Page 68 of Drown in You

“Yes,” I breathe.

Without another word, Damien grabs my hand and pulls me through the crowd, parting the sweaty bodies with ease. Knox is right on our heels, and my heart pounds.

My vision wavers as they lead me upstairs, and I stumble over a step. Knox laughs a little too hard, as drunk or drunker than I am. Damien hardly notices, his focus honed in on reaching the door at the end of the hallway.

In the dim lighting, he turns the doorknob and Knox grabs my ass, making me jump. “What the hell?—”

Damien guides me into the dark bedroom, the only illumination trickling in from the streetlamp outside and the flickering traffic light at the nearby intersection, casting the rest of the room in an eerie glow.

Someone is already sitting at the end of the bed. Another masked Devil.

But it’s not Luke.

My stomach twists.

“Sienna wants to have some fun with us, Finn.” With a hand on the small of my back, Knox nudges me further into the dark room.

Finn stands slowly, and my stomach flips. All three of them.

“Wait—” Before I can retreat, Damien shoves me up against the wall, knocking the air out of my lungs. I gasp as my head smacks against the plaster. The whole room spins.

Damien steps aside, keeping me pinned to the wall with a hand on my shoulder.

Knox grabs my other shoulder, rubbing soothing circles over my exposed skin. “You ready for our hands and mouths all over you, beautiful?”

Before meeting Luke, Knox’s words of praise would’ve made my knees weak. But my body doesn’t react to the sweet words because they aren’t coming from my stepbrother’s mouth.

“I better go.” My tipsy words come out shaky.

“You’re not going anywhere.” Damien’s voice is brusque, sharp.

Finn moves like a shadow until he’s directly in front of me. With my gaze finally glued to him, he hooks a finger under my chin, lifting it to meet the eyes I can’t see beneath his purge mask. But he sees everything.

A lump forms in my throat, and I stop breathing when Finn sinks to his knees before me.

Oh my god. “What are you?—”

Finn’s calloused hands land on my thighs, gradually drifting up, goosebumps budding in their wake. I can’t form the words to stop him.

My heart beats wildly. Finn’s hands are shockingly, achingly tender as they brush along my thighs and up, inch by inch, until they’re sliding beneath the hem of my dress.

When he catches the edge of my panties between his fingers, my heart stops. “I’m not?—”

“We’re going to have so much fun with you,” Knox promises.

In a blink, Finn tugs my panties to my feet.

The cool air kisses between my legs, and before I can stop them, a pair of lips brush against my neck. “You’re going to love having all three of us inside you.”

The door bangs open, knob smacking against the wall. Light from the hallway spills into the room, a bucket of ice water jolting us awake from a sound sleep.

Another masked man rounds on us. The pair of holes in his mask display his fiery gray eyes.

Luke’s gaze spears through me like I’m about to suggest he join the fun.

He wrenches me from their grasps, his fingers digging into my arm. “She’s my stepsister, assholes. Drunk stepsister.”

Knox hiccups. “We’re all drunk.”

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