Page 9 of Dirty Little Secret (The Devils You Know #1)

He starts moving, thrusting his hips against me, fucking me so good.

I stare up at him, his mask doing all kinds of naughty things to me as his breathing grows more rampant.

His hands grip the back of my thighs, holding them higher, until I'm fully exposed to them.

Their cocks slamming into both my holes.

“You feel so fucking good, I knew you would. You’re fucking intoxicating, woman,” the man fucking my pussy growls, and I can feel his sweat as it drips on my body from the exertion of making me his.

So fucking hot.

“Like a fucking dream,” the man below me pants, his breaths labored, before they lose all composure and start fucking me wilder, and harder until I’m floating right out of my body.

It's ethereal, the pleasure they're giving me, and I don't want this to be over.

“Give me that perfect, dirty fucking mouth,” the guy to my right says, and I turn my head to face him, on his knees, waiting for me. His masked face is hidden by the night, but this is still the best thing I've ever seen in my life.

I open my mouth for him, and he fills it within seconds. I immediately get to work. I swirl my mouth around his swollen tip, tasting his pre-cum like it's some kind of prize for being a good fucking girl for them. Their low, breathy sounds have me teetering closer and closer to the edge.

“Baby, ugh, you feel –ah! You're taking us so well.”

“Such a good fucking whore for us, Savy.” Their voices only fuel me to keep sucking, and my muffled cries only drive my dark knight crazy.

His hand reaches out, fisting my hair as he fucks my mouth senseless.

Tears begin to trail down my face from the connection, and I realize that this is the first time anyone has owned me like this.

Never have I been claimed like this before, but now that I have, I’m ruined for any other men for life.

“Savy, I'm gonna come. I-I’m coming,” the guy fucking my pussy whines, rutting into me a few more times before he completely lets go. He comes, and comes hard, and my pussy clenches, my own release building with each final thrust.

“I'm coming! Fuck, I'm coming! Please don't fucking stop!” He growls at my words, mumbling something unintelligible before my pussy pulses, coming all over his cock.

He slumps down, covering my body with his.

He burrows his head in between my tits, but he doesn't pull out.

He just stays like this while I suck the other guy's cock, our vulgar sounds echoing around us.

“Baby, I'm there.”

“ I'm. so. fucking. there! ” the others say in unison, and within seconds, hot ropes of hot cum fill my mouth, and I can feel the large dick in my ass pulsate, as I squeeze every last drop from him.

“Swallow.” I turn my head to face the masked man lying on my chest, looking up at me in the dark.

“I said, swallow, Little Viper.” I do just that.

With a gulp, I swallow his friend’s cum, then in seconds, I'm being lifted.

The guy beneath me eases his cock out of me, and I feel totally fucking spent .

The man before me lifts me to my feet, the others moving around us. He gazes down at me through his mask, and I don't know what's happening. He simply holds me upright, probably making sure that my legs don't give out.

I can smell him.

I can smell all of them, and I could get drunk off just their scent alone. Leather, sex, and bad decisions, though it's too late for me to run from them now.

“Here.” I turn my attention to the others, holding out a leather jacket for me.

“We destroyed your clothes, you'll need this.” I take it from him, and the other helps me put it on. It swims on me, covering at least half of my thighs. I cross my arms, grateful that I get to take a souvenir home with me.

“Uhh… thanks,” I finally say like an idiot. Who the hell says thanks after they've been fucked by three faceless strangers in the woods? I obviously do, because apparently, I don't know how to act around them now.

“Don't mention it,” one of them says, handing me my phone.

“It was in your pocket, but I kinda destroyed your leggings, so…”

“Right, well. I should probably get back. I'm the designated driver.” Before I embarrass myself any more than I already have, I turn and walk in the direction from which I came.

“We'll see you around, Little Viper. We’ll always find you.” I turn around, but they’ve vanished, hidden by the night.

Ghosts.

Gone but never forgotten, and all I have to show for tonight is their jacket… and their cum dripping from my body.

I switch on my phone, and a message pops up from River, sent about three minutes ago.

River Baby:

Hey, Bitch, where did you go? Anyways, I'm waiting by the car. It's locked, so let me know when you're on your way. Hope you got laid xx kk bye.

Me:

On my way, and, Bitch, you have nooo idea!

Pocketing my phone, I walk out into the clearing that backs onto the frat house. The hair on the back of my neck stands to attention. I look around, suddenly aware that I'm alone out here, when I see him.

Blake walks my way, and I immediately pick up the pace. I don't want to deal with this fucking asshole tonight. If he sees me like this, thoroughly fucked, I'll never hear the end of it. Even though he has no reason to talk.

“Vannah, wait up!” Agrh. I hate it when he fucking calls me that.

“What are you, a fucking toddler? My name is Savannah. I have nothing to say to you. We're over, Blake. Move on. Oh, wait, you already did. Tell Molly I said hi,” I spit out, picking up the pace, but he grabs my arm from behind, spinning me around to face him.

“Let go of me! You're fucking hurting me!”

“Shut the fuck up, you stupid bitch. I'm sick to fucking death of you whining and complaining about every little thing. You can fucking stand here and hear me out.” I go completely still.

My heart thumps heavily in my chest, and I try to clear my head, searching for a way to get out of this if it goes bad. He doesn't remove his hand from my upper arm. Instead, he squeezes tighter, staring down at me with the same expression he always does.

I'm realizing now that it's contempt that I see churning in his eyes, even if his features are hardly noticeable in the dark.

“You don't get to fucking break up with me, bitch. I fucking made you,” he shouts, and I curse myself for flinching. He's fucking out of his goddamn mind, because we weren't together long enough for him to make me come, let alone ‘ make me’ anything else.

“You're drunk, Blake. Let's just talk about this tomorrow, okay?” His eyes rake over my body, and I stiffen. His eyes grow wide and threatening, and I inwardly brace myself for whatever happens next.

“Who did you fuck, Savannah?!”

I don't say anything. I can't even think with him holding onto me like this.

He raises his other arm and grabs my hair.

My skull burns as he pulls my head back, then his other hand wraps around my throat.

“ Who. Did. You. Fuck? ” he rages, emphasizing each word.

He's acting like a total fucking crazy person right now.

He's never done anything like this before.

I could lie, I suppose. I could say that someone spilled their drink all over me, and I had to borrow someone else's clothes to wear home. Though my makeup is probably all over the place, and it would be way too obvious that I was lying.

My heartbeat grows even more frantic as he tightens his grip on my throat.

“You're hurting me, Blake, p-please . Can we just talk about this tomorrow?

I'm… I’m s-sorry, okay. I shouldn't have said that about Molly. Please, Blake. Just let me g-go,” I say through ragged breaths, and he smiles.

All signs of the guy I thought I knew are gone, replaced with someone unhinged and unrecognizable.

“I’ll find out, Savannah, you know I will. And when I do, I'll kill your whore ass in front of them, because you weren't theirs to fuck. Do you hear me? Nobody wants you, Savannah. And the sooner you realize that I'm as good as you're gonna get, the easier life will be for you.”