“I’m sorry,” I say softly, looking up at Randall. “I didn’t think that you would care that she was in here.”
“Oh, I don’t,” he says as he stops right in front of me. He takes my hand in his and holds it above my head. “Spin for me,” he asks and I comply, feeling so nervous, yet so excited under his piercing gaze. “I didn’t think you would want her in here because I have every intention of ripping this dress off of you and f*****g you. You look amazing.”
“You don’t have to rip it,” I say with a slight giggle, hoping he’s not serious about that part. I can instantly feel a heat begin to grow between my legs at the promise, though.
He quickly unzips it, letting the dress fall and pool at my feet, and he groans. “No underwear? And you want to wear this to the palace?”
“It’s cling
