“You’re just adding to your punishment, little girl.”
“I don’t mean to.”
Seth tsked at her. “Clearly, you do. What other reason could you possibly have not to show us?”
“I’ll be so exposed.” And vulnerable.
“Exactly.”
He lost patience then and wrapped strong fingers around her wrist. Resistance was futile as he dragged her hand away and bared her.
“Holy motherfucking son of a bitch,” Beck breathed. “Those panties cover absolutely nothing. I can see almost your whole pussy, little girl. What do you have to say for yourself?”
Anxiety kicked in, and she felt compelled to explain. “Raine picked them out—”
“Did she put them on your body, too?” Beck raised a brow at her.
“N-no.”
“You did, right?”
“Yes.” She could barely answer past the terrified excitement caged in her chest.
“So who should we blame for this flagrant attempt to tease us beyond sanity?” Seth demanded.
Heavenly felt damned no matter what she said, and that shouldn’t be the sexiest feeling she’d ever imagined. “Me.”
“That’s right.” Beck nodded. “Now be a good girl and show me the bow on your cunt.”
Struggling to breathe in the thick air, she dropped a trembling finger until it hovered an inch above the silky pink knot.
Seth, looking on beside her, shook his head. “You know what he wants. Touch it.”
“Feel how wet you are,” Beck added.
Oh, goodness…This cocktail of fear, shame, and thrill was going to undo her before she ever got her clothes off.
Slowly, she complied, pressing her fingertip directly onto the little bow. It was drenched.
Seth hissed in a breath. “You’re even wetter now than you were five minutes ago, aren’t you, angel?”
She didn’t dare lie. “Yes.”
“You want to be fucked, don’t you?” Beck demanded.
“Yes.”
“Why should we give you what you want after you’ve tormented us?”
Heavenly didn’t know the right answer. All she knew was that she wanted them more than she ever had. “Please…”
Beck chuckled. “That’s the best thing you’ve said all day.”
Seth nodded. “It’s sweet…but it isn’t going to save you.”
“Nope,” Beck agreed. “Keep your fingers on that pussy. I want you to feel exactly how wet you are so you can understand what a bad little girl you’ve been.”
“Touch myself?” She knew that’s exactly what he meant, but the shy little question slipped out. She tried to look at him from under her lashes but couldn’t quite meet his gaze.