Page 19 of Deposed

“Yes,” I whispered through clenched teeth.

“Yes, what?” asked Blake from Henry’s left. The smirk in his voice told me how much he enjoyed watching me squirm.

“I’ve lost track of this entire conversation,” drawled Edward. “Emilia was supposed to beg for something, but so far all I’ve heard are monosyllabic answers.”

I peered down at the bulge in his pants, and my nipples tightened and ached to be touched. As much as it irked me not to be in charge, I yearned for the triumvirate. All three of them. Together.

“P-pleasure me with your tongues.” I gulped. “Please.”

“That wasn’t so difficult to admit.” Satisfaction laced Blake’s voice, and his chocolate-brown eyes twinkled with mischief.

“I thought you said you’d make me feel good.”

He smirked, letting his gaze linger on my exposed breasts. “All in good time.”

“Take off your skirt.” Henry’s voice was hoarse.

“But you’re going to—”

“That inspection I promised.” His gaze burned through mine. “And the retribution for squeezing my balls at assembly. It’s happening, now. Take off your skirt.”

The muscles of my core rippled at his command, and my trembling fingers scrabbled at the buttons on my waistband. Curiosity made my breath hitch. How far would they take this game before they gave me what I wanted? After unzipping my skirt, I released the fabric and let it drop to my feet.

Henry reached out a hand and skimmed his fingertips over my thighs, each touch sending pleasant tingles across my skin. He ran a finger along the lace trimming of my white panties. “Very nice.” His voice was breathy. “Now, take off your knickers.”

I took a step closer and stood between his spread legs. “If you want them off, you’ll have to do it yourself.”

“With pleasure.” Henry’s fingers skimmed my lower belly, reminding me of the time he lay behind me on that filthy mattress and stroked me to orgasm. A hot breath huffed from between my parted lips. He was drawing this out deliberately. Perhaps as revenge for—I pushed away the thoughts of Rudolph’s machinations and focussed on the sweep of those fingers against my skin, and on the arousal pounding between my legs.

Henry hooked his fingers beneath the lace and, with a smirk, pulled them down over my thighs and past my knees. The panties landed at my ankles, and I kicked them to the side.

All three pairs of eyes roved up and down my naked form, and I had to force my arms not to wrap around myself.

“Why am I the only one here naked?” I muttered.

Blake smirked. “Because we own you.”

Edward picked up the scrap of lace, held it to his nose, groaned, and stuffed them into the pocket of his pants.

I swallowed hard. “Why are you sniffing my panties?”

His blue eyes sparkled with want. “Because you smell delectable.”

I squeezed my thighs together and squirmed. Was it that obvious I was aroused?

“Turn around,” Henry rasped.

“Why?”

“I haven’t had the pleasure of seeing you from this angle.”

Rolling my eyes, I turned around to give the triumvirate a view of my ass. They’d probably never seen that before, either. I clasped my arms around my front and squeezed my thighs together.

Blake whistled. “Gorgeous legs.”

Henry’s large hand cupped an ass cheek and squeezed. “Even better arse. Now,” he said in a strangulated voice, “Bend over.”

A tingle of apprehension spread across my skin. At the same time, arousal shot through my core and made my nipples throb. I whispered, “What?”