I glance down and my blood freezes. Before I can protest, his thumb and forefinger grip onto the lone pearl poking out of the neckline, and he pulls. Pearl by pearl, Vittoria’s necklace unfurls from my bra and into his hand. Despite the panic starting to seep through my veins, I can’t ignore how each cold bead grazes past my nipple as he slowly pulls. I can’t ignore the flame flickering between my legs, or the way my breathing shallows under his touch.
