I yawned as the door opened and Aaron stumbled inside, closing the door firmly behind him and making sure it was locked. A cloud of smoke and alcohol was clinging to his clothes, and I wondered where he’d been the whole night. Not that I’d missed him. It was nice to have the whole bed to myself. But when Aaron turned around, his mouth fell open, and he pulled his gun out and pointed it at me.
“What the fuck did you do?” he growled, his gun still aimed at my head as he stalked toward the bed like a predator.
I rolled over in the bed and sat up, glancing at the mess I’d made while going through his stuff. “I was bored. And too tired to clean up. Who cares? You’ll get a maid and she’ll deal with it. It’s not like you have anything important in here.” If there was something even remotely interesting in here, it was probably in that safe I couldn’t open. The shelves, closets, and drawers, however, were filled with useless crap.
“You’re not allowed to go through my things!” he yelled, the grip on the gun tightening.
“Fine. Won’t do it again.” I crossed my arms. “Are you really going to shoot me because I threw some of your shirts on the floor?”
He took a deep breath, exhaled, and finally lowered the gun. His blue eyes glowed with fury as they narrowed at me. “Don’t ever do that again, understood?” He tucked the gun back into the back of his pants and turned toward the door. There was a bag next to it that I hadn’t seen him bring in. He picked it up and threw it on the bed next to me.
“My father’s having a party tonight. He wants you to be there, too. If anyone asks, your name’s Ella, and you’ll have to act just like any perfectly trained slave. You’ll do exactly as I say without hesitation, and you’ll keep your head down unless instructed otherwise. I got you some clothes. Put on the black lace dress. No underwear.”
I peeked into the bag that was full of... strange pieces of clothing. My eyebrows shot up as I lifted an entirely see-through thing that was supposed to be a dress. “This?” I might as well go naked because this thing wasn’t a dress. It was a tight net of lacy flowers that were in all the wrong places. “You have terrible taste.”
“Even in that you’ll be overdressed, but hey, if you don’t want to do any of this, you can always...” He tapped his gun, his face deadly serious. Was it worth going through all this and letting some assholes watch and touch my body just because there was a teeny tiny chance I would survive? Probably not. But if my cousin was here or if someone mentioned her... That was a good enough reason for me to go through with this stupid plan.
“Right. I’ll put it on.” I rolled my eyes, tugging at the dress almost in hopes it would rip, but the rest of the things I could see in the bag weren’t any better either. As I got to my feet, I met Aaron’s eyes. “Won’t you go take a shower or something? You smell like a pigsty.”
He sniffed at the sleeve of his shirt and screwed his nose up. “Right after you get dressed. Here. Now.”
I didn’t like the commanding tone of his voice at all. “You want me to change in front of you?”
“You’re my slave. I need to know your body better than anyone else. And you need to get used to people looking at you and touching you. You’re beautiful. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
I snorted. What an asshole. “Don’t try to make this sound like some super awesome, self-discovering, confidence-boosting thing for me.” My fingers curled into fists and it was a surprise I didn’t make a hole in the dress, but that thing was strangely resilient. “That’s not what this is. Do you really think that just because you promise no one will stick their filthy dick inside me that everything else is perfectly fine? That I should be okay with someone’s hands all over me? Or be happy that everyone can see all of me, because hey, my body is great, so why not? Should I be happy nothing worse is going to happen to me or that I’m not lying dead in a ditch somewhere with a bullet in my head?” I curled my lip at him. “You disgust me.”
His cold eyes softened, and he looked away from me, loosening the tie around his throat. “No,” he finally said, swallowing hard, but then his eyes went cold again as he lifted his head. Every part of him seemed as if he were made of ice. “But we do what we have to. Put on the dress, Ella.”
What we have to? Was he serious? I looked into his steely eyes and realized that in this state he was more likely to kill me if I didn’t do it than just let me go change in the bathroom instead. I glanced down at the dress and sighed. It was see-through anyway. It wasn’t like Aaron wouldn’t be seeing plenty once I put it on. At the back of my mind, I pictured strangling him with this dress, but Katya needed me. She might be around here somewhere. I could do this.
As I pulled my shirt over my head and lowered my jeans, I stared at Aaron in indignation, but he was just watching me without even blinking, his whole body like stone, his chest barely moving. My hair hid most of my breasts when I took off my bra, but when I slid my panties down my legs, Aaron’s lips parted slightly, his eyes traveling up and down my body. His hands were strategically resting in front of his crotch, and I wondered just how much he liked what he saw.
I slipped on the dress, tugging it down, but it barely came down to the top of my thighs. Stopping in front of the mirror, I pulled my hair up and then let it spill over my shoulders. The dress was hugging my body perfectly, and my nipples were barely hidden by two lacy roses.
“Happy?” I twirled around.
“Not yet,” he said. “Turn toward the mirror and don’t move.”
I did as he told me, gritting my teeth. He came to stand behind my back, his hand cupping my breast gently, then gliding down my stomach and curving around my back, raising goose bumps on my arms that were thankfully mostly hidden under the lacey sleeves. His hand continued lower and lower until it rested on my ass. He squeezed and it took all of my willpower not to turn around and punch him in the face.
“Good,” he said, his hand dropping to his side. Without another word, he whirled on his heels and strode toward the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. I stared at the closed door and let out a shuddery breath. I found myself walking toward the bathroom and I leaned my head against the door, hearing only the muffled sound of the running water. My lips slowly spread into a smile.
There was a way for me to get back at Aaron for what he’d just done and to show him what it had felt like. I carefully tried the knob, pushing the door a tiny bit and peeked inside. He wasn’t anywhere near the door, so I slipped inside. The water was running loud enough that Aaron hadn’t heard me enter. I could see his toned body through the glass as he ran both hands through his wet hair, the water trickling down his back.
Leaning on the wall, I watched him as his muscles flexed and his soapy hand slid to his cock. As if sensing my gaze, he lifted his head toward me and jumped back so fast that he nearly slipped, and he had to place a hand on the wall to steady himself.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” he yelled. His hands lowered toward his cock, but he stopped himself from covering himself at the last moment, his fingers curling at his sides.
I bit down on my lip as I took a long look. “Oh, you said we should know each other’s bodies. I mean, I’m supposed to be your slave and know every inch of you, so... we do what we have to.” I grinned at him, my gaze lingering on his cock. He was even bigger than I thought he’d be. Why was such perfection wasted on him?
“You’ve seen enough,” he said through his teeth.
I shrugged. “Whatever you say, Master,” I mocked, then pushed myself off the wall and headed toward the door, glancing at him over my shoulder with a broad smile on my face. His chest was moving up and down rapidly and he just stood there as I closed the door behind me.
I threw myself on the bed, covering my head with a pillow. Now the image of him naked wouldn’t leave my mind. If only he were a normal guy... God, what I’d do to him. Every single inch of him would be mine. A groan escaped my throat.
No. Aaron was my enemy and he wasn’t a good person. He was a cold-blooded killer, and the only reason I wasn’t dead right now was because he needed me since no one else would dare go against his father and help him with such a dangerous plan. Still, the memory of his shocked face made me laugh out loud. What had he thought? That he could do whatever he wanted to me and not expect me to get some form of retribution for it? I was sure he wouldn’t make the same mistake again.