Page 44 of Die for You
As if that’s at all possible right now.
“Right turn up here,” Damien commands as he pops open the button on my jeans.
“You’re all crazy,” I blurt, breathless.
I could stop them. I could slam on the brake and jump out. I could protest and tell them to get their hands off me. If I commanded it, they would.
Despite every logical thought racing through my brain that tells me this is a very,verybad idea, that tells me to put an end to thisnowbefore it gets out of hand, my mouth stays glued shut.
I can’t deny it anymore, even to myself. I’ve wanted their hands on me since the night I met them.
Damien tugs down the zipper on my jeans with a purr while Knox’s hand travels to the buttons on my blouse, popping each of them free with deft, deliberate fingers. “Eyes on the road, beautiful.”
I gasp when Finn’s hand tightens on my neck. Damien slips a finger into my jeans, stroking over the cotton of my panties. The only layer separating us. I hiss at the contact, the pressure from his touch. That bundle of nerves is on high alert, more sensitive than ever after all this buildup.
Damien’s low chuckle sends a shiver down my spine. “She’s already soaked for us.”
Knox groans, and Finn hums deep in his throat.
The second Damien tugs my panties to the side and flicks my clit, I yelp and accidentally slam on the brake.
None of them give a shit.
“Careful, angel,” Damien teases. “Don’t get distracted.”
“You’re making that impossible,” I hiss through clenched teeth.
“This is part of your lesson.” Knox pops the final button free on my blouse and slips a hand into my bra, his callouses scraping over my nipple. I whimper, clit throbbing. “Now be a good girl and do what we tell you.”
“Faster,” Finn murmurs in my ear.
His hand joins Knox’s in my bra, both of them scraping their palms over my nipples and squeezing my tits, massaging.
A spike of adrenaline shoots up to my scalp, and all I want to do is collapse back into the seat, release the wheel, shut my eyes, and bask in the salaciousness of everything they’re doing to me.
Nothing has ever felt as good as the Devils’ hands on me.
Damien’s finger brushes against my clit, and I can’t contain myself anymore. A moan breaks free of my throat, and I squeeze the life out of the steering wheel.
But Damien doesn’t relent. He slides his finger down, gliding through the wetness waiting for him, before he dips inside.
I bite down the whimper. The heel of his palm grazes against my clit as his finger slides in deeper, inch by inch. I’m about to beg him to go harder, faster, when he draws his finger back out. And slams inside.
I cry out as the heel of his hand collides with my clit, grinding against it as he thrusts his finger viciously, stretching me.
“Jesus, Aurora,” he grits out through clenched teeth. “You’re soaking my hand.”
Knox groans. “I can’t wait to fuck you, Rory.”
Finn’s hand fists in my hair and yanks, tugging my head back. I yelp but still manage to keep my eyes on the road, even as we swerve a little. Thank god we’re in an empty parking lot or I definitely would’ve hit something by now.
“Eyes. On. The. Road.” Finn pulls my hair again, and tingles race down from my scalp.
Juliet was wrong. I don’t have the Devils’ wrapped around my finger—they have me wrapped around theirs.
Knox pinches my nipple between his fingers before he leans close, his soft, wet tongue gliding up my neck to my ear. Leaving a trail of saliva in his wake, marking me as his. Theirs.
“Imagine what we could do to you in my bed, Rory.” He nips at my ear and a chill races down to my toes. “If you lived with us. If we could have you like thiseveryday.”
