Criminal

Chapter 37

As I sat in the chair, the hairstylist worked diligently, her fingers expertly weaving through my hair. The faint scent of jasmine filled the air as she styled my locks into an intricate updo, pulling strands free to frame my face in a cascade of curls. I caught glimpses of myself in the mirror, the reflection revealing a woman transformed, her features softened by the gentle glow of candlelight.

The dress they had chosen for me was unlike anything I had ever worn before, a daring creation of silk and lace that left little to the imagination. It clung to my curves like a second skin, the low neckline plunging dangerously to reveal a tantalizing hint of cleavage. The skirt flowed around me in a whirl of fabric, teasingly short yet elegant in its design.

As the makeup artist applied the finishing touches, I caught sight of myself once  more. My eyes were smoky and alluring, lined perfectly to accentuate my gaze. My lips, plump and inviting, were painted a dark shade of crimson that seemed to beg for a kiss. I felt like a character from a gothic novel, a seductress wrapped in an air of mystery and intrigue.

The room buzzed with activity as the final preparations were made. I was a vision of beauty and danger, a fusion of elegance and eroticism that would turn heads at the ball. As the dress's fabric teased my skin, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of trepidation. Kael had promised this was his way of proving my father's guilt, but the underlying undertone of his words hinted at something more sinister.

The As the room cleared and I was left alone, a sense of unease settled over me like a suffocating blanket. But before I could gather my thoughts, Kael entered, his presence commanding the space around us. With a rough grip, he seized me by the neck, his touch both possessive and menacing. I stumbled forward, my breath catching in my throat as he bent me over, the fabric of my dress riding up to expose my bare skin.

His movements were calculated, deliberate, as he produced a small device from his pocket. My heart pounded in my chest as I watched him with a mixture of fear and anticipation. With a slow, deliberate motion, he brought the device to his lips, his tongue flicking out to trace its surface with a sinful precision.

I gasped, a shiver coursing through me as I felt his tongue caress the device, his eyes locked on mine with an intensity that sent a thrill down my spine. Then, without warning, he inserted the device inside me, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body.

"It's to keep track of you," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "So you don't try to run away."

I tried to protest, to defy him, but his touch silenced me, his fingers finding their way to my most sensitive spots with a skill that left me trembling with need. Each touch was a torment, a tantalizing reminder of my helplessness in his grasp.

And yet, despite the fear and the pain, there was something else stirring within me, a primal hunger that refused to be ignored. As he continued to tease and torment me, I found myself succumbing to the darkness, losing myself in the whirlwind of sensation. His dominance over me ignited a fire deep within, a desire that burned brighter with each passing moment.

My struggles turned into a desperate plea for more as he expertly manipulated my body, his fingers dancing over my skin with a cruel yet intoxicating precision. Every touch sent waves of pleasure crashing over me, blurring the lines between pain and ecstasy.

As he focused his attention on my clit, I felt myself teetering on the edge of oblivion, my senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of it all. With each stroke, he pushed me closer to the brink, his movements relentless and unforgiving.

And then, in a crescendo of sensation, I shattered, my cries of pleasure mingling with his growls of satisfaction. In that moment of release, I surrendered completely to him, my body a willing vessel for his cruel desires. But as the echoes of pleasure faded, a sense of dread crept in, reminding me of the dangerous game we were playing. I knew I should resist, escape his grasp while I still could, but a part of me yearned for the darkness, craved the thrill of his control.

With a wicked smile, he whispered promises of more, his words dripping with temptation. And as he pulled me into his embrace once more, I couldn't help but surrender to the inevitable, lost in a haze of passion and danger.