Page 73 of Bride By Initiation

"Don't make me repeat it. They're watching," he threatens.

"They?" I question, moving my head out of the headrest.

"They know everything," Mila says, as if it's not a big deal. "Now, get on all fours."

I decided it's best to obey. I lift to my hands and knees, and they finish waxing the back part of me.

Renzo snaps, directing, "Flip over and put your heels together."

My heart races. I turn over, and soon have no hair except for the locks on my head.

Mila's lips twist. She glances over my naked body and then meets my eye. "Time to shower."

Adrenaline rushes through me again.

Renzo holds out his hand. "Come on,il fiore. Let's go."

Within moments, I find myself under a hot shower.

Renzo warns, "Don't argue about anything. Sylvia will make good on her threat to revoke your initiation. So behave. Put your hands on the bar."

I hesitate, staring at the gold rail in front of me.

"Do you want to know the truth or stay in the dark? Because this is the only option," Mila reminds me.

I take a deep breath and grip the bar.

Renzo puts a cold mask over my eyes. They're like a pair of sunglasses, and they hook behind my ears.

Mila states, "The puffiness will be gone by the time we're done cleaning you. They're amazing, trust me."

I don't reply, and I'm unable to see anything. I find it odd that she's acting like this is some beauty hour. And the lack of sight intensifies all my sensations.

They rub soap all over my body, then shampoo and condition my hair. Once it's rinsed, they add a hair mask to my strands and turn off the water. They wrap a towel around my head.

They continue to massage me until every part of my lower body aches with need, wanting to do things I wouldn't want to normally do with either of them. And I don't understand what's happening. It's like I've taken a drug, because I feel relaxed, but I know I haven't.

"Time to rinse," Mila chirps and turns the water back on. They carefully rinse the mask from my hair and then reposition the towel around my head again.

Renzo diligently dries my body off with another towel.

They lead me to the vanity, grooming me while I sit naked. Oddly, I'm not cold. There's another red light heating my skin.

Luxuriously thick lotion is rubbed into my skin until I'm glowing. My nails, makeup, and hair all receive five-star attention.

The entire time, Renzo and Mila rave about every part of my body and how perfect or amazing it is, making me more uncomfortable but eventually almost immune to it. They continuously touch and massage me, keeping me on edge with a pool of wetness soaking the chair.

Renzo drops to his knees, puts his hands on my thighs, and leans toward me.

"What are you doing?" I nervously ask.

He inhales deeply and then looks up at Mila, declaring, "She's ready."

My pulse goes haywire, and a chill runs down my spine.

He disappears while Mila finishes curling my hair.

Renzo returns, holding a corseted white-lace minidress, announcing, "Time's a ticking."

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