Page 1 of Dead Devil's Playground
Prologue
Twofuckingyears.
Two long, blood-soaked years I’ve ruled this hellhole from the shadows with Rev and Kai by my side. Or under me. Or behind me. Or on top… you get the picture.
Two years of anonymous enemies—faceless cowards—scrambling in the dark, trying to take down the phantom who dared step into their dirty playground, who had the audacity to end their reign of terror. No more killing, no more raping innocent lives. We made this city ours. Not with shiny crowns or sly handshakes but with guns, knives and violence.
Every year, I still let chaos off its leash for one night, allowing them a taste of the madness they crave. But even in the depths of carnage, my rules reign. Cross that line? They don’t get a warning. I don’t send polite little memos or hallmark cards. The stories? They whisper them in dark corners: Break my law, and I appear. Out of nowhere, like smoke. One second, nothing. Thenext? They’re dead—they don’t live long enough to describe what happens after.
I am the sweet nightmare in combat boots they can’t escape.
I am the rumor that haunts their last breaths, the predator they’ll never see coming, the executioner in the shadows. Better they never see my face, better they tremble in ignorance. For their safety? No. For mine.
But honestly, I don’t give a shit either way.
You can’t kill what’s already dead.
Chapter 1
Ry
“Don’tmakeasound,little bit—I’m not fucking sharing you tonight.”
Well fuck, I’m not sure how he expects me to keep silent when he’s balls-deep in my pussy. My eyes flick to Kai’s sleeping form in front of me on the bed. I clamp my teeth together, determined to swallow every moan.
Rev angles me higher, my leg hooked over his, and I gasp when he thrusts deeper. His hand slides up my body until his fingers curl around my throat—just how I like it—claiming every breath I take. His grip tightens, and I feel the heat pool low in my belly.
The room is cloaked in darkness, the silence broken only by the ragged sounds of our breaths, each gasp of mine stifled by the possessive weight of his hand. Kai sleeping just inches away makes my pulse quicken, a wicked thrill that turns every thrust of Rev’s hips into an electric current. I’m not sure how we haven’t woken Kai yet, but his face is still relaxed in sleep, his breaths deep and even.
Rev knows exactly how to drive me crazy—how to push me over the edge with each deliberate movement of his cock. His fingers tighten around my throat and I can’t think, the pressure sending a rush of heat through my body, intensifying the pleasure radiating from where he's buried deep inside me. My breath hitches, the struggle for air mixing with the overwhelming sensations of him filling me, claiming me.
All I feel is him inside me, and his grip tightening in that silent command for my complete surrender to him. My thoughts are consumed by the raw need he's igniting within me. My body arches up, seeking more of him, chasing that exquisite pain-pleasure, even as my voice is reduced to nothing more than desperate whimpers.
With one final, powerful thrust he brings me to the brink and I fall apart around him, my body trembling with the force of my release. My body pulses around him as my release crashes over us in waves of ecstasy. I can barely hold back the cry that wants to tear from my throat, my fingers gripping the sheets as I ride out the pleasure that he so expertly commanded.
Rev slows his movements, leaning in closer, his lips brushing against my ear. His voice is a low groan, filled with satisfaction. "I’ll never get fucking tired of feeling you come on my cock."
His words send another shiver down my spine, his deep voice vibrating against my ear as he remains buried inside me, my body clenching around his hard cock. My breath is still ragged, chest heaving as I struggle to regain some semblance of control. But the way his body presses against mine, the possessiveness in his touch, makes it clear that control is the last thing he’s willing to give back to me right now.
He loosens his grip on my throat, allowing me to draw a full shuddering breath, but he doesn’t pull away. Instead he moves slowly, deliberately, his hips rolling in a way that makes meacutely aware of just how deep he still is. It’s almost too much—almost.
“Kai’s out cold, baby girl,” Rev murmurs against my skin, his lips grazing my jawline as he speaks. “But if you keep making those sweet noises, he won’t stay that way for long.”
I bite down on my bottom lip, desperately trying to hold in the sounds building in my throat, but it’s futile. Another gasp escapes me, louder this time, and Rev's response is immediate. He pulls me tighter against him, his teeth grazing my earlobe as he drives into me harder, faster.
“Nothing will ever take you away from us again,” he growls, each word punctuated by the snap of his hips.
He drags me back to the brink again, my body trembling as I feel another wave building. I know I won’t be able to hold it back, not with the way Rev is fucking me like he owns me, like he’s determined to imprint himself on every part of me.
“Rev…” I manage to whimper. Even after two years of being back together, we can’t help but slip into the memories that haunt us. But the concern is fleeting, drowned out by the overwhelming need to let go, to give in to the pleasure that’s consuming me.
Rev’s hand slides down my body, his fingers finding my clit. The moment he touches me, it’s over. I shatter around him, broken moans tearing out despite my best efforts. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow down, riding out my climax until I’m nothing more than a trembling, gasping mess before he follows me over the edge.
Finally he stills, chest heaving, and buries his face in my neck. We sit in the hush of our ragged breathing, the sheets rustling softly as Kai shifts once.
When Rev finally pulls free, he levers himself up beside me until his eyes lock with mine, dark and intense as if he’s daring me to say something, to deny the claim he stakes on me everychance he gets. But I can’t. I never could, even before we all admitted our feelings, and especially not with the way my body still feels like it’s on fire from his touch.
Instead I reach up, fingers brushing against his jaw as I pull him down for a kiss, soft but lingering. Rev's lips leave mine as he slowly slips out of the bed with a predator's grace, stalking toward the bathroom. I know exactly what he’s doing—fetching a cloth to clean me up, a ritual that’s become familiar between us.
