Page 23 of Die for You (Diamond Devils #4)

His hand squeezes the sides of my neck, making me moan and open wider for him, which he takes full advantage of, sliding his tongue over mine.

Knox tugs my dress down, groaning when he spots a measly pair of pasties covering my nipples. He yanks them off, and Damien swallows my cry before he moves to my neck, sucking the skin there to the edge of pain.

My thighs clench together around Finn’s hand, but all they succeed in doing is pinning him there. His finger glides up my slit again, drawing the wetness dangerously close to my clit.

I whimper. I want him to touch me there, need him to?—

“You’re so perfect, Rory,” Knox murmurs, ditching his mask with a soft thud before his lips wrap around one of my peaked nipples.

I cry out as he sucks, sparks of pleasure zipping through every limb. Without Damien’s mouth to muffle the sound, my cry echoes in the near-silent room. Anyone who walks by could overhear us, walk in?—

“Lock the door,” I breathe.

Damien smirks. “What if we want someone to see the show?”

My blood pressure spikes. Even if I’m agreeing to be shared by three men for the first time in my life, I did not agree to being put on display for anyone else at this party. Although a small, small part of me isn’t wholly against it. “Knox literally said you didn’t want anyone seeing my panties .”

“And they won’t.” Damien’s tongue glides up to my ear, and I shiver.

None of them have even slid inside me, and this is already the best sex of my life. One man pleasuring you is fine. Good, even. But three ?

Nothing compares to this. Nothing compares to them . The Devils.

Knox pops my nipple out of his mouth before kissing a trail to the other. “You’re going to look so beautiful taking all three of our cocks.”

All three . How the hell am I going to manage that ? I can handle one in my mouth and another in my pussy, but?—

Before I can answer, Knox latches onto my other nipple. I grab his hair, desperate for something to pull, to hang onto like a life raft.

Finn’s thumb grazes my clit. Every muscle in my body goes tense until he finally, finally , presses down, and there’s no way I’m going to come this fast, but holy shit ?—

I gasp out his name. “ Finn .”

He keeps the pressure on my clit, but he doesn’t move his thumb. I’m about to lose my mind and sway my hips, take what I want from him, desperate. Until he growls, “Keep her quiet.”

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 holy fuck ?—

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’re participants.

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 fit that anywhere 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 you kidding me? 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.

“Stroke us, Rory.” Knox drops his fist from his cock, and Damien does the same.

Finn’s hands grip my thighs, anchoring me in place. I’m not getting off his face until he lets me. His tongue swirls around my clit and laps up my wetness, but his movements are slow, leisurely. Keeping me building to the edge but never pushing me over.

Hesitantly, I reach out to wrap my hands around Damien and Knox. Both of their cocks are hot and hard against my palms, and I do my best to circle my fingers around the wide girth of them.

Damien hisses through his teeth, and Knox lets out a throaty groan as I stroke down the length of them to the base.

Damien’s hand envelops mine on his cock, guiding me to pump him faster as he tips his head back, eyes closed. Knox bites his lip, gaze never leaving mine. He likes it slow and tight.

The hairs on the back of my neck rise as I imagine the different speeds and ways they’ll fuck me.

When Finn nips at my clit, I yelp. “Oh my god, Finn !”

His name on my lips earns me a reward. His tongue rubs at my clit harder, faster. The muscles in my thighs tighten, heat blooming low in my belly. I’ve never come so fast, not even alone, but the orgasm is rushing toward me?—

“In your mouth,” Knox growls.

He doesn’t give me a chance to accept or decline before he’s nudging his tip at my mouth. Slowly, I draw my tongue over my lips, and he tracks every inch of movement.

When I finally part them for him, he caresses my cheek. “Good girl.”

No one gives praise better than Knox Rockefeller.

His cock, hot and rock-hard, slides slowly over my tongue, like he has all the time in the world to linger inside my mouth. Panic drums in my chest at the near-instant strain of my jaw around him. I’m not sure my jaw will be able to hold out long enough for him to come, let alone all three of them.

I need to make him come. Fast.

But Finn’s tongue between my legs is distracting me. I can’t tell if the stinging tears are from the strain of my jaw around Knox’s cock or Finn’s tongue drawing unprecedented pleasure from me.

With one hand, I pump Damien fast, and with the other, I hold the base of Knox’s cock, preventing him from making me swallow every inch. I bob my head fast, stopping about halfway to avoid gagging.

He groans, breaths rattling as his cock grows slick with saliva. “That’s our good fucking girl, Aurora.”

“She promised the sloppiest head of your life,” Damien drawls. “I hope that goes for all three of us.”

“If this is any indication”—Knox lets out a throaty groan that makes my toes curl—“it will.”

My lips fight to smile around his cock at the praise, but my mouth is too full of him. I swirl my tongue around his tip, and then slide my mouth back down. The vein on the underside of his shaft gives an unexpected throb, and I gasp.

“That’s it, baby. Just like that .” Knox’s hand fists in my hair, guiding my movements.

His cock drives into my mouth harder, faster, and I start to pant around him. Finn laps at my clit likes he’s desperate to taste me, and my heart hammers, the pleasure climbing, climbing?—

Finn’s lips wrap around my clit and he sucks. Hard .

I lose all control of my limbs, my mouth, as a tsunami of pleasure crashes over me. I cry out around Knox’s cock, but he only uses the opportunity to fuck my mouth harder. All I can do is let them use me as my muscles melt into a puddle, Finn’s tongue stroking me through every wave.

“ Fuck , that’s beautiful.” Knox’s hushed voice is awestruck.

“She’s never sounded so pretty,” Damien agrees, pumping into my hand. “You’ll need to come for us every night, angel.”