She had a sudden urge to spit in his face, to drive the knife into his throat but her survival required patience. Her fingers shook as they worked the buttons loose one by one. She kept her gaze fixed on David, refusing to look ashamed.
When the last button came undone, she shrugged out of the shirt. Her breasts were held together by a white bra, her shoulders bare, her torn dignity held in place only by the fury in her stare.
David's gaze dropped. "Pants," he said, licking his lips as he took in the sight. His expression darkened with appreciation. Luca had dared to touch this perfection, this… He exhaled heavily.
Vee pulled the pants down with shaking hands, then kicked them aside. David rose again. His eyes moved over her slowly in inspection and cruel fascination. He circled close enough for her to feel the heat of him.
