Page 16 of Brutal Little Secrets
But what was my life before? A boyfriend who cheated on me. Being left alone all the time at the house because my mom was busy with her boyfriend. The only thing I had was school and theater. It was enough, but would I be happy with that now?
Would I always regret not exploring this attraction with the Devil’s trio?
“Don’t you want to make your ex jealous, little devil?” Damon closes in on me. He reaches for my shirt before I realize what he’s planning.
He pulls it off over my head. And spins me around to face the wall, pressing me against it with his body. My breath catches as heat rushes through me. I rest my forehead on the wall.
“Chase will want you back. Won’t he? Do you want to go back to your manwhore?”
“No,” I whisper as he releases my bra and reaches around me to undo my jeans. I don’t fight him as he undresses me. Maybe I should. Maybe I shouldn’t let them have any more control over my life.
What’s the worst that happens? Damon shows everyone the videos? It’s not like most will care except that it’s salacious. But I’m not a blip on anyone’s radar, so it might be a few uncomfortable weeks, and then they’ll find something new to fixate on.
He shoves my jeans and panties down over my hips. They fall to my knees. He’s breathing heavily and for a second, he rests his head against mine. My breath stutters as desire floods me. His hands come up and hold my bare hips. The heat of him warms me. Anticipation buzzes beneath my skin.
The worst thing that would happen is they’d stop touching me like this. My heart thumps as I silently acknowledge I don’t want out of this twisted thing we have. I want to dive deeper.
“Why did you hit Chase?” My voice is small like it’s a secret, but I need to know.
“He left you like garbage, Evan. You.” Damon slips his hands around my stomach, drawing me back against his body. “He couldn’t just walk in and have fun when he abandoned you in the middle of nowhere.”
I’m trying not to read into anything, but fuck, am I confused. “I thought he was untouchable?”
“He is.” Damon’s hand slides between my legs and cups my pussy.
I let out a shuddering breath at the ache pulsing there. He makes me ache.
“I shouldn’t have hit him, but...”
I want him to continue talking. I want him to touch me more. My mind melts in the heat that comes off his body and stirs mine. I try to part my legs for him, to give him access, but my jeans bind my knees together. When he slips his finger into me, we both groan.
“So fucking wet, little devil.”
“Damon,” I whimper as he begins to finger fuck me slowly, pressed against the wall. It’s not enough. It feels fucking amazing, and I’ll get off, but this revenge will end. I don’t want this to end without feeling them inside me.
I’m already addicted to their touch.
“Fuck, you make me forget myself.” He draws his finger out of me, and I whimper at the loss. He finishes lowering my jeans and makes me step out of them. “We don’t have long.”
“Why?” I drop my bra as I turn around.
He growls as he takes in my naked body and then his mouth is on mine. He pushes me back against the wall. His hand tilts my head, so I’ll open my mouth more for him. I surrender. Anything for him. He devours me, consumes me. I want to climb up him and wrap myself around him.
I want to burn for him until I’m nothing more than ashes.
“Get dressed.” He steps away and goes into his room.
My heart pounds as I try to catch my bearings. I hear his drawers open and shut. Fuck.
I walk to the bed on shaky legs and look at the clothes he picked out for me, including a set of red lace panties and bra. The clothes aren’t what I would pick for a party. I put on the bra and panties, but I hesitate on the red top and black skirt.
On weekends, I wear jeans and sweatshirts to these parties, even in the summer. I don’t want anyone to see me. I prefer to watch life happen, rather than participate. This is the kind of outfit Mia would wear, but she’s comfortable being the center of attention.
Chase will want you back.Those words echo in my head as I sit on the edge of the bed without putting on the clothes and lift my phone. Is that what Damon wants? For me to go back to Chase?
I glance at Damon’s and my shared bathroom. Chase has to know I won’t forgive him for what he’s done. He can’t be stupidenough to think I’ll take him back. I open the text messages Chase sent me today that I haven’t read.
Chase:
