Page 21 of Provocation
I see Mav turn his head to listen to her reply in my periphery. Blake is doing the same.
‘He used a suction vibe on my clit and a glass dildo in my pussy. It was very nice.’ Her eyes flick to Blake and her lips twitch. ‘Almost as good as pizza.’
Blake’s laugh is sudden and loud, and he turns back to look at Daisy. ‘Our girl is more of a slut for pepperoni than she is for pleasure.’
Daisy giggles. ‘I’m afraid pizza may always trump sex for me.’
He snorts. ‘We’ll see, gorgeous.’
I realize my mouth is hanging open and I close it, catching Mav’s raised eyebrows in the rearview mirror as he meets my eyes for a second.
Blake is fucking smitten. There’s no other word for it. I’m pretty sure that, like me, he’d do anything for this girl. She might just hold all three of our hearts in her palm, and I doubt she has any idea.
I pull out my phone and message the group.
Tonight, I think some punishment is in order for her little stunt with Envy behind our backs ?
Blake glances back at me. ‘Definitely. What did you have in mind?’
My phone buzzes. It’s from Blake.
No spankings
Daisy glances over at us in curiosity, but as usual when she isn’t sure what’s going on, she ignores us.
No. Maybe a little edging
Shit. She’s gonna hate that. She’ll be sobbing and begging to come in less than ten minutes guaranteed
I glance over at our oblivious girl and give the back of her head a dark smile, already anticipating her writhing body, begging us for pleasure and being denied. She’ll think twice before keeping stuff from us after we’re done with her, I’m pretty sure.
We turn down the final street before we get to our club, Wrath, and I put all thoughts of a very naked, begging Daisy out of my head. The streets are crowded with people looking a little worse for wear, and like they danced the night away. I realize that Dom probably only just kicked everyone out and closed up.
‘Stay close,’ I tell Daisy as we pull up in the alleyway and Mav opens the back door for her to climb out.
‘Where are we?’ she asks.
‘Our club.’
She frowns. ‘But you said we were going to your lab. We shouldn’t waste any more time.’
I put a finger to her lips. ‘Good things come to those who wait.’
She huffs but puts her hands up and shrugs.
We go in the side door and hear Dom barking orders, his buzz cut, dark jeans, boots, and black blazer like armor that tells people not to fuck with him. Sandy is cleaning up behind the bar while sipping a cocktail. A couple of the other employees are putting chairs on tables and making sure there’s no one in the bathrooms. When Dom sees us, he does a double take, his eyes roaming over Daisy. I step in front of her protectively, and he looks a little amused as he saunters up.
‘You’re here early. Sark stopped by last night. He said?—’
I shake my head a little and Dom glances at Daisy, his calculating eyes assessing her in a way I don’t like at all.
‘Who’s this?’ he asks as if he hadn’t already noticed her.
‘This is Daisy Evans.’
‘Thisis your stepsister?’
My jaw clenches. ‘Yeah.’
