Page 54 of Die for You
Without a second of hesitation, Damien covers my mouth with his enormous hand, heavy and unforgiving. I couldn’t pry it off with every ounce of strength in me.
Nothing is hotter than being at their mercy. The polar opposite of how I felt with Jeremiah.
Because the Devils are nothing like him. Even though I haven’t known them anywhere near as long, deep in my gut, I know I can trust them.
Knox sucks hard on my nipple before dropping it, my breast swaying. His fingers twist around the hard peaks. “You like what we’re doing to you, angel?”
I nod, quick and desperate.
At last, Finn nudges his mask up just enough to reveal his mouth and replaces his thumb with the tip of his tongue.
I gasp at the first wet, spongy brush of contact, the sound muffled by Damien’s hand.
All three of them groan. Knox’s gaze falls to half-mast as he studies the way my face contorts with the pleasure from Finn’s tongue between my legs.
“I need to be inside her.” Knox’s words come out as a desperate plea.
Damien jerks my hips forward, forcing my clit deeper into Finn’s mouth and I cry out. God, I knew Finn would be good with his mouth, but holyfuck?—
Damien’s hand smacks my ass so hard my flesh shakes, and I yelp. What the hell am I in for tonight? And why am I so ready for it?
“We will be,” Damien vows.
Silently, Finn stands and peels the dress over my head, ditching it carelessly on the floor before he carries me to the bed and drops me there. The other Devils follow like they’re eager to watch the show, but I know it won’t be long before they’reparticipants. Their hooded gazes tell me they won’t be able to restrain themselves for long.
Part of me feels vulnerable and self-conscious under their gazes, fully nude and on display for them. Another part of me doesn’t ever want to be anywhere else.
Finn tears off his mask and lies on his back before dragging me toward him. His sultry command makes my thighs clench. “Sit.”
So Finn Ashby is a lot more vocal in bed. Interesting.
“Or what?” I taunt, just to hear his bone-deep voice again.
Before I realize what’s happening, I’m lifted by the hips. I yelp as Damien shoves me onto Finn’s chest, and Finn tugs me up to his face.
“Sit on his face, Rory.” Knox’s instructions aren’t tender anymore. “Now.”
Goosebumps rise on my arms. At this point, I think I would do whatever they command.
A lightning bolt of fear strikes down my spine until Finn’s tongue sweeps up my slit.
“Oh my god!” My hands land on the mattress above his head as I try to steady myself.
I lose myself on Finn’s tongue, eyes falling shut, until Knox commands, “Eyes on us, angel.”
The mattress shifts, and when I open my eyes, Knox and Damien are both standing on the bed on either side of me, masks covering their faces again and fists rolling over their stiff cocks.
My mouth goes dry. Knox is long and girthy, a thick vein on the underside that I catch a glimpse of with every downward thrust of his fist. The head is impossibly wide. How the hell he expects to fitthatanywhere inside me is a mystery. That looks like lockjaw waiting to happen. From tip to base, he’s ...intimidating. To put it lightly.
Damien strokes his cock like he’s eager to break me with it. And he could. But it’s what glints on the underside just below the tip that captures my attention.
Three curved barbells.
Damien fucking Vanderbilt has a Jacob’s ladder. Are youkiddingme? The Devils are trying to destroy me.
I’ve never been with someone with a cock piercing, and I’m not so sure I want to find out the havoc that might wreak inside me.
Or maybe this will be the best fucking night of my life. If I had to put my money on one or the other, I’d bet that I won’t be able to walk tomorrow and I’ll love it.
