Page 19 of Die for You (Diamond Devils #4)

“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 this every day .”

“All three of our cocks inside you.” Damien adds another finger, stretching me further as I moan. “At the same time.”

“I’m...not... living with you,” I manage to gasp out, heart hammering to the point of explosion. I’ve never been more turned on in my life. I can’t even imagine how good it would feel to have all their hands and mouths on me at the same time.

“You should,” Finn murmurs. His voice gives me chills every time he allows me to hear it.

“We could do this to you day and night.” Damien’s hand rocks into me, my clit throbbing from the friction and his fingers filling me. The steady thump of his hand against my pussy, the squelch of his fingers inside me, is obscene, but I’m too full of lust to give a single shit.

My thighs clamp around his hand, pussy giving an involuntary pulse. I’m going to come soon. Hard .

“Come for us, angel,” Damien purrs. “Let us hear you scream.”

I couldn’t stop the orgasm now even if I wanted to. The pleasure barrels toward me like a runaway train.

“Come on his fingers, beautiful.” Knox squeezes my breast, urging me toward that pinnacle of pleasure.

Finn’s hand travels back up to my throat. His fingers land on my pulse point before he squeezes. In my ear, he commands, “ Now .”

Without my permission, the orgasm explodes, my pussy pulsing chaotically around Damien’s fingers and my clit throbbing wildly.

The car slows as I take my foot off the gas and my back arches, gaze rolling up to the roof, but I don’t care as the pleasure bursts from every nerve.

My cries of pleasure drown out the slow rumble of the engine and the tires rolling over the pavement.

“Fuck, yes.” Damien pumps his fingers into me faster, drawing out every ounce of pleasure.

“That’s our good girl,” Knox breathes.

Finn pulls my hair and every inch of me is swept away by an undercurrent of pleasure.

My heart slams against my ribcage as I gradually start to come down from the orgasm, chest heaving as I catch my breath and the empty parking lot in front of us comes back into focus.

Damien chuckles as he pops his fingers free. I whimper at the sudden emptiness, his fingers slick and glistening. “Not so good at driving with distractions, angel.”

Before I can bite back a retort, he sucks his fingers into his mouth and rolls his eyes. “Fuck, she tastes good .”

“Come back here, Rory.” Knox’s voice comes out like a plea. “I need a taste.”

Even though my limbs are weak with pleasure, I can’t bring myself to argue.

A ringtone breaks the tension. Damien digs in his pocket and pulls out his phone. “Shit,” he growls. “It’s Coach.”

“He probably wants us back.” Knox sounds absolutely miserable with the knowledge.

“I can...drive you.” My leg trembles as I lift it to press on the gas, hands shaky and heart still racing.

Miraculously, I manage to drive the Devils back to the ice rink. Somehow, even with weak limbs, my driving is better than ever.

I can’t believe we just did that. I just came in front of the Devils. I came on Damien’s fingers while Knox and Finn groped me, pulled my hair, and called me a good girl.

Oh my god. I’m well and truly fucked now.

When I pull into a parking spot, hop out of the SUV, and hand Damien the keys, his dark eyes practically burn holes through me.

“Keep thinking about our offer, angel.” He nods to Knox and Finn flanking him.

All of their gazes on me, melting me where I stand.

Eating me up. “We’ll be waiting when you’re ready for us. ”

Outside the music building, I wrap my jacket tighter around myself. My fingers are sore from hours spent bent over the piano keys. I’ll spend as much time as needed to practice if it makes Professor Abernathy eat her words.

The cool breeze freezes my lips and nose. Part of me itches to pull out the phone burning a hole in my pocket and text the Devils to come pick me up. I shouldn’t be walking home alone in the dark, but I have a feeling they’re watching me from somewhere in the shadows anyway.

I have my knowledge test next week. As soon as I pass that, I can get my learner’s permit, schedule my road test a month later, get a car, and not have to worry about walking home alone in the dark anymore.

I’m about to round the corner of the music building to the parking lot when a crackle behind me makes me freeze.

My head swivels over my shoulder, searching the darkness with only the dim lighting from the lamppost to help me survey whatever lingers in the shadows. But there’s no one behind me.

Calm down .

When I drag my eyes forward again, the monster in the dark launches at me.

He slams me against the rough brick wall before I have a chance to scream.

My heart is in my throat, pulse pounding.

I was right. I was right . He hit and punched and broke everything around me—it was only a matter of time before I was next.

I’m next.

“What the fuck , Rora?” he seethes. “You took out a fucking restraining order against me?”

Even in the darkness, I can make out every furious line etched into his face. The face of my nightmares. “You need to leave me alone, Jeremiah.”

My breath rattles, teeth chattering, but it’s not from the cold anymore.

“You think you can just walk away from me?” Rage churns in his eyes, the crease between his brows deepening. “After everything I’ve done for you?”

Despite the fear racing through my veins, I grit my teeth.

Jeremiah never did anything for me. Every gift he bought, every bill he paid, he did so to hold it over my head.

To make sure I owed him. In his twisted mind, if I owed him, I could never leave.

Couldn’t possibly choose to be single over being with a man who would pull out his wallet for me.

So much of our relationship had nothing to do with me. I could’ve been anyone else, a girl by any other name, and he would’ve treated her exactly the same. Because he doesn’t want a girlfriend or a wife—he wants an object to use as he sees fit.

“Get off me.” I shove at his chest, but he doesn’t budge.

So I use the final weapon in my arsenal. As loud as I can, I scream.

His hand clamps over my mouth, silencing me. “Rora, stop! I just want to talk.”

No one comes running. I’m completely alone out here with no one but him. The last person I ever wanted to be alone with again.

No, no, no ? —

“Is everything okay?” A light, airy voice calls out. Something about it is vaguely familiar.

Heels click toward us in the darkness and Jeremiah jumps back from me, stuffing his hands in his pockets and actually ducking his head like he’s capable of feeling shame.

The relief from the absence of his hands on me is like being yanked out of an ice bath.

“What’s going on here?” A girl with wavy brown hair that cascades past her shoulders stops a few feet from us. Long nails, dark liner, wolfish eyes.

Monica . Jesus, I never thought I’d be happy to see her .

“Just talking.” Jeremiah offers her his attempt at a reassuring smile. But he’s still simmering. Still wants to demand answers, an explanation he shouldn’t need after everything he put me through.

I take a huge step away from him, but it’ll never be enough space. Even if he moved to the other side of the world, it wouldn’t be far enough. “Is that what you call shoving me up against a wall? Just talking ?”

“I just—” He rakes his hands through his hair like he wishes he could claw his brain out. “I’m just trying to figure out how to fix this.”

“There is no fixing this, Jeremiah.” I inch closer to Monica even though she’s not exactly a safe harbor. But in this moment, I’d rather deal with her than him.

“Is this relationship drama or do I need to call somebody?” Monica’s gaze is narrowed on him. I’m amazed she wants to do anything to help me after our first encounter.

Not that I regret anything I said or did, but she’s not exactly the savior I would look to in a crisis. I’d more likely expect her to throw me to the wolves.

“No need to call anybody.” Jeremiah holds his palms up in surrender and backs away. “I’m leaving.”

“Don’t come back.” Even though my knees wobble, my voice doesn’t.

Despite the restraining order, he doesn’t vow to stay away from me. And I know better than to hope he will. It’s only a matter of time before he’ll be back.

Monica waits until Jeremiah gets into his car and takes off before she fixes her attention back on me. “Who was that charmer?”

Once Jeremiah is finally out of sight, every muscle in my body grows weak with relief. I take a few deep breaths to calm my racing heart. “My ex.”

“Has he always treated you like that?” She actually has the audacity to furrow her brows like he’s somehow any worse than she is.

“It’s none of your business.”

Monica reaches for the tiny purse slung over her shoulder. “You sure you don’t want me to call anyone for you? Campus security?”

“What are you even doing here?” It’s nearly eleven and she doesn’t go to school here. Who the hell mysteriously lurks around a campus at night by themselves?