Octavia
Is he angry at me?
Valerio moved closer, fury clear in his eyes.
“Excuse me? Did you not want me to wear this? I can’t say I’m thrilled about it either,” I growled.
“Then take it off!”
I stared at him, surprised. The dress is actually irritating him? Hmm, maybe I should keep it on, then, I mused.
“No, I don’t think so,” I said confidently.
“What?” he growled, his eyes scanning my body and making me shiver slightly.
“Yeah, I think I’ll keep it on.”
He removed the last space between, pushing me against the door, yet it didn’t hurt. In fact, a part of me enjoyed the sudden display of power.
No, I scolded myself. Don’t enjoy it.
“No f*cking way are you wearing that,” he growled in a low, angry voice.
“Then I guess you’ll have to take it off me,” I challenged, not really bel
