Paint Me Claimed - Book 2

Whatever my fiancée wants

Zemira

Leather and lace were a lethal combination to wear. Not only they had the power to strike up hidden desires, but it was also known to make anyone try testing their limits.

I sat on the bed, running my fingers through the black lacey lingerie. The corner of my eyes saw the flogger but I ignored it.

My mind was racing with the thoughts of what might happen next. My mouth was drying up, envisioning me wearing the attire. Everything was numbing my senses while also awakening something I'd never felt before.

What if I wasn't ready for it?

I'd always considered myself a vanilla girl till I met Leo. He had the power that made me worry less about being a good girl and care more about being pleased. He was a master of pleasuring me.

Yet, in every way possible and whenever I'd tried satisfying him, I believe to have fallen short.

Not that Leo ever said anything – for him I was a sex goddess – I believed that I could have performed better. Like those porn stars.

It was hard to push back the pangs of nervousness emerging from my core when I slipped into the lingerie. The hardest part was to watch me in the mirror.

I looked different. I felt it too.

The reflection staring back at me seemed to care more about how she appeared. I pulled the off-shoulder corset up, trying my best to cover up my breasts.

"Stop being a coward, Zem," I said to myself as I walked towards the door and held the doorknob. "You can do this."

Doubts encircled my mind. I wasn't sure if Leo would like it.

He was my fiancé now. What if he was truthful enough to tell me that it didn't look good on me?

Dammit

The door creaked open.

I gulped in the air, closing my eyes to avoid seeing his reaction.

Everything was silent. Not a single movement.

Gradually, I blinked my eyes open.

Leo stood in front. His right hand clutched the back of his neck. His vision remained glued on me.

A crooked smile that faltered, his throat bobbled. His jaws tightened. Air hissed between his clenched teeth.

"I've..." He began. "I've made a mistake..."

"What?" I turned my head around, evaluating the attire. Everything felt wrong. "It doesn't suit me, does it?"

I felt his finger under my chin, turning my head around to face him.

"It's a mistake because from now on, I'd never want to see you in anything but these..."

My cheeks warmed. Blood rushed to my nether, watching Leo move back and scan me.

His eyes – those specks of green – darkened. They whispered sin. They wanted to do everything wrong with me. With my body.

I held his hand and moved him inside the room. Leo's vision remained glued on my face, my body. It was his legs that followed my guidance.

There was something fundamentally hot when a man wouldn't stop staring at you, no matter what he had to do. He closed the door and walked closed.

Under his stare, I felt tingles running beneath my skin.