Nathalie.
"Strip." His voice dropped an octave as he pulled away.
"Promise me. Don't let him be intimate with you." Caroline's faint voice rang in my head.
I froze. My body had a mind of its own — my hands found my sleeves, twisting the fabric, while my brain warred with my skin. Every nerve said yes. Somewhere behind my ribs, a quieter voice whispered no.
He cursed under his breath. Then he slammed my body against his, and a soft gasp left my lips as he yanked the dress off me.
He dipped to my neck, planting kisses along the curve of it. I raised my chin, giving him more room, and my brain went instantly hazy as Caroline's voice died down.
"Fuck." Nathaniel drawled as the dress pooled at my feet. The air hit my skin, and I realized I was standing in nothing but my bikini.
My whole
