His Silent Possession
"It arrived from Milan yesterday."
Selene grabbed the fabric, and stepped behind the drapes to put it on. When she walked out, the stylist completely stopped talking.
The dress was dangerous and intentionally sexy. The neckline dropped down in a dramatic, plunging V that stopped just above her navel, framing her full chest beautifully without a single hint of modesty. When she turned around, the entire back of the dress was completely gone, bared all the way down to her lower waist, exposing every inch of the skin Cassian had just touched. It was a direct fuck you to his possessive rules.