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Chapter 63 | Velvet Chains

I'm telling you all babes that my phone better starts BLOWING UP with votes and comments.

In the shitty state I am, I still forced myself to finish the chapter and update.

The hardest scene at the end and I had to write it with my head almost exploding. Hmm... I wonder what that scene is.

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The car hums beneath me as we speed down the highway. Dimitri's presence fills the space between us. The raw masculinity that practically drips off him is making me dizzy to say the least.

I sneak a glance at him from the corner of my eye. God, why does he have to look so sexy when he drives? His large, veiny hands grip the steering wheel effortlessly, the tattoos snaking down his arms in a way that makes my stomach flip. He's all power confidence, and control, his Armani suit perfectly tailored to his muscular frame. Every time his hand shifts on the gearstick, I catch myself staring.

But what can a girl do? It's hard not to look...

For Christ's sake, get it together. I shift in my seat, looking out the window in an attempt to distract myself. The sky is a perfect blue, stretching out endlessly above the highway. The trees blur as we pass them, and I focus on their green leaves dancing in the wind. It's a beautiful day outside.

I have no idea where he's taking me, and that only heightens the anticipation building in my chest. Also I'm very nervous to spend the day with him, we practically didn't say a word to eachother in the past three days since I was almost— nope, not going there.

Suddenly, I feel the warmth of his hand on my thigh. I gasp, my breath catching in my throat as I glance down to see his tattooed fingers resting against my skin, gently stroking. My mouth parts slightly, the heat from his touch spreading through my body and I almost squirm from the tingles that appeared.

"Someone is very nervous, yes?" His deep voice rumbles through the car, his eyes still on the road, though I swear I can feel his attention locked on me.

I didn't even realize I was shaking my leg until his hand stopped it. My body betrays me under his touch, warmth pooling low in my belly. And lower still as his thumb brushes lazily over my skin.

"Relax, little girl," he murmurs, voice dark and teasing. "No need to be nervous... just yet."

I nearly choke on my breath at the suggestive lilt in his voice. Just yet? What does that mean? My pulse races, my thoughts colliding as I try to keep up with his cryptic words and the sensation of his hand on me.

And then, just like that, he pulls his hand away, leaving me feeling colder and emptier than I want to admit. Hey! Rude... I bite the inside of my cheek, resisting the irrational urge to whine. I want his touch back. God, I want it back so badly, but I don't dare say anything. No way I'm going to embarrass myself any further.

"You look very pretty in this dress," he says, his voice softer now, but no less commanding.

Heat immediately rushes to my cheeks, and I feel like I'm burning from the inside out. Pretty. He thinks I look pretty. The butterflies in my chest turn into a frenzy. I don't know why I feel so giddy, like a schoolgirl with a crush. I've never reacted like this around anyone before. It's infuriating. I know I need to calm down and pull myself together, but... it's him.

"T-thank you," I mumble, barely managing to get the words out. My voice is shaky, and I mentally cringe at how pathetic I sound. Seriously girl?

I quickly turn my head, looking back out the window to hide my blushing face. Maybe if I focus on the passing trees, I can stop my heart from racing.