Page 5 of Dirty Little Secret (The Devils You Know #1)

FIVE

SAVANNAH

The pressure of his body pressed against mine has rendered me completely immobile.

I’m at his mercy, their mercy, and there's not a single thing I can do about it.

The masked stranger grips my wrists and pins them above my head, tangling them in my hair, then throws his leg over me, straddling my waist. A whimper escapes me when I can feel his hard cock pressed against my heated core, then I look up and come face to face with a mask worthy of a horror film.

The skull looks depraved, sinful even, sending a trickle of ice down my spine.

His two accomplices wear the same masks and flank him on either side.

There is something so sinister about the way they're watching me, and the fear coursing through me only adds to my heightened arousal.

I shouldn’t be feeling this way, so okay with being scared, but I can’t help it. My pussy is pulsing, and my panties are damper than they’ve ever been in my life. This is the moment I've spent years dreaming of—the highlight of my every secret fantasy.

There's only one detail missing.

“Look at you, Little Viper. Your mouth says you don’t want this, but I bet that pretty little cunt of yours is dripping, trembling for us to touch it.

” I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from whimpering.

If he presses his cock any harder against my body, he’ll be able to feel just how much I do want this.

“Who the fuck are you?” I force as much resentment into my tone as I can, but even I can hear how unconvincing I am. Thank God I chose Fine Arts as my major and not Performing Arts. I'd have flunked out in the first year.

“I already told you. We are the devils you know, baby,” the guy on the right says, his voice filled with a mix of longing and greed, and the knowledge that the three of them want me like this has me throwing caution to the fucking wind.

Blake never wanted to do anything like this, despite putting myself out there and asking, and I’ll be fucking damned if I let this opportunity slip through my fingers.

This might be the last time anything like this ever happens to me, and it’s that thought that has me wanting so desperately to embrace this moment with them.

I don’t care if this is wrong.

“What are you going to do with me?” My voice is thick and full of wanton lust, and I focus my eyes, trying to see as much of them as I can in the dark. They’re tall and broad, that much I can tell, and it only makes me want to do this again in the daylight.

“Anything we fucking want,” the guy on the left says, his voice is low and hoarse, and I could have sworn that I’ve heard it before. The guy straddling me skates his one hand up my body without an ounce of hesitation, and it sends a rush of heat all over me.

His movements are sure and precise as he grabs my tit, squeezing it hard, drawing a loud moan from me. I’m not even embarrassed by my reaction to his touch. If they wanna fucking play, I’ll give them a game worth playing.

“You want us to take what we want from you, Little Viper?” he asks, using the same nickname the other guy did before. When I don’t respond, he pinches my nipple between his fingers, causing me to gasp. My body lifts up into him, and I’ve never craved anyone like this before.

I can feel him everywhere, and all sense of logic flies right out the window when our eyes meet.

Who is this man?

As much as I think I’d like to know, there’s something about being alone in the dark with three masked strangers that I find so damn alluring.

I’m drowning in desire.

Need and uncontrollable want are pulling me under, and I have never felt more alive.

“I want you to use me,” I finally say, and I can feel their eyes on me, waiting for me to give them more.

I’m aware they’re hanging onto my every word, hoping that I’d submit to them.

“I want you to make me fucking beg,” I rasp, my throat thick with the need to cry out at how good the man's hard body feels grinding against mine, enough to leave me breathless, and craving more.

So much more.

The other guys standing in the dark above me let out a groan as they wait on the sidelines, watching their friend rock against my needy pussy beneath the light of the moon.

“You fucking like that? You like watching him claim what’s yours?

Are you jealous you won’t ever get a turn?

” I taunt. My lips tilt into a smirk, and it’s all I can do not to laugh when they snarl, dipping their heads to the side like the predators that they are.

Their large, muscular bodies grow rigid in the darkness, as the air around me morphs into something cold and menacing.

I imagine their tight jaws clenching behind their masks as they battle with their composure, losing patience with me.

I doubt they expected that I would be this way.

I wonder if they knew that of all the women who could be in my place, I'd be the one who craves the chase. Craves the hunt. Something is telling me that I’m on dangerous ground, though.

Toying with their barely there control, that’s hanging on by a thread like it’s nothing more than a light switch.

Fire playing with an even bigger fire.

I hope they know what they are getting themselves into because the flames don’t fucking scare me, not even a little.

The coldness that follows does, and I refuse to let this go without first feeling everything they want to make me feel.

So if they’re as ready as they seem to be, I will gladly hand them the match, and we can all burn together.