He dressed her himself.
Not with his hands — but with orders.
"Red tonight."
"Looser at the back."
"No jewelry."
Each command stripped something from her. Control. Distance. Certainty.
When she appeared before him, silk sliding dangerously low along her spine' Kyle jaw tightened.
"You look like temptation," he said.
"Is that a sin here?" She asked.
"Only if you survive it ."
He circled her slowly, fingers grazing fabric, never skin. The near–touch made her breath hitch.
"You want me to touch you," he said quietly.
Her lips parted. she hated that he was right
"And you won't," she replied.
"No," he said, voice low. "Not yet"
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