Page 68 of Provocation
I glance up into his eyes. ‘I took them off,’ I whisper.
Blake is suddenly next to me, eyes boring into me. ‘Dirty. Little. Whore.’
He punctuates each word with a tap to my ass, making me shudder with want.
‘Show us,’ Shade commands.
I take a step away from them, toe off my shoes, and undo the first button. I can’t even raise my eyes to their faces. My heart is humming in my chest, and I feel a little dizzy as I pull the second one out of its hole, revealing the tops of my breasts.
I chance a look up and find all three pairs of eyes riveted to my chest. Blake’s Adam’s apple bobs and I undo the third button.
Shade lets out a shaky breath, but none of them say a word. I pause my movements, and their faces turn almost tortured.
It occurs to me that this is power. I’ve never felt anything like it.
I might be theirs. But they’re mine.
My lips curl up into a wide grin that I don’t even try to hide. My fingers trace the next button with one finger, and I watch their reactions as I very slowly push it through, letting the white coat gape open.
Mav swallows hard, his eyes flicking up to mine. He smiles when he sees my face, and then his gaze returns to my tantalizing game.
‘Only two more to go,’ I whisper, biting my lip.
Blake closes his eyes on a groan, his fingers flexing like all he wants to do is grab me and rip it off.
The thought has my breath stuttering and his eyes take me in, a knowing smirk taking over his face as I get to the last button, the only thing stopping them from seeing what’s underneath.
‘Not as unaffected as you thought you’d be?’ Blake questions.
I shake my head, gaze holding his.
‘Do the next one. Slowly, gorgeous.’
I pluck at the white plastic disk, maneuvering it through its buttonhole with now shaking fingers.
‘Open it,’ Shade growls. ‘Show us.’
With a long swallow, I take the two edges and open the coat, reveling in their groans and the curses they unleash.
‘Fuck, that was worth the wait,’ Mav breathes, stepping close and easing the coat off my shoulders.
It falls to the ground.
‘How long were you sitting in the lab like this?’ he asks, hand skating down my arms and then raising them to put my hands on my head.
‘Hours.’
‘Leave your arms there,’ he breathes and then steps back to admire me. ‘Turn for us, Tulip.’
I turn in place and look at them over my shoulder.
‘Spread your legs a little and then touch your toes, whore.’
Not breaking eye contact until I have to, I shuffle my feet apart and then bend at the waist, hoping I look graceful as I go down as far as I can, putting my hands on my bare feet.
I feel a hand run up the back of my leg and hold my breath, waiting for whatever’s next.
My underwear is moved to the side and a finger swipes up my slit.
