Page 16 of Veiled Vengeance (The Devils of New York #3)

Immediately, I’m drawn to the metal shelf. Here goes nothing. The top is easily above their heads, and I can hide behind the cardboard boxes sitting up here.

I feel like I can hear my own heartbeat as I place my foot on the first shelf and give it my weight. There’s no creaking sound, so I continue.

“Forty-six, forty-seven, forty-eight?—”

I reach the top and give the last shelf my weight. But as I do so, I accidentally nudge a box with my shoe on the shelf below, and it’s not silent. Not at all.

“Don’t give us too many hints!” Asher taunts.

Fuck. Now I need to hurry. I doubt they’ll notice one box moved over slightly—this place isn’t exactly squeaky clean. I hurry and make my body as small as possible by bringing my knees to my chest and sitting down behind the boxes. There’s a gap so I can see between the two boxes.

“Sixty! Are you ready for us, Spencer?” Rio asks in a singsong voice, still taunting me.

I attempt to slow my breathing, thinking that’s going to be the thing that gives me away, and watch for them from my makeshift peephole.

Or peep crack?

I don’t see them walk by once, and I strain to hear the smallest sound, but there’s nothing. Minutes go by and still nothing. They didn’t give up, did they? No. They wouldn’t do that. They want their prize as much as I do.

Maybe I still am that good. But before I can mentally pat myself on the back, the two boxes that make up my temporary haven are yanked apart, and my heart is instantly lodged in my throat.

“ Hermanos ! Look what I found over here!” Rio announces to Asher and Zane as he yanks me to the edge of the shelf and hops down, looking up at me.

My breathing picks up in anticipation, waiting to see what he’s going to do next—what they’re all going to do.

“Well, well. Looks like we caught ourselves a little angel,” Zane says as he rounds the corner of another shelf opposite the one I’m on. His eyes are wild and completely zeroed in on me. Asher is right behind him.

“Did you think we wouldn’t find you? Or did you make it easy on purpose?” Asher teases. Each step he and Zane take toward me has purpose and, dare I say, swagger.

I thought I could possibly be the one to outsmart them in this scenario, but now I know that I was always the prey.

All three men line themselves up in front of me—eyes and attention on me and my body. It’s a heady feeling, having the complete focus of three very powerful and dominant men. Instead of cowering under their gaze, I decide to revel in it. Bask in the heat and fire their passion gives me.

I cross my ankles and lean back slightly to rest my weight on my hands. I’m trying to come off cool when I’m still a panting, needy mess inside. “Well, you caught me. Took you long enough. Now what? Was that all talk, Asher?” My voice comes out a bit breathy, but the challenge is still there.

“Don’t poke the devil, Baby. You have three right in front of you, and they all like to play.”

Feeling confident I lean forward and give a final push. “Prove it, big guy.”

He grabs me around my calves and quite literally yanks me off the shelf but catches me with an arm under my ass and another around my back so we’re chest to chest, my legs around his middle. I hook my ankles together to glue myself to him.

“You know exactly how big I am. But now I’ll let you feel it in a whole new way.”

His promise makes my panties flood, and my need reaches a new level. I grind my pussy along his abs in an attempt to get some friction where I need it.

He denies me relief by flipping me around and setting me on my feet right in front of Rio.

“My turn,” Rio growls, then grabs me roughly and brings his mouth to mine. He wastes no time, taking everything I’m offering to him.

He drags me close, as if he’s trying to cement our bodies together so we never have to part. He won’t have to work too hard; I don’t want to leave them either.

His hands slap and grip my ass, then move up to my back and find their way beneath my shirt.

Pulling away from my mouth slightly, he demands, “ Quitarte la blusa ahora .” Take off your shirt, now.

I cross my arms and reach down, grabbing the hem of my plain black shirt. Then, I slowly drag my hands up while keeping eye contact with Rio.

“ Serás mi muerte ,” he pants at the sight of the first sliver of skin revealed on my stomach. You’ll be the death of me.

Zane seems to have an issue with my teasing because he steps up behind me, plastering his front to my back so I’m sandwiched between him and Rio, and removes my shirt for me.

“If you’d have gone any slower, I might have died with Rio. And you’d miss our cocks too much,” he says in my ear as his breath kisses my skin.

He brings his hands around to my front and begins to undo my jeans. My pussy is weeping for them.

“Now, who’s the one going to slow?” I tease and rub my ass against his already hard cock.

“Hear that, Rio? Our girl doesn’t want slow.”

“Then don’t give her slow,” Asher grunts out.

His command springs Zane and Rio into action. Rio rids me of my jeans and shoes while Zane unhooks my bra. Zane’s hands immediately cup my breasts, and his fingers roll my nipples. I arch into his hands, searching for more. More pleasure. More touch. More everything.

I see Rio and Zane make eye contact, and Zane gives him a nod.

Proving they can read each other’s minds, Zane lifts my breasts in offering to Rio as Rio brings his mouth to my right breast and bites.

But as he bites, his hand snakes in between our bodies and goes right for my clit.

I scream out in pain and pleasure. His bite and touch bring both—I yearn for both.

He continues to rub my clit and tease my breasts with his mouth, and I grind into his hand.

Rio is a multitasker and deserves an award for it.

I feel his hand leave my wanting pussy, then reach past me for Zane.

As Rio alternates biting my breasts, sucking my nipples, flicking them with his skilled tongue, and then biting again, he undoes Zane’s pants and reaches in.

I feel his hand move behind me, up and down Zane’s cock, and Zane thrusts into Rio’s hand.

“Feel how wet our girl is? Feel her cum on my hand? I barely touched her greedy cunt, and my hand is soaked,” Rio breathes to Zane, then goes back to teasing my breasts.

Zane moans and says, “Fuck yes. So goddamn wet for us.”

Wanting to give more to Rio, I reach for his cock as well, but he pushes my hand away. He pulls off my nipple with a pop and says to me, “I’m already harder than steel, mi amor. If you get your perfect hands around my dick, I won’t last for the plans we have for you.”

I grind my pussy against his jeans so I can feel his cock. I need to feel him. I need to feel them all. I need it now.

“Then show me. I need to feel your cocks inside me,” I say on a whimper.

At my plea, Zane and Rio rapidly strip off their clothes and I admire their bodies—Rio’s tattoo-covered tan skin and Zane’s ivory-smooth skin. They both have sculpted abs that don’t seem real, and that V that makes all women lose their minds, and their panties.

I turn to Zane and trail my finger down his happy trail and lower to my knees.

“You’re supposed to fuck my throat, right? You still want that?” I look up at him as I wrap my hand around his cock and begin to stroke.

“Always, Angel. Always.”

I don’t ease him into it. I dive right in, taking him as far back in my throat as possible. His hand immediately goes to the back of my head and pushes me back down when I pull away.

Then a set of hands push my knees apart, and a mouth is on my pussy, sucking, licking, teasing. I moan around Zane’s dick, causing him to pulse.

“Best pussy I’ll ever eat,” Rio says below me. “I need this pussy on my tongue morning and night.” Then he licks me from my clit to my ass and I’m instantly reminded where Asher intends to be.

“Hurry up and make her come, Rio. I’m dying to get my cock in her sweet ass,” I hear Asher demand.

“Happily,” Rio responds, sounding like he’s drunk. Can a man get drunk on cum? Definitely not. And then he really goes to town, working two fingers then a third into my pussy and attacking that spot inside that will inevitably send me over the edge.

I continue to moan and work my mouth around Zane’s length, all of us caught up in the pleasure and heat between us.

“I’m gonna come, Angel. And you’re swallowing every drop.

” Then Zane pulls my hair so hard it stings and really fucks my throat like I was promised.

I gag around him and enjoy every second of bringing this man pleasure.

When he comes it’s with a loud moan and my name on his lips, and like he told me to, I swallow every drop.

Then he drops to his knees next to me and says against my lips, “Such a good fucking girl swallowing for me. Now, come on Rio’s face. You know he loves it when you do.”

And that’s all it takes. I cry out as my pussy spasms and squeezes Rio’s fingers which makes him moan against my clit, prolonging my release.

When I come down from the high, I collapse onto Rio’s chest and kiss and nibble at his neck. I turn to look at Zane and see he’s got his hand around Rio’s cock and is working his length by my ass.

“Shit, Z. Shit. I can’t come yet,” Rio pleads.

Then two sets of hands grab my sides and lower me onto Rio’s hard cock. He wasn’t kidding—he’s ready to go. My pussy stretches and burns slightly as he works himself inside me, and I light up with the slight pain.

I’m exhausted but still alert, anticipating Asher’s dick.

“Yes, yes, yes. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” I beg.

Once Rio is to the hilt, I feel a hand on my upper back, pushing me forward.

“This devil is ready to play, baby girl. Are you ready?”

“Oh shit.” Fear instantly takes over. “Ash, I’ve never . . . I mean . . .”

“I know,” he interrupts. “Trust me. I’ll take care of your virgin ass.”

It’s a simple reassurance, but it’s all I need. I do trust him, and I really do want this.

He’s already naked and hard, and I feel his cock slide up and down my ass. I hear him spit, and something cold and wet lands on my asshole.

“Breathe, Baby, and relax for me.”

Then, he nudges the tip inside. It burns and my eyes water. Rio reaches for my face with both hands and kisses me, lovingly—passionately. Then I feel a hand wedge between mine and Rio’s bodies and my body releases the tension I was holding. Asher works his way in more and I cry out.

“Shhh. We’re here. Look at you taking two dicks like a good girl—our good girl. I’m going to move now, Spencer. Hold on.”

And then Asher fucks my ass. He doesn’t hold back either. He doesn’t treat me like I’m broken. He treats me like I’m strong.

At first, it doesn’t feel all that great, but then that sensation, that desire to fly over the edge, starts to build in my stomach.

I turn my head to the side and look to Zane.

No words are needed—he knows what I want.

He leans in and kisses me through Asher’s rough, hot fucking.

Rio latches on to my neck, no doubt leaving more marks.

We all moan together as Asher keeps up with his brutal pace.

In and out. In and out.

The slide of his dick in my ass is making obscene sounds—sounds I would normally blush at. But right now, they make me beg.

“Yes, Ash. Yes! Please. It feels so good. But it’s too much.”

“I need you to feel it all, Baby Girl. Feel how much I want you and will never stop wanting you. Your ass. Your cunt. Your mouth. They were made for us. Made to take our cum. Now take it, Baby. Take every drop.”

And when that sensation building inside me bursts, I scream. I scream for mercy. I scream for a god I don’t believe in. I scream for my men.

Rio and Asher come with me. Their cocks pulsing and twitching inside me. When we all come back to earth, we collapse into one sweaty, sticky pile, and I pass out.