Chapter 65

“Actually, I don’t need underwear,” I snort loudly, stubborn Emma kicking in. “I like the feeling of not wearing any,” I remark and walk past her, then him, with my chin in the air. I stop at a rail of all-in-one catsuits and glare at him pointedly. “Maybe I’ll start dressing in such a way so that my panties are inaccessible after this,” I pout before walking out of the shop, his smirk following me before he even attempts to.

He’s fast to catch up, trying to grab my hand, but I pull it away, keeping my face turned so he can’t tell if I’m mad. I know I should be, but somehow, I’m not. I feel strangely powerful.

I should torture him this way as I know it’s one way I’ll win. He may be the dark lord of sexual prowess, but I know how to shut him out and close down on him, so he doesn’t know what I’m thinking, and I know he hates that more than anything.

“You mad at me, Bambina?” he soothes, but I catch the laughter in his voice.

So, he thinks he’s funny?

“I’