88. His own darkness

Erica

I could feel eyes on me from all around the room. Even when they weren’t looking, it felt like their eyes were stripping me off the non existent dress I was wearing. But then slowly that awareness disappeared with his heavy, warm hand at my back. His big palm was splayed across my naked back and all my senses were focused on that simple touch. I also noticed how men looked at me with blatant curious gazes mixed with lust but soon that would turn into disregard when those eyes would see the man standing beside me. As if they couldn’t insult him by looking at me for too long and yet there was interest in the quiet murmurs that followed us.

I realised Antonio wasn’t lying when he had said that no one would dare to touch me with him by my side and this in itself felt like a power someone handed to me. I wasn’t a woman who got easily impressed but in this instance I felt a certain amount of appeal that this man held enough power that I could’ve been standing here in a set of lingerie