed against the shell of my ear. “It means you’re going to have men rolling on the floor tonight.” My pulse jumped.
His hands traced down my arms Possessively.
“Raise your dress.”
I swallowed. “What?”
He didn’t repeat himself.
He never did.
I hesitated–just for a second–before my fingers grasped the silky material, lifting the hem ever so slightly.
Higher.
Higher.
A mockery of the power I thought I had.
Cool air brushed against my thighs as the fabric bunched at my hips, exposing bare skin.
His hands slid lower.
Fingertips ghosting over my thighs, sending heat curling through my stomach. His fingers ran over my clit covered by the panties I wore.
“Take them off.”
I bit my lip. “Dominic-”
His voice dropped. “Now.”
A battle waged inside me.
But he knew.
He always knew.
I stepped out of them.
The lace pooled at my feet, forgotten.
His breath hitched.
I felt it more than I heard it.
Then, before I could process it, his hand was between my thighs.
A single, teasing stroke.
Featherlight. Barely there.
My knees wobbled.
His chuckle was low, dark.
And then-
Something cold pressed against my skin. A vibrator. My pussy noises were already being heard in the room. My legs trembled as the continuous movement inside of me making my nipples hard and my pussy even wetter.
I sucked in a breath. “Dominic-”
His lips grazed my jaw.
“This stays in.”
My pulse hammered.
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Heat coiled through me, twisting, tightening.
He pulled back, straightening my dress as if nothing had happened.
Then, he smirked.
“You’re ready,”
I swallowed hard
For what?
To face Mikael or to survive Dominic?
Because howndoni survive with a fucking vibrator inside of my vagina?
I linked my eyes, keeping a straight face, well trying to ask I tried to ignore the lingering sensation between my thighs–the steady pulse, the warmth curling deep in my stomach.
I had no business feeling like this, not when we were walking straight into enemy territory.
Nico was talking into his earpiece as we stepped into the grand entrance hallway of his mansion. His voice was smooth, controlled, but then–he turned.
And he froze.
Not a slow realization. Not a lingering glance.
No.
A complete, stunned reaction.
His eyes dragged over me like he was seeing something unreal. His lips parted, words forgotten as he visibly tried to process what he was looking at.
I knew this dress was powerful.
I just didn’t expect it to shock Nico into silence.
He quickly covered it, clearing his throat and tilting his head slightly. “Well, damn.”
Dominic tensed beside me, his fingers brushing the small of my back–a silent, warning touch.
“Not a fucking word, Dominic murmured, voice quiet, dangerous.
Nico raised a hand in surrender. “Hey, I didn’t say anything.”
I barely heard them.
Because every step I took, every slight shift of my legs, sent a deep vibration through me.
My breath hitched.
Dominic noticed.
His lips curled slightly, satisfaction flickering in his gaze.
I shot him a glare, but he only leaned in, his breath teasing my ear.
“You’ll thank me later.”
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