Page 57 of The Gangster King

“Well...you ignored me.” I almost whisper.

He blinks.

“What?” he asks, confused.

Stop talking. Do not let him know he got under your skin.

“You. Ignored. Me.”

More blinking.

Then his eyes dip down over my naked body, then up to mine. Before I realize what he’s doing, he tugs me almost right up against him.

Almost, but not quite.

Then in a husky voice, he says, “Because kitten, if I hadn’t, I would’ve fucked you so hard I would’ve broken something. Maybe you.”

My mouth drops open.

A glint sparkles in his eyes, and while he doesn’t smile, I know he likes my response.

“Now shower, clean that sexy pussy, and get dressed in the outfit right at the back of your wardrobe.” He runs a finger down between my breasts.

Then his thumb swipes over my nipple, and I whimper.

“Be ready at seven.”

Before I can ask where we are going, he strides away.

At the door, he stops. “Wear the mask.”

What the hell?

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I’M IN A funk after finding the red dress hidden away in a designer dress bag right at the back of the wardrobe. Around the hanger hangs a black masquerade mask with crystals.

They better be crystals.

Surely they aren’t diamonds...but I wouldn’t put it past him. Both our families are wealthy as fuck.

Anyway, it’s not the mask that bothers me as much as the neckline of the dress. Given Dante’s growing possessiveness, if I wear that dress out of this house—I’ll get to that in a minute—he will lose his mind.

The figure-hugging red fabric plunges down to my naval and has an open back.

He’s going to lose his ever-loving mind.

Who chose this damn thing? Someone who doesn’t understand Dante and how he feels about me.

Insanely possessive.

I’m no stranger to beautiful designer clothing, but this item is sending a message. I just wonder who it’s to.

Not me, I know that.

My father. It has to be.

Goddamn him. This is a dangerous game he’s playing, with me as the pawn.