She grabbed the dress off of the chair, holding it up against my body. The fabric felt luxurious against my skin, and I could only imagine what it would feel like to have it on. I had never worn anything so expensive before.
“Mind if I help you get out of your clothes dear?” she asked. “Don’t worry, I’ve seen it all.”
“I can do it myself,” I said, not wanting to give up that bit of autonomy. It felt almost invasive, but I didn’t know why.
As I began to strip, she started her bombardment of questions.
“How did you and Malcolm meet, dear? He’s never brought a woman to me before.” Did she not know?
I couldn’t very well tell her the truth— that he had kidnapped me. My dad’s life was hanging in the balance, which wasn’t a very comforting prospect. Kylie gave me the feeling that she was someone who was good at sniffing out lies.
So I did my best to tell her something as close to the truth as possible. “He was visiting my work and we hit it off.” I was in just my panties and bra now, and I couldn’t help but shiver. The room had a faint draft, and it set off goosebumps all over my skin.
She gestured for me to take my undergarments off as well. “I’m afraid you can’t wear those,” she explained. “The dress has a built-in cup, and the sheer panels make it very difficult to conceal any type of underwear. Now, where did you say you worked?”
“At the Humane Society,” I replied, reluctantly removing the last bits of clothing. I didn’t really know how I felt about being naked under the dress, it seemed like it might just be an excuse for Malcolm to have his way with me.
But Kylie had designed and made the dress, and I didn’t think she would knowingly make anything for an unsavory purpose.
“Fantastic darling, I see you’re already bare, now the dress will hopefully fit like a glove,” she said, clapping her hands together. She unzipped the dress, and set it down so that I could step into it.
“Since he met you at the shelter, then you must know that Malcolm loves animals. I’ve been trying to convince him to adopt some dogs for years, to keep him company, you know? He loves them, but complains he just doesn’t have enough time.”
“He said something like that to me too.” I stepped into the dress, and let the older woman guide it onto my body.
Despite her not having my exact measurements, the dress fit like a glove. When she moved my hair gently to the side and zipped the zipper back up, I knew that there would be no need for alterations.
It was perfect already.
“Come over here, you should see yourself, you look absolutely stunning,” Kylie said, guiding me over to where a large floor to ceiling mirror sat in one corner of the room. She was beaming, clearly proud of the work that she had done.
I, myself, was stunned when I looked in the mirror.
Kylie must have been a witch, or perhaps a fairy godmother. I had never looked so exquisite in my life.
The dress was made of a clinging, black fabric, with panels of sheer black artfully placed around the body. It hugged my form, coming to mid-thigh, and my legs looked golden coming out from beneath it.
I looked alluring, like a siren, or a temptress of the golden age of Hollywood. I had no doubt in my mind that Malcolm would be able to resist me in this.
And, at least for the moment, I didn’t think I wanted him too. There were so many conflicting feelings within me. I just wanted some truth. And maybe, if we got closer, I would come to understand why the people around him were convinced he was such a good person.
“He’s lucky to have you,” Kylie said from behind me, gently sweeping my hair into an updo with expert hands. “From what I can tell, you’re a good and honest person. I still don’t know how he managed to find you.”
“And what about me? Am I lucky to have him?”
Kylie produced a set of gold earrings and a delicate necklace. The jewelry elongated my neck and completed the look perfectly. “Of course dear. He’s a good man, make no mistake of that. And those that are close to him, he would protect with his life. He’ll treat you well, I can tell from the way he looks at you.”
In my mind, I was daydreaming, of another life where Malcolm was not a criminal, and my dad was not out to kill him, and we had met under different circumstances. In the daydream, I was his beautiful, blushing bride, and things were perfect.
Was that what the people around him saw? What did they think of him? What was Malcolm hiding from me that made them feel this way about him?
I was hoping that tonight I might find out.
Chapter Thirteen
Malcolm
The gala had started and Aurora and her father were still nowhere to be seen.
I had no idea what was taking Kylie so long. It was true that I had brought Aurora to her later than I should have, and I imagine this probably threw off the rest of the schedule for the night.
I just couldn’t wait to see Aurora in that dress. I could only imagine what it would like on her beautiful little body. Kylie was a goddess when it came to accentuating curves and making women look like angels.
And since Aurora was practically already an angel….
My mind couldn’t fathom it.
When I heard the gasps, I knew where to look.
There she was, at the top of the stairs like a Cinderella. All eyes were on her, and she looked positively frightened but was glowing from within at the same time.
Kylie was nowhere to be seen, and I could only assume that she had faded into the background. I would locate her later, to thank her. How could I not when the most beautiful creature I had ever seen was standing right there, in front of me?
I was crossing the room in seconds, ascending the stairs to meet her. Her eyes widened when she saw me, and I could only imagine what was going through her mind.
Her expression kept shifting under my gaze. Worried, excited, sad, joyous. I didn’t know what was directed at me, and what was directed at her current situation. It was something I could ask her about later, for now, I just wanted her on my arm.
I took her hand, bringing it up to my lips to place a chaste kiss against her fingers. She smelled so heavenly, like jasmine in full bloom.
“You look lovely,” I said, lowering my hand. “Shall we? There’s a lot to see.”
To my surprise, she took my arm without any sort of retort. It was so unlike her, to not at least let out a biting comment, that I felt a little worried.
Then, as we were descending the stairs, she leaned over, as if to whisper some joke or shared confidence in my ear.
“You’re a pervert for commissioning this dress.”
I laughed, head thrown back, waves of amusement rippling through me. “Is that so? Well, you should bring your complaints to Kylie. I’m afraid I only told her to make you look beautiful, not to add these tempting panels.”
I brushed a hand over one on her back, and she shivered involuntarily.
I had to admit, Kylie had worked her magic with this one. It did feel a little like she was trying to set me up though, with the way the dress hugged Aurora and the panels that let me see all the way up her outer thighs.
It was like she wanted me to fuck her.
We reached the bottom of the steps, and I took her into the crowd, weaving through so we were no longer the center of attention.
“There are so many people here,” she remarked, her voice full of awe as she looked around.
“Of course, what kind of party would it be otherwise?”
“I mean, a normal one? What kind of party serves oysters, and basically has an orchestra playing? You might as well just be giving out gold.” She gestured to her necklace with her free hand.
“You’ll be delighted at the party favors then,” I said with a wink.
“You have party favors?”
“Of course not, this is a gala, not some sort of child’s birthday party. I was just teasing.”
“Oh.” She seemed, oddly disappointed.
“If you really want a pa
rty favor that bad, I might be able to work something out.”
She shook her head vigorously. “No, that’s not what I was saying at all. I just… don't really know how these things work.”
“What? Never been to a gala?” I teased.
“You can cut it with the rich boy nonsense, not everyone is as privileged as you,” she retorted, surprising me with the bite behind her words.
“I didn’t mean it like that,” I said softly, hoping that would be enough of an apology for her. “You know I was only joking.”
“Well, you’re terrible at it.”
“And your insults are getting worse by the day. Honestly Aurora, I don’t know what to do with you.”
With her being right there next to me, it was difficult to focus on my main objective. I knew that I needed to be on a lookout for Kline, but I couldn’t help but be distracted.
It was an ideal night for him to show up. The mansion was open, I was out and about, there was plenty of cover, and it shouldn’t look like a setup. So where was he?
Aurora seemed to be picking up on the nervous energy that I was emitting.
“Is something supposed to happen?” she asked, her brows furrowing.
Damn, I was too restless. I needed to get some of this energy out, or I would never be able to focus.
“No, just listening for the perfect song,” I lied. “Will you dance with me?”
There were a few couples on the dance floor right now, making their turns around to the music that was being played. Others swayed on the outskirts, not brave enough yet to join them.
“I’d rather not,” she said, looking off into the distance.
“Awww, come on, are you sure?” I let my hand brush along her jaw, turning her to look at me.
She sighed. “I suppose I don’t have a choice, do I?”
“You would be correct,” I smirked, taking her in my arms and sweeping her to the dance floor.
I danced quite a bit in my youth and kept up with lessons as I got older, so I knew what I was doing. I could tell that Aurora had no idea what was going on though, from the nervous look on her face and the way she kept stumbling over my feet.
“Just relax,” I whispered in her ear. “Let me lead, or else I’ll have no toes by morning.”
This earned me a chuckle, and she released some of the tension she was holding in her body, allowing me to guide her through the movements with subtle pressure.
I could feel the warmth of her skin through the mesh on the back of her dress, and her hand rested on my upper arm. Whenever she got scared again, she would squeeze ever so slightly.
It was cute, to put it simply. It made me want to protect her more than anything.
I pulled her slightly closer to me, suddenly consumed by the urge to kiss her.
I wanted her again, I couldn’t lie to myself. Denying my feelings for her were just getting in the way of the things that I had to do.
I couldn’t concentrate when she was around me, and all I could think about when she wasn’t, was her.
I swept her around the room to the rhythm of the song, waiting for an opportunity to pull both of through an open door and close it behind us.
“What are you—” she started, but I cut her off, smashing my lips against hers.
Chapter Fourteen
Aurora
I had been expecting it, but it was still so sudden.
The way Malcolm had looked at me from the moment I entered the grand room where he was holding the gala told me that it was only a matter of time before he got me alone and worked his magic again.
His lips were so sweet against my mine, and my body responded instantly, heat flushing me as I remembered the night that we had shared.
In the back of my mind, there was a voice nagging me, telling me something was wrong.
The gala had seemed… off somehow.
Malcolm had been looking around as if waiting for something to happen, and there were quite a few guests that looked tense as if they too were expecting something.
I couldn’t think much about it with Malcolm’s body crushing mine, pushing me firmly against the door, but the feeling was still there.
His hand crept up the inside of my leg, and he broke away from the kiss to whisper in my ear. “You don’t know how much I’ve been wanting to do this. You’re so fucking hot, it’s unfair.”
“You can blame that on yourself,” I teased back.
“I don’t regret it. I would have Kylie make another dress for you in a heartbeat. She certainly knows how to make you look even more irresistible.” One hand squeezed my butt, pulling me closer to him.
I could feel his cock, erect in his pants, and ready for me, but I wanted to savor things this time.
I wanted to be close to him, I wanted to make him feel good, and I didn’t want him to run away this time.
“Promise me something,” I said, grinding against his cock.
He groaned, head tilted back. “Oh, babe, that’s cheating. I would promise you anything when you’re like this.”
“It’s not cheating, just using my advantages,” I teased, kissing him again. I broke away before it could go very far, sidestepping him and retreating further into the room.
“Fine, what is it you want? Just come back here,” he said, taking a few steps after me. “Look at what you’ve done to me.” He pointed to the bulge in his pants, and I merely giggled.
“I just don’t want you to run away this time.”
“What do you mean?” he asked, sounding genuinely confused.
“Last time, I went to sleep, and when I woke up and you were gone. Then, I didn’t see you for days. It was like you were avoiding me.”
He groaned, taking a seat in one of the plush armchairs that occupied the room. “Because I was avoiding you. You do things to me Aurora, things that you should be too innocent to know about. You make my body feel all kinds of ways, and I don’t know what to do with myself around you. You make me feel crazy.”
I plopped down on the couch across from him, crossing my legs in a way that made the dress ride up ever so slightly.
“Then don’t do it again, that’s all I’m asking.” I wanted answers, and developing this connection with him seemed like the best way to get them. At least, that’s what I was telling myself.
He looked up at me with a lust-filled gaze. “I’m a dangerous man Aurora, it’s probably better that I stay away from you.”
“That’s fine then.” I stood, smoothing my dress, and started a path towards the door. “We can just go back to the party.”
I wasn’t expecting Malcolm to cross the room as quickly as he did, nor did I expect him to slam me against the wall, caging me between his strong arms.
His erection was pressed firmly against my butt, and his breath was hot on my ear. I squirmed, but he didn’t give me any space to maneuver.
“I don’t think that’s necessary,” he said, voice low and filled with lust.
I didn’t want to admit it, but these things turned me on. I liked when my partner held power over me like this, and the way he was speaking filled my core with warmth.
“Then what do you plan to do?” I asked.
“You know exactly what I intend.” He pressed himself closer to me, the hardness of his erection making me gasp. “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk anymore.”
At this point, I didn’t care that he hadn’t bothered to promise me what I asked. I was too wet and needy for him, and I wanted him inside of me now.
“Then do it,” I said. “Do it, Malcolm.”
“What do you want me to do baby?” His hands traveled up to my waist, then higher to cup my breasts. He squeezed and I let out a short gasp.
“You bastard, you know exactly what I want you to do.”
“Then you shouldn’t have any problem spelling it out for me.” His lips were close to my ear as he said this, and he kissed me gently right behind it.
“I want you to fuck me,” I said. “I want you inside of me
, and I want your cum filling me up.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes, Malcolm.”
“Say it again.” He was still pressing me against the wall, and his lips were working their way down my neck. Every so often he would nip and bite at the skin in a way that made me squirm. I couldn’t think, I couldn’t speak. It was too much.
“Malcolm, I want you.”
“Then you shall have as you wish.”
He yanked me away from the wall, and then spun me around to face him. His lips crashed against mine, demanding my attention. I gave back eagerly. I wanted this so badly, more than anything I had ever wanted before.
That taste I got last time hadn’t satisfied me in the least. It only made me want him more, however much I might want to deny it.
His hands roamed over my body, touching me in such a light way that it sent shivers all through me.
I wanted this dress off, and I wanted it off now. I wanted him to see how beautiful I was, to savor me yet again, to realize how lucky he was that I was sharing myself with him.
“Strip me,” I said breaking away from him, looking into his lust-filled eyes. “I want you to see all of me.”
He licked his lips, his eyes traveling over me again.
“You do look divine in that dress. But you’re even lovelier in just your skin.”
His fingertips brushed against my thighs, and then continued up, grabbing the hem of my dress and slowly inching it up.
He kissed me as he did so, taking things agonizingly slow. Every touch of his fingers to newly uncovered skin made me squirm with desire, and I didn’t know how much longer I would be able to hold back.
I wanted him to just rip the dress off me, and then I wanted to undress him.
But Malcolm had his own pace, and I liked it when he was in control. Despite how much I might hate him, I trusted him in the bedroom.
He knew how to make me feel good, and I knew that he wouldn’t hurt me unless I wanted him to.
The only danger was that I would end up falling for him.
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