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Katrina’s point of view
“Who did you have in mind when you wore this dress?” his throaty voice comes as he kisses my neck.
My breath hitches, my heart drumming so loud.
“No one,” I whisper, but he scoffs, bringing his hand to my leg, and gently stroking my thigh. “Liar”
Of course, I wore this dress thinking of him. I wanted to see that fire in his eyes when he looked at me.
For some stupid reason, I find myself every time wanting him to look at me like I am the only woman in the room.
“Do you know what I do to people who lie to me?” He asks me, his hand coming up as I close my eyes.
Probably torture them.
I nod.
He smirks. “Then you know what I will do to you” He whispers, kissing my neck as his hand moves to my front, cupping my pussy.
Using his feet, he pushes one of my legs aside, parting my legs as he slides his hand into my thong.
“Turn around and look at how hot you look” he turns me around to face the mirror in front of me.
I should pull away from him. I should kick him and
