Page 53 of Die for You

Unexpectedly, Finn drops to his knees in front of me. My heart leaps to my throat and freezes there, each of my muscles turning to stone.

In the silence, I’m sure all three of them can hear every traitorous, thundering beat of my heart.

Finn’s palms land on my thighs, gliding up achingly slowly, the graze of his skin against mine leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. When he reaches my panties, his breath hitches, and I have to bite back a moan at the sight.

His chest rises and falls faster, his breaths growing more labored, as he hooks his fingers in my panties.

And I don’t stop him as he tugs them to the floor.

A phantom breeze licks at the wetness already waiting for them. I shiver.

“Who says you want to fuck us?” Damien challenges, his hand rising to my throat and squeezing, pinning me to the wall. I whimper.

Finn’s finger slides along my slit, and I stop breathing. From behind his mask, he answers. “Your aching cunt.”

My knees turn to jelly.

“How wet is she?” The words are ragged as they leave Knox’s throat.

Finn’s throat bobs. “Soaked.”

“Fuck,” Damien growls. His mouth lands on mine, crushing my lips to his.

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,needhim 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, mycry 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 didnotagree 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 mypanties.”

“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. Butthree?

Nothing compares to this. Nothing compares tothem. 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 managethat? 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, butholy 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.”