Page 75 of Brutal Little Secrets

“I took care of me so she didn’t need to. After he died, we had to deal with the bills and her having to work after she hadn’t been able to. So yes, she got used to me being on my own, and so did I. I’m okay taking care of myself so she doesn’t have to.”

He pushes my shirt off my arms as I brush the tears away again.

His voice is low when he asks, “What about Chase? Where was he that first week of school? Where was he when we pushed into your house?”

“He was busy. He had football?—”

“And fucking around on you.” He undoes my bra.

“He’s a bad example, but you know that.” I take a breath as he bares my breasts.

“He should have been there with you.” Damon reaches beneath my skirt and pulls my panties down. “If you were mine,I would have been there with you. Even though you weren’t mine yet, I was there.”

I suck in a breath as his gaze meets mine, holding me pinned in place.

“I spent every night watching your every move.” He grabs the back of his t-shirt and strips it off, dropping it in the pile of clothes. His jeans come off next as I press my hands against the wall to keep from reaching for him. “I noticed you. I watched you. We worked together. Ate together. Got off together. Slept together.”

My breath catches as he stands naked before me. I only have on my skirt, but I don’t move to take it off. I can’t breathe. He was there with me. He’s been here with me every night. I haven’t been alone and neither has he. We’ve had each other.

My heart pounds as I search his eyes.

He stands before me, breathing for both of us.

“I don’t know when it happened, Evan, but you became part of my life. The part I look forward to.” He brushes his thumb down the track of my tear. “I’m not about to let you go. Someone else isn’t going to take you from me. I can’t protect you unless you let me, little devil.”

I step forward into his arms, surrendering. I’m so fucking tired. So done having to carry everything. When he lifts me, I wrap my legs around his waist. He brings me into his room. Our room.

He lays me down on the bed, following me down and capturing my lips. My insides are always on fire when I’m near him. When he reaches between us and notches his cock at my entrance, he lifts his head. Our eyes lock as he eases inside me. Connecting us on a primal level.

“You’re mine. Every fucking inch of you. Stop denying me.” He fills me so fucking full of him. My lips part on a gasp.

I thread my fingers through his hair and drag his mouth down to mine. It’s insane. In here, we work, but out there in the real world no one will accept this. Yes, if we were just fucking around, people would nod, because that might make sense.

The Devil’s trio fucks girls, but they don’t have girlfriends.

Every piece of me already belongs to him, Hawk, and Cam. I want to claim them. And let them claim me. I want them to be able to push other girls away. Because they’re mine.

“I’m yours,” I whisper against his lips before I kiss him. We surge together, our hips moving together and apart as we fuck, but we never release each other. Our tongues parry as our hearts beat to the same tempo.

“Come for me, little devil.” He reaches between us to circle my clit.

I’m so fucking close it’s enough to push me over the edge. I cry out as I come, tightening my fingers in his hair.

My release drags his out of him. He groans as he hovers over me, filling me with his warmth. For a second, we continue to breathe each other in. Our hearts pounding. My hands in his hair.

When he pulls out, he kisses down my neck, down my chest as I breathe raggedly. When he reaches my stomach, he kisses it and stops, resting his head on me, the rest of him sprawled between my legs. His hair tickles my skin.

Combing my fingers through the strands, I don’t know what to think. We didn’t really come to any sort of agreement about anything. All I know is I don’t want to fight what’s happening between us. And it sounds like they don’t either.

It’s fucking terrifying and elating at the same time. I tried to keep them at a distance, but my walls were never that strong.

My fingers toy with his hair as my heartbeat slows. We still need to wait to come out at school. At least until we’re finishedwith his revenge. And honestly, mine since Chase led me to believe we had something special and used me.

I release my pent-up breath. Tomorrow is soon enough to tell Damon.

My fingers trace his temple. For a moment, I wonder if he’s fallen asleep, but then he speaks.

“My mom didn’t find out until it was too late.”