Page 24 of The Fallen Ones

“While you’re at it, make sure she chooses to dress as a little red devil. She looks so fucking hot in red.” Damien licked his lips and closed his eyes for a second, clearly imaging my girl in some sexy Damien-fueled fantasy.

“That works.” I agreed and hid my jealousy well. “The masks might get a little hot and awkward so we can paint our faces as skeletons, too. Those rooms are dark enough that she won’t recognize us with face paint on.”

“Her eyes will be rolling back so far in pleasure from my cock buried in her tight holes that she won’t have time to try to look at our faces.” Damien smacked his lips. “Perfection.”

I breathed in hard and grabbed the joint from his hand and took a long, slow hit. I needed something to blur my mind from the image Damien just conjured. I fought my fists as they wanted to ball up and punch his smug, pretty face.

How the fuck was I going to get through this night?

“All black outfits, no identifying logos or slogans. We need to be unidentifiable.” I let out my final thought. “Shirts and gloves on because fuck wit here has tats.” I jerked my thumb in Damien’s direction.

He inclined his head at me without argument.

The plan was set.

“There’s one more thing,” Caleb piped up. “Lily told me she wants to be…forced.”

“Forced?” I questioned.

“Yeah, she told me she needs to be forced into it so she can’t back out.”

“There’s no backing out once you’re in the room. It’s an agreement,” Damien replied. He’d been to more parties at Satan’s Hollow than I had. I tried to appear clean cut and perfect because of my football career depended on me not fucking anything up.

“She won’t back out, but she did insist that she wants to be forced. She wants to rid herself of all her fears surrounding sex.” Caleb’s cheeks flushed as he spoke of his conversation with Lily.

“What are you hiding, Watts?” I asked him.

“Nothing. I’ve told you what Lily wants.”

“To be forced? When I tried to force her she pushed me away and ran off in tears.” I overshared and regretted it immediately when I saw the grin on Damien’s face. I rose to my feet and made to pace as a way to work out my frustration, but Caleb was quick to his feet to stop me.

“You’ve tried to force her before?” Caleb pushed his chest into mine.

“Back the fuck off.” I pushed him away from me. “I’m talking about the day we split up. You already know what happened.”

“She never said you tried to force her. She used the word ‘pushy’.”

“You two sure are entertaining,” Damien said from his perch on the leather sofa, “everyone stick to the plan, and if Lily wants forcing, that’s exactly what we’ll do.”

I glowered at him. “If she gets hurt, I’ll break your fucking neck.”

Damien only snickered and lit another joint. I scowled and looked back to Caleb who had the sense to take a step back from me.

“You want to force her, Caleb? Huh? Hold her down and fuck her even if she’s begging you to stop?”

He cast his gaze to his feet, his cheeks darkening. I didn’t think he was going to answer until he let out a breath.

“I want to do this. If this is what she wants, then yes. It’s what I want too.”

“Perfect. So it’s settled. You two will hold her, and I’ll fuck her first,” Damien said.

“Abso-fucking-lutely not,” I snarled at him. “I get her first.”

“Why do you get her first? I’ve been her best friend since we could sit up on our own,” Caleb snapped back. “I want her first.”

I glared from Caleb to Damien.

“How about this,” Damien said easily. “Let her decide. Whoever she chooses gets to do it.”

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