Page 42 of Die for You (Diamond Devils #4)

My breath hitches, and Finn’s palm laid across my neck tightens, restricting the blood flow to my head and making me lightheaded with pleasure. Making every touch that much sweeter.

They play me like an instrument made just for them.

Knox shoves my shirt above my tits and tugs down my bra, exposing my peaked nipples to him. “Beautiful, angel,” he murmurs, reverent.

Between my legs, Damien tugs my panties to the side. Finn gathers my hair with his long, incredible fingers and tilts my head to the side, planting soft kisses on my neck.

“Don’t let anyone hear you over the music,” Knox warns.

As soon as Knox pulls my nipple into his mouth, Finn sucks on my neck and Damien slides his finger inside me.

I hiss at the exquisite pleasure of all three of them playing with me. Their mouths, their hands, and hopefully soon?—

“Shh.” Finn’s near-inaudible warning comes seconds before he covers my mouth with his hand and sinks his teeth into my neck.

He tugs my hair and Damien adds a second finger and Knox pinches my nipple while sucking the other and I don’t think my body has ever built toward an orgasm so fast.

My hands clatter on the keyboard with a discordant clang, the song coming to an abrupt stop, but none of them chastise me or tell me to keep playing. They’ve long forgotten about the music, and so have I.

Beneath Finn’s massive palm, I whine, “I’m going to come.”

Damien curls his fingers while Knox finds my clit. Finn removes his hand from my mouth only to slide two fingers inside and pump them. I suck his fingers, eyes wide as he stares down at me like...like a belonging. A possession. Theirs to use as they see fit.

Exactly what I want.

“Come for us, angel,” Knox urges.

Every muscle starts to burn, heart thumping wildly, before the orgasm finally strikes down my spine like lightning. I cry out around Finn’s fingers, writhing and squirming in their hands.

“That’s it.” Damien thrusts his fingers harder and Knox circles my throbbing clit through every throe of my orgasm.

All I can do is let them take what they want. And I couldn’t love it more.

When I finally start to come down from my orgasm, Finn pops his fingers out of my mouth and lets me catch my breath, lungs rattling and heart racing.

Holy shit . We just did that. On a piano bench.

“Ever heard of the Houdini?” Damien’s smirk is devilish.

When I glance at Knox and Finn, their expressions match.

I shake my head. “What’s that?”

Knox squeezes my hand with reassurance. “We’ll show you.”

Finn scoops me up from the bench, and I yelp. In two long strides, he’s setting me on the piano lid, my thighs shaking.

Damien and Knox grin behind him while Finn pulls a silk blindfold from his pocket.

“We’re going to blindfold you, Rory. Then you’re going to lay down, spread those legs like a good girl, and we’re each going to take our turn. And you’re going to guess who’s inside you.”

My stomach twists into a knot, a confusing mixture of anticipation and worry. What if I guess wrong? “ That’s the Houdini?”

Damien shrugs. “The other way to do it is to take you from behind, spit on your back, and when you turn around, come on your face.”

I frown, remembering his cum on my face at the Sigma Chi party. “Let’s stick with the first option.”

Finn wraps the blindfold around my head, the dark threads blocking out my surroundings. I might as well be in an unlit room with no idea who’s with me. My thighs clench, already eager for them.

The Devils have completely corrupted me.

Once Finn secures the blindfold around my head, he pushes me down onto the lid of the piano. Part of me is worried about the lid caving in beneath me. Another part knows the Devils would catch me before I fall.

“No hints.” Even though I can’t see Knox’s face, I know he’s grinning. “We’re not going to say a word. Only when you guess correctly.”

“And what if I’m wrong?”

A tense silence falls between us. “Don’t be. Or we’ll make sure you never question whose cock is inside you again.”

I swallow around the lump in my throat at Damien’s warning. Something tells me they’d spend all night inside me, making me memorize every inch of them, in every hole. “I’m ready.”

In the hush of the room, I barely register the nearly imperceptible shuffle of feet approaching me before something soft and wet glides up between my spread legs.

“Oh my god!” I hiss, thighs involuntarily closing around his head.

His tongue swirls around my clit before his finger replaces it and he snatches my nipple between his lips. A moan escapes from my throat before I smile. I know exactly which Devil he is.

But I’ll wait until he’s inside me before I make my guess.

I’m not used to silence between us, but with every passing second, with every tense moment that I’m left wondering where his touch will land next, when he’ll finally slide inside me, I grow to love the silence more and more. The same way I’m sure Finn does.

“Fuck me,” I gasp. “Please.”

None of them groan or even chuckle at my plea. They’re committed. And I never thought their silence, the mystery of the darkness, could be so hot.

He doesn’t hesitate. He slides his cock inside me, making me cry out as he stretches me and bottoms out.

My pussy throbs around him, trying to acclimate to the intense stretch.

“Knox,” I breathe.

Above me, he chuckles. “Good girl.”

His thrusts grow faster, and he praises me with every pump of his hips. That’s my girl. You take my cock so well. I love watching those tits bounce. You’re going to make me come so hard. You’re so perfect, Rory. Our perfect, perfect girl.

“Come on my cock, beautiful.”

As if he commanded my orgasm from his lips, my heart damn near explodes in my chest as my pussy pulses. He’s so deep, the pleasure mind-blowingly intense as he keeps thrusting through my orgasm until he buries himself to the hilt and finds his own release.

“ Fuck , Rory. You’re incredible.” He plants a sweet kiss on my lips, the polar opposite of how he fucked me.

My thighs tremble with aftershocks as he pulls out of me.

Two Devils left. As long as I get the next one right, I know who will follow. I’m feeling pretty good about my odds.

Knox’s cum is still dripping out of me when another cock slides inside me, no preamble, no warning.

His long, rock-hard shaft spears me in two, piercings creating an unbelievable, euphoric sensation, and I whimper as he gives me no time to acclimate before his thrusts turn punishing.

There’s only one Devil this could be.

“Damien.” My hands find his chest, soft shirt covering his skin.

“That’s. Fucking. Right,” he grunts between thrusts.

My body squeaks on the lid of the piano as he pumps inside me relentlessly, pleasure bursting through every limb.

I can’t come again. I’m way too drained. They’ll have to carry me out of the building. Hell, I might not be able to walk tomorrow.

How am I ever going to practice in this room again without being distracted by the memories of everything we did in here?

“You’re going to make me come so fucking hard.” Damien barely grinds the warning out before he slams inside me, hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise, and his cock throbs.

I’m still grinning as he pulls out. Somehow, every night with the Devils becomes the best night of my life. Good thing they’ve vowed not to leave my side because they’ve ruined me for all other men.

Only one Devil left. But I don’t whisper his name yet.

A finger thrusts inside me, pushing the cum in deeper. Another slips into my mouth. My chest clenches. Finn is the only Devil left, but this doesn’t feel like him.

A second finger and I groan at the stretch. Still, the harsh, staccato thrusts of his fingers don’t feel like the languid, deep pumps from Finn.

But what if I’m wrong? What if I’m wrong and ruin this whole night?

I murmur my guess around the finger in my mouth. Because I’m positive this isn’t Finn. “Knox.”

He laughs and pulls his finger from my mouth. “Good job, beautiful. Didn’t think we’d make it that easy for you, did you?”

“Bastards.” I swat at him playfully, but he’s already pulled out of me.

Will Damien be next? Maybe Knox will take another turn to throw me off again. I chew my lip.

Something warm and rigid rubs between my legs, dragging up my slit and grinding into my clit. I hiss, nails digging into the lid of the piano.

Immediately, I know who he is. But I keep my mouth shut.

Slowly, he presses his tip inside me. Inch by inch is gradual, and I bite my lip at the raw burn that grows between my legs as he stretches me. I definitely won’t be walking out of this building.

When he finally pulls back, leaving only the tip inside, and thrusts, I whisper his name. “ Finn .”

His palm rests on my heart. Confirmation.

He thrusts tenderly, leisurely, like he has all the time in the world. Then he yanks me off the piano and carries me, still inside me, and I clutch onto him. No idea where he’s taking me.

Then we’re dropping, and against my knees is the familiar leather-soft cushion of the piano bench.

Finn’s hands on my hips guide me up and down until he whispers in my ear. “Aurora.”

As much as I love his silence, I also love hearing him speak. Especially when it’s to say my name. “Finn.”

He presses a kiss on my neck, just below my ear. I shiver. “I...” He halts, the words stuck in his throat. But I don’t try to guess what he’s trying to say or push him to talk again. I only want whatever he can give me. Then, so quietly that only I can hear, he whispers, “I...love you.”

My whole body freezes, including my heart.

His words repeat over and over in my head, and I want to hear them from his lips every day for the rest of my life.

Finally, I tug the blindfold off my head so I can see him, even in the little light of the room. His blue eyes hold a hint of uncertainty as he studies mine.

I trail my fingers over his jaw, hard and sharp. “I love you too.”

Finn Ashby loves me. And I love him. All of them.

Maybe I’ve been in love with them for a while. For a lot longer than I realized.