Page 60 of Dead Devil's Playground
They start to move in tandem, a rhythm perfected over months of practice. Hudson thrusts up as Kai pulls back, never leaving me empty, never giving me a moment to catch my breath. The dual sensation is overwhelming, pleasure building at the base of my spine as they take me higher.
A new hand threads through my hair, strong fingers tangling in the rainbow strands. I break away from Hudson's kiss as the hand gently but firmly guides my face to the side. Rev kneels beside us on the massive bed, his cock hard and waiting mere inches from my lips.
I dart my tongue out, tasting the salt of his skin before taking him into my mouth. His groan of satisfaction vibrates throughme as his hand tightens in my hair, guiding my movements as Hudson and Kai continue their relentless pace.
This is my world now—surrounded by these three men, claimed by them as thoroughly as I've claimed them. The past year has transformed us all, forged us into something stronger, something unbreakable.
After my speech at the Playground last Dead Devil's Night, the city's power structure shifted dramatically. Officials and criminals alike scrambled to cement discreet alliances with us, eager to secure their places in the new order. The refurbishment of the city has been flourishing under our watchful eye. Crime hasn't disappeared—I'm not naive enough to think it ever could—but it's organized now, controlled, channeled into avenues that benefit rather than harm.
Certain crimes have vanished entirely. No one dares commit rape or domestic abuse in my city anymore. Not when everyone knows the queen of the dead city might slink out of the shadows to slit their throats. I've made examples of those who tested this boundary, and the message has been received loud and clear.
I'm pulled from these thoughts as Rev's hand tightens in my hair, his cock hitting the back of my throat as his breathing grows ragged. Hudson and Kai increase their pace, driving into me with an intensity that borders on desperation. My body is a conduit for their pleasure as much as my own, every nerve ending alive with sensation as I'm filled from all sides.
"Our queen," Hudson murmurs, his voice rough with exertion as he drives up into me. The bullet wound in his side healed months ago, leaving behind a star-shaped scar that I trace with my tongue when he sleeps. "Our beautiful, deadly fucking queen."
I moan around Rev's cock, the vibration making him curse as his hips stutter. The sound of skin against skin fills our bedroom,punctuated by grunts and gasps as we chase our release together.
Kai's teeth find the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder, biting down just hard enough to send a jolt of electricity straight to my core. It's the final push I need, my orgasm crashing over me in waves that make my vision blur at the edges. I convulse around them, pulling them deeper as my body clenches and releases.
Rev is the first to follow, his hand tightening almost painfully in my hair as he spills down my throat with a hoarse shout. I swallow everything he gives me, my eyes watering as I struggle to breathe through the intensity of my own climax.
Hudson and Kai fall over the edge together, their movements becoming erratic as they chase their release. I feel them pulse inside me, filling me from both ends as their groans harmonize in a symphony of satisfaction.
For a long moment, we stay locked together, our bodies slick with sweat, chests heaving as we struggle to catch our breath. Then, slowly, they disentangle themselves from me, careful not to cause discomfort as they withdraw.
I collapse onto Hudson's chest, his heartbeat strong and steady beneath my ear. Rev stretches out beside us, his hand still playing with strands of my multi-colored hair. Kai disappears briefly, returning with a warm, damp cloth to clean me up gently before tossing the cloth in the general direction of the bathroom.
"I still can't believe you actually did it," Kai says, gesturing to my hair as he settles on my other side. "When you said you were thinking about going rainbow, I thought you were joking."
I smile lazily, too sated to move. "Thought it was appropriate after all these years. Dead Devil's Night is tomorrow, after all. Gotta look my best for our anniversary."
"I love the hair," Hudson murmurs after a moment, twirling a strand of purple and blue around his finger. "Though I'm notsure the mayor knew where to look during our meeting this morning."
I laugh, remembering the official's poorly concealed shock when I walked into the boardroom with my rainbow-colored locks. "That was half the point. Keep them off-balance."
"It's a good strategy," Rev agrees, his thumb tracing lazy circles on my thigh. "They never know what version of you they're getting—the businesswoman or the devil."
"They're the same person," Kai points out, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. "That's what makes her so goddamn terrifying."
I smile at that, a warm glow of satisfaction spreading through me. It's taken time to find this balance—between the ruthlessness needed to maintain our control and the compassion that drives us to make the city better. Between the public face of our legitimate empire and the shadows where we still operate when necessary.
"The new hospital wing opens next week," I remind them, thoughts drifting to our latest project. The children's medical center, funded entirely by our businesses, will serve the poorest neighborhoods in the city. My hand unconsciously drifts to one of the scar below my navel, the permanent reminder that I'll never carry a child of my own. Maybe that's why this project matters so much.
"David would be proud," Rev says quietly, his eyes meeting mine with understanding.
The mention of the man who saved me four years ago still brings a pang of grief, but it's softer now, tempered by time and the knowledge that we've built something he would have approved of. Something lasting.
"He would," I agree, reaching up to trace the scar on Hudson's abdomen—a permanent reminder of how close I came to losing him. "He would have even approved of my methods, he did teach me most of them afterall."
Kai snorts. "Your methods are what keep this city in line. Fear works."
"Fear and hope," Rev corrects, his gaze thoughtful. "That's the balance we've found. They fear what happens if they cross us, but they hope for what we can help them build."
I consider this, thinking of the changes we've implemented over the past year. The social programs funded through our clubs. The rehabilitation centers for addicts. The shelters for those escaping abuse. All operating alongside our more ruthless activities and criminal enterprises that will never truly disappear.
"It works," I say finally. "This city is ours—not just to rule, but to protect."
Hudson's arm tightens around me, his lips pressing against my temple. "And no one's going to take it from us."
