THE DEVIL'S CLAIM
He drops the bundle on the mattress, his eyes flicking over me once, judging, calculating, before he turns away.
“What if I don’t?” My voice cracks, but I force the words out.
Luca shrugs. “Then I’ll dress you myself.” His smirk makes bile rise in my throat. “Wouldn’t mind.”
I yank the bundle closer, glaring at him. “Get out.”
Another shrug, but he obeys, leaving me in silence.
I unfold the clothes. Black silk slip. Thin straps. Barely decent. Definitely not mine.
“Of course,” I whisper bitterly, sliding it over my body. The fabric clings to me, makes me feel naked. He wants me like this—fragile, exposed, humiliated.
Hot Chapters