Page 103 of Die for You

“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’sthe 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.