CHAPTER 39
I didn't answer Clara's question immediately. Instead, I let my gaze travel over her, taking in every detail of her skinny body. Her discomfort was palpable—as if she could sense that this was going down the wrong hill
However, it only fed my twisted entertainment.
"Not happy yet, Clara. Almost. But we're not done yet, so there's time for plenty of happiness. Don't you think, Cariño mío?"
"What do you mean?" she asked, scratching the back of her neck.
I gestured vaguely at her undergarments. "All of it."
Her face paled. "What? Here?"
"Yes. Here. Trust me, Clara," I said, stepping closer. "You're safe with me. No one will see. It's just you and me, and I swear, you won't regret this."
Her face wrinkled, and I almost thought she might refuse. But then, with a shaky exhale, she reached behind her and unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the ground. Her panties followed, and she stood before me, exposed and vulnerable, her arms instinctively moving to cover herself.
