Her shirt clung tighter, drenched enough that every detail of the net bra beneath was visible. Her nipples pressed hard against the fabric, her full, round breasts outlined perfectly, drawing choked gasps from boys nearby.
A girl's voice shouted from the back, "Go, girl!"
Another chimed in, "Show them what a bitch can do!"
The voices only fueled the storm.
Even the Phantom Fours faltered. Eryx's smirk faltered into heat as his eyes darkening. Azrael scratched the back of his neck, a faint smirk tugging at his lips though his gaze stayed glued to her. Theodore leaned forward, not bothering to hide the way his eyes shifted between her face and her chest, pure amusement and hunger dancing in his eyes.
And Rhydric, the cold unreadable Rhydric actually froze. His storm gaze flickered over her, unreadable, but beneath that mask was a fire he didn't show anyone.
