Forced To Be His Bride. Fated To Be His Mate by Eliza Selmer
Chapter 27

A Pervert

[Denali’s POV]

My eyes widen with shock as I realize exactly what I had been looking at just now. I was not only staring; I was actually gawking. Goddess, what was wrong with me? I was sure that Rosco probably thought that I was actually considering….

No. How could I actually consider something like that with a man that I only knew for a few days? I couldn’t, and I wouldn’t. But… I had to admit that, from what I saw through the pants that were in the way, he was big. Did that mean that he was huge? And if so, how did he possibly think he was going to fit inside of me?

Gasping, I realize that I’m actually considering having sex with him.

“Get it together, Denali!” I hiss, slapping both my cheeks. “You’re acting like an inexperienced teenager.”

Well, technically, I was extremely inexperienced since Alexander and I never went all the way. We only stuck to rubbing outside of the clothes since I wanted to wait until marriage, but because of that, I was spared losing my virginity to a cheater.

Sighing, I make my way to the bed and then sit down while burying my heated face in my hands.

“I actually,” I whisper as images of that bulge start to appear again, along with the feel of his muscles beneath my fingers and the heat that I felt where Rosco touched. “I was actually turned on.”

This had to be what I got for reading those books that were full of explicit material. Because of them, my mind was wandering, and since I was forced to be alone with a man, of course many scenarios would appear.

“Dammit,” I growl, trying to shake off my unease. “I can’t let him unnerve me like this!”

No. I wouldn’t let him get the better of me because if he did, it was only a matter of time before I was giving into everything he wanted. I needed to remain composed and show some self–respect.

Standing, I make my way to the closet and then peek inside to examine the lacy blue dress that hangs in there. It matches my eyes perfectly, and the shape is definitely flattering, but would it actually fit?

Pulling it down, I hold it against my body and examine myself in the full–length mirror

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while trying to ignore the sounds of the shower running just across the room. Focus. I needed to focus on anything but Rosco fucking Torres.

Shutting the closet door, I throw off my robe and begin to get dressed, but stop as I realize that there aren’t any bras or underwear to be found. Did that pervert actually expect me to go commando underneath this thing?

As this thought begins to circle in my mind, I examine myself in the mirror again and feel something in me stir over just how eRosco would react if I did end up going commando. Would he be pleased, or would he consider me a loose woman? Neither scenario seemed good, and yet I almost want to test him to see.

Pulling the dress up on my body, I reach around and begin to fumble with the zipper, but I replace that I can’t quite grasp it.

Cursing, I try again and then stumble over the hem of the dress and begin to fall backwards, only to be stopped by two strong arms.

Looking up, I stare into the amused gaze of Rosco as he waits for me to correct myself.

“Oh!” I gasp, attempting to pull away from his hold, only for him to tighten his grip. “Let go!”

“Why?” He asks, continuing to take me in. “Are you still going to say that you aren’t trying to make me interested?”

“What?” I yelp, unable to make sense of his words. “What in the world do you mean? Of course I’m not trying!”

“Then tell me, princess,” he husks, leaning down so his breath tickles my ear. “Why you put this dress on without anything underneath?”

At his words, my eyes grow wide, and I know that my face has turned pink. He knew! And he was teasing me for it!

“T–there weren’t any,” I breathe, wishing the floor would swallow me up. “So I…”

“You what?” He pushes, turning me around so that I’m pressed against his sturdy form. ” You were going to go the whole evening with nothing on? Do tell me,” he continues, pulling me close enough to feel his heat seep into me. “How is that not trying to get my attention? I am a man after all. Do you truly think that I can go a whole evening knowing that the woman who is accompanying me is completely bare just beneath all this lace?”

Dammit. This wasn’t good. Maybe it was the intimate way he held me or what happened earlier, but I was actually getting drawn into his pace, and I almost wanted to see just how

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much of me being bare he could take.

“…” I try only to stop as Rosco’s hand slides across my lower back. “What are you?”

“Your zipper,” he responds, zipping me up. “Get your head out of the gutter, pervert.”

Letting out a laugh, he pulls away from me and lets his gaze trail along my body, but before I can really see if he actually appreciates the way my body looks in the dress, my eyes come to rest on the damned towel he is wearing.

“Why?” I mutter in frustration, lifting a hand and covering my eyes. “Why are you always in a towel? Are you an exhibitionist or something?”

“Maybe,” he chuckles. “Would you prefer it if I was?”

“No!” I snap. “Could you please go and get dressed?”

“Why?” He pushes, grabbing my wrist and pulling my hand away. “You were enjoying the view earlier, so why are you suddenly acting shy now? Your cover has been blown, little pervert. No matter how much you try to deny it, I know that you actually like my body.”

“I don’t,” I counter, not wanting to let him get the best of me.

“You don’t?” He repeats, pouting ever so slightly. “Are you saying that I’m not attractive?”

“I’m not.”

“Then you’re saying that you do replace me attractive.”

I open my mouth and close my mouth as I understand what this man is trying to play at. He is trying to get me to admit that I actually do replace him fit and downright sexy, but I wasn’t going to let him win his little game of manipulation.

“Think what you want,” I sigh, beginning to compose myself. “No matter what I say, you’re going to twist it anyway.”

“Damn!” he s

“And I was just starting to have fun. It seems that my cute wife isn’t as easy to trick as I thought, but since you said I could take it as I wanted, I’m going to assume that you actually prefer me in a towel. And because it is what my cute wife likes, I will be sure that I do it more often.”