He kept my legs pinned to the bed with his large hands, easily keeping me restrained with his vampire strength as I thrashed in his hold.
"One more time for me, baby," he urged as he slowed his tongue, now licking me at a leisurely pace. Every inch...
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One Week Later
"Jesus, Nat! This is way too expensive!" I gave her a look, my face scrunching up as I eyed the price tag hanging from the blue bedazzled gown like it was about to come to life and bite me.
Three thousand dollars?! For a damn dress?
She gave me an unamused look before snatching it away from me and putting it back on the rack where she found it with an annoyed huff. I sighed in relief.
Blue isn't my color anyway.
"I believe James said, and I quote, 'anything my angel wants, my angel gets' followed by 'there is no limit'." she glared at me when I shrugged and sent her a cheeky smile.
I know James doesn't care how much I spend, and I know he wouldn't even notice if I bought a dress that was even more expensive than three thousand dollars, but I was raised to work for what I have. No matter how much money my father had, it was instilled in me to always be able to take care of myself and not depend on anyone for anything.
Nat, on the other hand, has always been a raging daddy's girl. Not that I wasn't, but unlike me, she took full advantage of her father's wealth, and Ivan Romanoff has always been a very giving man.
Now, there's nothing wrong with Nat letting her dad shower her in gifts, but it makes it harder for her to understand why I always feel bad when people buy me things.
And with the masquerade ball being ran by the wealthiest man in New Orleans, or second wealthiest now since James moved here, we had to dress to keep up with everyone else. Hence the reason we're in Baton Rouge, at the most expensive boutique that the state of Louisiana had to offer, looking for dresses.
"Plus, you and I both know, blue ain't my color." I wink at her, turning on my heels and marching over to the next aisle. Nat scoffed, muttering profanities under her breath.
Hundreds of dresses, in all shapes and sizes, line the walls of the pristine shop. My eyes scan over the sea of color as I let out a deep sigh.
