Page 73 of The Devils' Darling

“Let them, Duchess,” Dom says. “Our parents know. What more do we have to hide?”

He turns, tosses me a wink, and runs his hand higher up my leg. His touch is amazing, and I find myself letting out a sigh of pleasure. My legs are already on either side of his thighs, and my panties would be on display, if it wasn’t for Dom’s body blocking the way. Tino leans in and kisses my neck. I tilt my head to one side, giving him better access. His tongue darts out, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

“I’m not getting left out this time,” Kirill growls, edging closer.

He leans in to kiss me, and his hand slides between my thighs.

My body is already alight with arousal, my nipples crinkling, and heat gathering at my core. We’re surrounded by people, but no one can really see what’s going on. Encompassed by all three men, I doubt I’m even visible, unless someone had a drone hovering above us. It still turns me on, knowing someone might see us, though. What is it with me and sex out in the open? It’s a kink I never knew I had until I met the Devils.

Kirill pushes my panties to one side, then his finger slides up and down my pussy.

“Already wet,” he says as he breaks the kiss. “Dirty little slut. Are you a slut for us, Mackenzie? Taking it out in the open like this.”

His mouth claims mine again, and I gasp and nod frantically against him. I’ll be whatever they want me to be.

He rubs my clit, and Tino’s hand finds my breast. Tino continues to kiss and suck my neck, as his fingers pinch my nipple through my sundress. Dom lifts my left foot to his mouth, and wet heat encloses my toes. It’s ticklish at first, but the ticklishness quickly fades when Kirill slides a finger inside me.

“Oh, God,” I gasp, my hips lifting, but his other hand covers my mouth.

“Shh, our little slut has to be quiet while we make her come, or everyone is going to know what we are doing to her.”

I stare into his blue eyes, even as his finger slides in and out of me. “Are you going to be quiet?” he asks. “Or do we have to expose this pretty pussy to the whole school?”

I nod franticly.

He replaces his hand with his mouth and kisses me again. “Good girl.”

“My turn,” Tino says.

Kirill slides his finger from me and brings it to his mouth. He sucks off my arousal, keeping eye contact with me the whole time. It’s so fucking hot, I think I might explode.

But then Tino pushes a finger inside me, and I snap my attention to him. Dom is still kissing and licking my toes—he’s always had a thing about my feet. I remember when he bought me those fuck-me pumps. Hadn’t he wanted me to stand on him in them?

Tino’s thumb presses on my clit as he finger fucks me. I know I’m going to come soon. The attention of all these men, out here in the open, is too much. I curl into myself, pressing my forehead to Dom’s solid back. Kirill takes my hand and places it over his shorts, so I can feel his hardness, letting me know he wants me.

I climax hard and almost silently, shuddering and shaking between them. My whimpers are soft, and my body stiffens and arches. My pussy pulses around Tino’s finger.

“Good girl,” Tino says. “Now we’re taking you down to the den so we can take turns fucking you.”

Tino pulls my skirt back around my thighs, and Dom stands.

He leans down, and I think he’s going to help me to my feet, as my legs are still shaky, but then he ducks down and hauls me up. In a second, my feet leave the ground, and I find myself thrown over his shoulder.

“Dom!” I squeal, perfectly aware that in my short dress, my panties—which are soaked—are on display. I’m glad I’m not wearing a thong, or my ass would be on display to the entire school right now.

But he slaps the back of my thigh with a flat palm, the crack sounding across the field, and I squeal again.

“You’re coming with us, Duchess.”

My face is so hot, I think I might spontaneously combust. I simultaneously want to kill him and fuck him. People are noticing, and I hear ripples of laughter. I’m fully aware that Dom’s handprint is showing as red marks on my white thigh.

“You are so dead,” I warn him.

He only chuckles and keeps walking. I sense everyone watching, and I’m relieved when we enter the building and vanish from view. Dom still doesn’t put me down, though, and instead carries me through the much darker, cooler hallways. Kirill and Valentino flank him. Before long, we’re in the den, and Dom throws me onto the couch like I weigh nothing.

I try to leap back up, but he pushes me down. Valentino and Kirill move in closer, so all three of them are crowded around me.

Dom purses his lips and shakes his head. “Uh-uh, Duchess. You’re not going anywhere.”

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