Page 12 of Dirty Little Secret (The Devils You Know #1)

NINE

SAVANNAH

I can still feel the ghost of them inside me.

I lie awake in bed, reliving that night in the woods alone with them.

I'm not ashamed to admit that I’ve used my Satisfyer Pro so many times this week, just to curb my need for them, but it’s not enough.

I don’t think I’ll ever get them out of my system.

I’ve spent every waking moment since wishing they’d find their way to me, to dominate me, and force me to obey their every command.

River tried convincing me to go out with her tonight, but I politely turned her down.

I’m not going anywhere. What if the masked men show up at my dorm room, hoping to fuck me, and I’m not even there?

Thanks, but I’m not missing that for the world.

I’d much rather spend my Friday night being used like a fuck doll than going out drinking and dancing.

My phone pings beside me, and I roll my eyes. River’s probably pestering me, hoping that I’ve changed my mind, but when I swipe open the message, I realize that it's from an unknown number.

Unknown:

You thought we forgot about you, didn’t you?

Me:

Who is this?

Unknown:

C’mon, Little Viper, you know who it is. Now be a good little whore and follow the instructions, because if you make us wait, we won’t let you come.

My breath hitches, and my body starts to tremble with longing as I reply.

Me:

What instructions?

Unknown:

You’ll get them soon. You have twenty minutes, Little Viper.

Oh my God.

I force myself to focus, and I climb out of bed as fast as I can. I run around my room like a madwoman, trying to find something sexy to wear. When my phone pings again with another text, I leap across the room, anticipation at seeing them again taking over me.

They drop me a pin to their location, and my eyes widen.

If I don’t leave right this second, I’ll be late.

I grumble when I look down at the oversized band hoodie I’m wearing, and curse myself for deciding that today of all days would be a perfect fucking day to wear nothing but a pair of black Spanx underneath.

“Fuck it.” I sigh, then shove my feet into my Docs, snag my keys off the hook, and rush out the door like my ass is on fire. The drive to the location goes by in a blur because I’m so excited to see my guys again. I need them even more than they made me need them on Halloween night.

I pull into the parking lot, and I’m a little confused as to why they told me to come here of all places.

No one uses this end of the beach due to the amount of rips, and it’s completely closed off and locked to the public.

I pull out my phone to text them. Am I in the right place?

If I’ve fucked up and I miss out on seeing them, I’ll die, I swear to fucking God.

A text comes through, interrupting my raging thoughts.

Unknown:

Follow the track to your right and don’t stop until we tell you to.

I swallow audibly and climb out of my car.

The excitement I felt earlier lessens as I begin my trek through the woods that border the beach, and as I walk further into the trees, darkness envelopes me.

A strong sense of foreboding washes over me, and the hair on the back of my neck raises.

Anyone could be out here, and I’d have no way of knowing until it’s too late.

I can feel eyes watching me, and I know that someone is out there, but I can’t see them. It’s overcast, which means that I don’t have the light of a full moon to guide me as I walk into the darkness like I did on Halloween night.

The cool wind picks up, and I’m cursing myself for my useless fucking outfit. It’s November now, which means it’s starting to get fucking cold. Yet, my body shivers for reasons that have nothing to do with the weather.

Awareness and a mix of anticipation twists around me, and my pussy begins to throb.

The feeling of being afraid has always had an effect on me, but I can’t help it.

It just does something to me. There is no better turn on than knowing that they’re out here somewhere waiting for me, and I can’t wait for whatever they have planned for me this time.

I continue along the path they told me to follow, and it seems to go on for fucking ever. I place one foot in front of the other, hoping I don’t fall in some sand, sink hole, or some shit.

Everything is quiet, and the only sounds I hear are from my own footfalls and the waves crashing hard against the rocks and shoreline.

Just when I begin to think I’ve been misled, I see the faint glow of a fire up ahead.

I use the light as my guide, stepping out of the tree line, and I immediately cover my nose with my cold hands.

Something smells off.

Is someone burning rubber?

“ Little Viper, Little Viper .” I whirl around on my heels, blinking to focus my eyes through the darkness, hoping to spot them, but I see nothing.

“Why am I here?” I call out, and I figure that if I get them talking, maybe I can work out where the hell they are.

The waves roar loudly as they crash against the cliffside, and my heart starts to race.

Did I make a horrible mistake by coming out here on my own?

“Because we have a surprise for you,” another voice calls out, a little raspier than the other’s, only this time, it’s coming from my other side.

The darkness does nothing to hide the fact that their eyes are all over me, because I can still feel them. The pressure of being their sole focus has the tiny hairs all over my body standing at attention, but I can’t tell you how intoxicating it is to feel this way.

Is it crazy to feel so wanted, even without them actually saying it?

It’s in the way they show me.

Use me.

Taste me.

It’s in everything they do to me.

Never have I felt so worshipped.

Blake doesn’t give a single fuck about me. He only cares about himself and his image, which is why I’ve spent the past week trying to get the fuck away from that psycho asshole.

I shake away all thoughts of Blake Humphreys because I won’t let him ruin another great night for me.

“Is the surprise having all three of you inside me again?” I taunt, and the sound of their laughter sends a wave of warmth all over my cold body.

“Not tonight.”

What? No!

Disappointment thrums through me as another voice draws out from behind me. These guys are fucking everywhere and nowhere at the same time.

“Tonight is about punishment.”

Oh God.

Goodbye disappointment, hello excitement.

I can’t explain the feeling that hits me when one of the guys steps out from the shadows, his skull mask in place. The mask alone should have me running, but it doesn’t. It only adds to the heat already building inside me, and I hope they were lying about not fucking me.

The light from the fire casts an eerie amber glow across his tall, commanding frame, and the fact that he’s towering over me only gives me chills.

I don’t move as he slowly approaches me, his shoulders broad and solid beneath his fitted black T-shirt.

His tattoos trail up over his arms, disappearing beneath his shirt and preventing me from studying them properly.

His body is to fucking die for, and the closer he gets, the harder my pussy begins to throb.

This is the first time I’m seeing them in actual lighting, and all I can think about is repeating everything we did last time, so that I can see them jerk each other off again in its full capacity.

He stops right in front of me, and I crane my neck back to maintain eye contact.

Fuck he’s tall. He’s at least 6-foot-3. Being only 5-foot-2, almost everyone is taller than I am, but this guy takes the fucking cake.

I inhale sharply when I feel two other bodies close in behind me.

I feel so small like this. Standing in the center of the three of them, but not in a bad way.

They’re like my wall of security, and I hate to admit it, but as I stare up at the guy in front of me, I picture Jackson.

In my mind, it’s him standing there, wanting me like the man in the skull mask wants me.

And the two men standing behind me, I wish that they were Reign and Kale, because I want them to want me, too. So fucking badly.

They aren’t them, Savannah. Just drop it.

River was right. I’m never going to get over them. How can I? I’m surrounded by hot as fuck masked men, fulfilling my every fucking fantasy, and I’m thinking about them, wishing that these guys were my stepbrothers and Jackson, not three strangers.

I look away, annoyed at myself for getting all up in my head.

I gasp when an arm wraps around my waist, and I’m pulled backward until I’m flush against a hard chest. One of the guys moves over to stand before me, and he leans down to look me in the eyes.

His green eyes are visible through the mask, and I start to tremble in his hold.

“Tonight, one of us will face a punishment,” he says, his voice low and rough.

“W-why?” I stutter.

“He broke a rule, now he has to watch his brother fuck you.” Um.

Excuse me? My eyes widen at his declaration.

Does he mean brother as in friend, or brother as in brother ?

I groan as an image of Reign and Kale flashes through my mind, but before I can get too lost in my thoughts, he releases his hold on me and pushes me forward, causing me to collide with the man standing off to the side.

His hands instinctively grip my waist, and he spins me around so that my back is to his chest. I feel his warmth immediately, and I don’t want him to let me go.

I stare at the other, wondering what the fuck is going on, but my train of thought is derailed when a hand starts to move tentatively across my hip.

Oh my.

He runs his hand across my stomach before he slides it underneath the fabric and inside my pants.

“Here's what’s gonna happen. His punishment is to watch me fuck you, and you… you are going to be a good fucking girl for me, Little Viper. Understand?” he says seductively, his warm breath teasing, sending a wave of goosebumps across my skin.