Page 102 of Die for You

I’m in love with the Devils.

I yank Finn’s shirt and pull his mouth down to mine. I need them. All of them. Now.

Forever.

When Finn’s tongue slips into my mouth and I moan, Damien’s voice fills my ears. “Lock the door.”

Knox leaves the bench at my side, and I don’t open my eyes to follow him. Finn traces my bottom lip with the tip of his tongue. I’m already putty in his hands.

The dull click of the lock comes seconds before the lights shut off, plunging us into darkness without even a single window for illumination.

Hands that belong to Knox and Damien land on the exposed skin between my skirt and high socks, groping and exploring. Finn drops my mouth only to bend further until his tongue grazes my neck. My toes curl in my shoes.

“Should we see how well she can play while distracted?” Damien taunts.

“No,” I gasp. They can’t torment me like that again. The sweet torture they put me through in Damien’s SUV was enough.

“Hands on the keys, angel,” Damien instructs. “And don’t let them go anywhere else.”

The Devils wait until my fingers are positioned on the cool keys of the piano and tentatively crooning out the notes of a familiar song before their hands land on my body. A palm on my thigh, another on my knee, fingers grazing down my neck. Every inch is on fire in an instant.

“You like our hands all over you, angel?” Knox’s hot breath hits my ear. Goosebumps rise on my exposed skin.

Before I can wrench out a response, one hand squeezes my tit. Another, my throat.

My fingers stumble over the keys. Damien’s low chuckle as he delicately trails a fingertip between my thighs keeps my hands moving despite the fumbled note. I won’t let their hands stop me. I won’t let anything stop me from playing again.

“Careful, Rory. Don’t stop playing.” Knox slides his hand up my shirt while Damien’s slips into my panties.

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 chastiseme 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.