Chapter 1
Ry
“Don’t make a sound, 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 me acutely 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 every chance 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.
I turn my head to the side, my gaze falling on Kai.
His chest rises and falls steadily, the picture of a man deep in sleep but as I look closer, I notice the telltale curve of his lips.
He’s not asleep at all, and I doubt he ever was.
Kai's eyes suddenly open as though he feels me staring, glinting with mischief and desire as he locks his gaze with mine.
A slow, lazy smirk spreads across his face, one that has my heart beating faster and my pussy about to beg for more.
But he doesn’t say a word, just gives me a knowing wink before closing his eyes again, his expression smoothing back into one of feigned sleep.
Allowing his brother to have his moment.
No one could ever say they aren’t good at sharing.
Before I can dwell on it too long, Rev reappears with a warm, damp cloth in his hand. His eyes meet mine as he kneels beside me, his expression softening as he carefully cleans me up, his touch tender.
When Rev's done, he tosses the cloth into the hamper and slides back into bed beside me. I turn my head to look at him, catching the faintest hint of a smile playing on his lips.
"Will that help you sleep now, baby girl?" he asks, his voice husky.
I hum in response, my body relaxing against his. It takes me a moment to recall that this late-night fuck was his attempt to help me clear my mind and ease my restless thoughts. I sink into his embrace, feeling his warmth surround me as he draws me close.
As I’m about to settle against him, I feel Kai’s arm slide around me, pulling me back toward him.
Rev grunts in annoyance at the intrusion, but there’s an underlying amusement in his voice as he mutters, “Seriously, Kai?” I can’t help but giggle softly, my heart fluttering at the warm press of both their bodies.
Closing my eyes, I allow myself to be lulled by their presence. The rhythmic rise and fall of their breathing soon syncing with my own.
But it doesn't take long for my chaotic thoughts to take root once more, gnawing at the edges of my mind.
Both Rev and Kai have already drifted off again, their breathing steady and deep, but sleep remains elusive.
With a sigh, I gently extract myself from their embrace, careful not to wake either of them.
I slip out of bed, grabbing the thin, soft gown from a chair nearby.
I don’t bother tying it; our penthouse above the Devil's Lair is at the top of the tallest building in the city, and I’m not about to turn on any lights.
Instead, I make my way to the bar, pouring myself a glass of bourbon.
The rich amber liquid shimmers in the low light as I walk toward the wall of glass, staring down at the city—my city.
Dawn is creeping closer; I can tell by the soft edge of blue to the sky.
Dead Devil's Night is approaching, and despite my efforts to clean up the cesspit that sprawls out beneath me, I know there will always be someone trying to resurrect the ghosts of the past. Recently, there have been more reports of forces working to bring back true chaos, like what nearly killed me and the twins all those years ago.
I take a sip of bourbon, letting the burn of it ignite something inside me.
It seeps through me like a slow, soothing fire.
Quelling the storm of thoughts rushing in, but it doesn’t quite settle the chaos in my chest. I may not rule this goddamn city with an iron fist, but I’ve ruled it with a blade so sharp it'll make anyone think twice before stepping out of line. If anyone dares to try and do to others what was done to me? I’ll make sure their blood stains my hands.
Down below, the city lies still, a quiet so thick it feels suffocating.
But I know it's not real. It’s all just a damn facade, broken only by the distant hum of a world that’s waking up.
I stand there for a moment, lost in the taste of bourbon and the quiet hum of the chaos I’m preparing for.
I’m pretending it’s peaceful, but we both know that’s bullshit.
I’ll have to confront this new threat head-on, just as I always have.
Dead Devil’s Night isn’t about peace. It’s about blood. About destruction.
Another sip. The burn is a comfort, but it doesn’t last.
Something’s coming, I can feel it. A storm waiting on the edge of the horizon. Something’s brewing, ready to drag me back into the mess I’ve spent years trying to clean up.
I take another sip, close my eyes briefly, and let the fire lick at my insides. The rush of it, the warmth, the bite. It keeps me steady for a second, but I know I won’t stay steady forever.
If they think they can threaten anyone I love? They have no idea who they’re fucking with.
I’ll tear them apart. Piece by piece. And then I’ll put their bodies on display like the trophies they are, for all the assholes in this city who think they can take what's mine.
This is my city. My playground.
And if they want to play?
I’ll fucking play.