Lost Love || Book 1 || Sylus x Reader || LADS Fanfiction

19. The Atelier

It feels like I have been rescued at the last moment again. My decent life was saved by a lot of people by now, otherwise Sylus would eat me up with skin and hair. I send a silent prayer to God for sending the shop's owner at the right time while my body betrayed me. I could not resist the touch of this man. He is intoxicating and if his action would continue... I would me fucked hard against the wall by now. I am sure. My wet panties remind me of that simple fact.

I try to regain my composure as Sylus takes my hand and leads me into the atelier, his grip is firm and possessive. The shop is filled with beautiful dresses and suits, and I don't know where to look first. But Sylus keeps walking until we are in a spacious backroom, filled with mirrors and mannequins.

Sylus turns to face me, his eyes are roving over my body, mentally already undressing me. "Come here." He commands with a rough whisper. He guides me to a small platform in the middle of the room, positioning me in front of a large mirror, facing myself. Sylus stands behind me, his hands resting on my hips as he leans in closer, his breath hot on the nape of my neck. I lock eyes with him over the mirror, his gaze is burning with lust, and I have to look down while I blush. Then I hear his voice close to my ear, his hot breath tickling my sensitive skin. "Time to get you out of these clothes, kitty..."

I swallow, my mouth is dry, my palms are sweaty, my heart is racing as I sense his heat behind me inches away from my body. But I am as stubborn as ever. "I am not going to strip right in front of you!" I hiss but I quickly shut my mouth as soon as the owner of the atelier walks in. "Hi sweetheart, my name is Monica." She greets me with a friendly smile after she welcomed Sylus like a VIP customer.

She brings in one dress after another, one more beautiful than the other. But Sylus just gives Monica a dismissive wave of his hand. "No, not these one. We arranged something special. I hope Luke and Kieran did not screw up again." Monica apologizes politely and hurries to bring the correct dress.

I raise an eyebrow as I hear his comment, a little worried what he might have in mind. But now I am also excited. I look down at me in the mirror... or should I say I am worried. While we wait for Monica to return with the exclusive dress, Sylus takes a seat in a comfortable chair in the corner of the room. Pouring himself a glass of wine with his legs crossed, staring at me while I stand awkwardly on the plateau. The embarrassment is written all over my face. Then he gestures to me with the wineglass still in his hand, impatient for me to undress right here and now. A sadistic smirk plays on his lips while he takes a slow sip of the wine.

Sensing his hungry gaze through the mirror I feel like prey, but despite that he looks awfully calm and composed drinking his fucking wine. Please, give me the whole bottle... or shoot me. I don't care. "Oh kitten... don't be shy now. You've already given me a teaser on the bike, it's only fair that I get to enjoy the full view now." I only glare at Sylus as he moves his lips to soundless pronounce one single order: "Strip!"

I meet Sylus gaze with my stubbornness, his eyes gleaming with lust. I can't help the feeling of excitement running through my veins as I recall the sensation his touches caused to my body. Sylus waits for me, will I comply or keep stubbornly resisting. The tension is crackling in the air between us.

Just as the tension reaches its boiling point, Monica finally returns with the right dress. She glances at me, then at Sylus, a silent question forming in her eyes. It's clear that she's wondering what's the fuck is going on and why I am still not undressed. Sylus smirks at my predicament. Meanwhile, my gaze is locked onto the dress in Monicas hands. It is made of black satin with rubies stitched to its fabric, which reminds me of a bloody night sky. Its breathtaking.

"Ah... splendid." Sylus purrs, his voice dripping with false politeness as he sets his wineglass down rising from his chair. "Everything looks perfect. Monica, can you give us a moment, please?"