WREN’S POV
I read the message written on a card inside the box with a small smile on my face that turned into a girly giggle. I couldn’t even move clearly without reading it again and again in my head.
“Put this on and present yourself to me.”
This outfit fits me like a second skin. The fabric molds to my curves in a way that makes me feel powerful, sensual, and undeniably alive. It’s sheer enough to make me blush but bold enough to awaken something primal. I don’t feel like lounging. I want to PROWL.
Ronan did this on purpose as he always does. Every move of his is calculated, a game he plays to remind me of my place while at the same time showing me how attractive he finds me. This is a reminder of his control. But I can’t deny the thrill it sends through me.
I glance at myself i
