AMAYA'S POV
"Now, strip," he said.
I couldn't help but let out a low chuckle at the desperation yet command in his voice. The darkness swimming in his eyes did something to my body. It ignited a hot need for him and made me start to pant from the heat.
"I told you to strip," Maxim said again, this time his voice was deeper and heavier.
I swallowed and rose to my feet while maintaining eye contact with him. I held the straps of my dress and pushed one shoulder down, then the other before sliding the dress past my chest, and my hips. I let the dress fall to my ankles and kicked it aside. Now, I was standing in nothing but my soaked panty, without a bra on.
A look crossed his face as he stared at my breasts, which made my nipples start to harden. His gaze moved up to my face and I gulped. I was in trouble from the look on his face.
