The Devil I Crave (Devil's Knights 2)

They grunted with each pull, holding onto me as I stroked them. It wasn’t easy trying to juggle both of them, but I made it work. Drake closed his eyes, like he was focusing on getting to the finish line. Not Marcello, though. His blue irises were on fire with lust, the same desire that had been present for years.

I’d always wanted a piece of Marcello, and I could tell he wanted me, too. He watched the faces I made, each flick of my wrist, like he wanted to remember this moment forever. When I stopped stroking them, they groaned. Drake’s eyes snapped open, while Lonely Boy looked back at me with sad eyes.

I reached between my thighs and shoved my fingers inside me to coat my fingers. Silently, they observed me, chests heaving. Drake looked like he wanted to choke me to death for stopping so abruptly. Marcello just waited, patient as a python.

After I coated my fingers, I slid them down their shafts. Marcello’s eyes widened. So did Drake’s.

“She smells so fucking good,” Drake said to Marcello in a hushed tone.

Marcello smirked. “I bet she tastes even better.”

I dropped my hands to the table and leaned back on my elbows, my legs spread wide. Marcello gripped my thigh and made room for himself between them. He lifted me, just enough to turn me, so I was laying across the stone altar instead of dangling off it.

Marcello moved to the end of the table and clutched my thighs, lifting me up, and then his tongue parted my slick folds. I screamed as he devoured me like a hungry beast, my legs shaking with each of his tentative licks. He peeked up at me, his messy dark hair falling onto his forehead as he lapped up my juices.

Drake was at my side, dipping his head down to suck on my nipple that was hard enough to cut through glass. My insides felt as if they were on fire from Marcello’s skilled tongue. He thrust his fingers inside me, sucking on my clit, tugging on it with his teeth. Dangerous and wild, he looked like an animal. Licking, sucking, biting, taking what he wanted.

They were all hunters.

My Knights.

And I loved it.

Luca sat on the table, right in front of my head. He leaned down and grabbed the tie around my throat as he kissed me. I moaned in his mouth, then bucked my hips to push Marcello’s tongue farther inside me. I wrapped my legs around his neck, smothering him with my thighs. He squeezed my ass cheeks, dug his fingers so hard into my skin I saw stars.

Marcello’s tongue darted in and out of me, circled my clit. My orgasm rose to new heights, right at its peak. And then I unraveled, as if I were floating above myself. Losing all control. I came so hard on Marcello’s tongue he had to hold on to my legs until my body stopped convulsing.

Marcello slid his thumb across his bottom lip as our eyes met. “Fucking hell, woman.”

His lips glistened with my cum. He even had a little on his chin and cheeks.

Luca had held it together for so long, but I could see his resolve fading. Killing me with each seductive look he shot at me. Stripped down to his black Dolce & Gabbana boxer briefs, he shoved his brother and Drake aside.

He swiped his finger across my cracked lips. “Did Marcello make you feel good, baby?”

“Yes,” I whimpered, sucking his finger into my mouth.

“How about Sonny?”

I nodded. “Uh-huh.”

“And Drake?”

“Yes.”

“How about Cole?” Luca teased me with his seductive looks. “Did he make you come, baby?”

I licked my lips. “Yes.”

Luca held my chin, his lips inches from mine. “You gonna come for me, too?”

“Yes.”

He smiled against my lips. “Good girl.”

“I’m not done with them,” I said, out of breath.

“No?” Luca winked. “The Knights can have you when I’m done. And then I’ll fuck you again.”

I smiled in response.

Luca stood between my thighs, his cock so hard it could hurt someone. Without warning, he filled me completely, ripping a scream from my throat. The room spun around me, like I was high on Luca, lost in his madness. Drunk on my Devil.

My Devil who made me sin.

The Devil I Craved.

His fingers skated along the outside of my thigh as he fucked me like a maniac. My ass rubbed against the stone. His cock pounded my inner walls. Our skin slapped together so hard I cried out. When Luca was like this, nothing could stop him. Out of control, losing his mind. Seeing me with Marcello must have awakened the monster.

I arched my hips, and he lifted my right leg over his shoulder, thrusting into me like he wanted to kill me. Fuck me so hard he shattered me.

Marcello and Drake wrapped their hands around their shafts, jerking themselves off as rough and angry as Luca fucked me. Hard and brutal, their movements were so hostile, like they wanted it to hurt. They were all insane, but I guessed that meant I was, too. Because what the hell was I doing with the Knights?