Chapter 61

I couldn't stop gaping at him, feeling out of touch with reality. Even I would never dream of something like this, no matter how delusional I got.

"Maya," he called my name, "say something."

"Maestro..." I whispered, and that was all I could say. My brain seemed blank as he pulled close to me; the ring, though black, was twinkling.

"I could change it if you want me to; black diamonds don't seem to suit you," he muttered, leaving me and dropping it on the bedside table.

Before I could blink, he was in front of me again, raising my gown from the hem and then pulling it above my head.

Throwing the clothes on the floor, not even sparing a second to look at my semi-bare state as he reached behind me to unhook my bra.

Before he could reach my pants, I was pulling them down. Quickly, he grabbed my hands, pushing them at my sides, his thumb trailing down my legs, making me shudder.

Then, looking me in the eyes, he hooked his finger at the side of my snicke