[ SALVATORE’S POV ]The fake tears vanished from Sofia’s face in an instance replaced with something sharper. Seduction and determination. Slowly, deliberately, her fingers went to the strap of her white dress. She didn’t look down, not even once. Her eyes stayed on me, dark and unblinking, daring me to look away first.The fabric slid from her shoulder, then the other. She let it fall inch by inch, as if every movement was measured. The dress pooled at her feet in soft white folds.She stepped out of it without breaking eye contact. No rush, no shame. Just a quiet challenge hanging in the air between us.I didn’t raise my voice. Didn't ask her to stop her ridiculous show.“On your knees,” I said, calm as a verdict. “Walk slowly to me. Slowly.”She obeyed. She walked herself to the floor with delicate care, the movement unhurried, like she’s in a soap opera, almost irrelevant. Then she began to move towards me. One measured step at a time, her posture was graceful and intentional. S
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