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Devil You Know (Diamond Devils Book 3), page 23
Grateful that I’m still alive for him to touch, to see, to breathe in. Grateful that he’s still alive next to me.
So am I.
Chapter 27
Trey
My father chose a cemetery for Mother on the mainland. The one thing I can be grateful to him for—I never have to return to that wretched island.
He’s rolling over in his grave now that his only heir is selling off everything he ever owned. His entire estate. I don’t need or want any of it. The money from the sale alone will be enough for me to find my own place, start fresh somewhere with Juliet. A place that isn’t tainted with so many horrors, the subject of both of our nightmares.
The heavy weight on my shoulders that has been my constant companion my entire life is gone. Disappeared with my father’s final breath.
Now that I have Juliet by my side, holding my hand and loving every part of me—even the darkest parts—an unfamiliar feeling floats up in my chest.
Hope.
Under the bright sun, Juliet presses her hand against the tufts of grass that have grown over my mother’s grave. He buried her here alone, no family around. Nothing more than a name and some dates. She was so much more than that. At one time, she was everything. All that I had.
“Thank you,” Juliet whispers to my mother, swiping away silent tears. “For saving my life.”
Her gratitude for my mother makes me love her that much more. Part of me regrets that my mother will never get to see the two of us together, that I’ll never introduce Juliet to her as my girlfriend, that she won’t attend our spontaneous courthouse ceremony whenever we elope.
But another part is certain that she knows exactly the love and healing we’ve found in each other.
My little demon presses a sweet kiss to my cheek before leaving me alone with my mother to say my goodbyes. For now.
I’ll never be able to thank her enough. Never stop being grateful for the sacrifice she made that night for a fifteen-year-old girl she didn’t know. She was well aware of what would happen to her for taking that risk, for saving a girl’s life, and she did it anyway.
The warmth from the sun kisses my cheeks, and I let my eyes fall shut for a moment, pretending that the warmth is from my mother’s hands. “Thank you for keeping her safe. I’ll take it from here.”
A whisper of a breeze. My mother telling me to go. To take care of the girl I love. The girl she saved so that I might one day meet her and fall in love.
The girl who would, in turn, save me.
I join Juliet back in the parking lot, her ass resting against my bike, metal shining under the bright sunlight, and her red helmet clutched in her arms. I swear she’s almost as in love with the bike as she is with me.
Blinking away the tears, I grin at her and grab my own helmet. “You ready for our first official date?”
She cradles my cheek before mirroring my grin. Her touch heals me in ways she’ll never know. “I’m ready.”
We’re hitting an escape room before we go axe-throwing. Then, if we’re up for it, we might swing by a rage room and destroy some shit. Perfect first date with the perfect little demon.
“Kind of weird that we’re just going on our first date when we’ve already killed together, fucked each other’s brains out, and now share custody of a pet.”
“So weird.” Juliet slips on her helmet. “Absolutely crazy. Just the way I like it.”
I swing my leg over the bike and take her hand to help her climb on back. “Am I fucking you on the bike tonight, or chasing you into the woods and taking you against a tree?”
Either option works just fine for me. As long as I have Juliet, I’ll do whatever she wants me to do to her. I’ll show her how grateful I am for her every second for the rest of our lives.
She wraps her arms around me, squeezing close. “Who says I’m letting you fuck me? It’s only the first date.”
Chapter 28
Juliet
Darkness encases the woods as I barrel between the trees, boots crashing over the fallen branches and crunchy leaves.
My heart thumps, chest heaving as I struggle to see the path ahead of me. A bright, full moon attempts to break through the canopy of tree limbs above my head, but the thunderous footsteps behind me are closing in.
The cool night air freezes in my lungs as I leap off the path to hide amongst the trees.
But I’m too late.
A hard body pummels into me, slamming me up against the bark of a solid oak and knocking the wind out of me.
I gasp, spine colliding with the unforgiving wood as a blade hisses free from its holster and kisses my throat. I freeze, my heart the only muscle moving in my body as a heavy hand lands on my shoulder to pin me in place.
“Would you look at that,” he croons beneath the mask. “A devil catching his demon.”
Hot anticipation bubbles in my stomach. I’ll never tire of this game we play. “If you catch me, you fuck me.”
I don’t have to see beneath the mask to know he’s grinning.
Trey keeps me in place while he carves our nicknames into the bark above my head, the scrapes in the silent darkness careful and deliberate.
Demon and Devil.
My devil. His demon. I wouldn’t want to be anything else.
Cool air wraps around my cheeks and the exposed skin on my neck, making the adrenaline pumping through my veins that much hotter.
His knife drifts down, grazing just beneath the hem of my skirt. An outfit not at all appropriate for the season but exactly right for our night’s activities.
With a quick flash of the blade, he nicks my thigh. I wince at the sting, but the pain is quickly replaced with arousal as he drops to one knee and lifts his mask enough to reveal that perfect, pouty mouth.
His tongue emerges, glinting in the little light from above our heads as he licks up my blood.
Heat stirs low in my belly at the sight until he drops the knife again, the familiar cool metal of the handle grazing between my legs. My heart leaps into my throat as he presses the handle down onto my clit. I can’t help the moan that escapes.
“Ride it,” he commands, pushing my panties aside and nudging at my entrance.
“Make me,” I taunt.
He rises, a shadow above me blotting out any light from the distant stars and moon overhead. Wordlessly, he eases the handle into me as I gasp and dig my nails into his arms in an iron grip.
Slowly, I stretch around the unforgiving handle and he stops moving. “Ride it.”
This time, I do as he says, rocking my hips and riding the tip, taking more and more as my walls stretch to accommodate its rigid length. Tears from the mixture of pain and pleasure prick at my eyes.
Watching me writhe before him forces a groan past his lips. The sound alone sends a spike of arousal through my veins and I rock faster.
In the darkness, our pants and moans mix, my back scraping against the bark of the tree as I ride the handle. Above our heads, the full moon and constellations of bright stars barely breach the canopy of trees, the only witnesses to our depravity.
“Such a bad fucking girl,” he murmurs, reverent. “All mine.”
When his impatience gets the best of him, he pops the knife handle free. I whimper as he slips it back into his holster, the pleasure ripped away from me all too soon. “I need you.”
“I know, demon.” He tugs down his zipper with a delicious purr. “I’m going to give you every inch.”
His tip is already dripping with precum when it nudges at my entrance, the familiar hot, smooth skin of his shaft making my mouth water with anticipation.
“Fuck me, devil,” I snap. Now I’m the impatient one.
Beneath his mask, he chuckles, but he doesn’t argue or tease me any longer.
He thrusts in slowly as I moan and clutch at him, my tight walls stretching to accommodate his girth and length.
At first, he’s gentle. Loving. He kisses every bit of inked skin he can get his mouth on, leisurely drawing back and thrusting back in. Tender enough to make my eyes sting.
My nails dig into his bare arms. “Faster.”
“Careful,” he warns. We both know what my taunts could do to him. To me. He’ll fuck me hard and fast until I’m raw and waddling tomorrow.
Good. That’s what I want. I want the reminder of what he did to me tonight every time I move.
“Fuck me so hard I can’t speak. Fuck me so hard I can’t even think about anything other than your cock slamming inside me.”
That’s all the permission he needs. Finally, his thrusts grow harder, unforgiving, merciless.
Exactly what I need.
I moan louder as every pump of his cock makes pleasure sing through my veins. His cock is splitting me in two, driving all thoughts from my head and words from my tongue.
He knew the night we met that I was the one for him. Now I’m certain of it too. Our dark, depraved souls were always meant to find each other.
His heavy hand wraps around my throat. The blood flow slows, my head growing lighter. Somehow, that only makes the pleasure grow.
“You’re going to pass out, pretty girl,” he purrs. “And when you come back to me, I’ll still be inside you, fucking you like the little demon you are.”
Between his cock spearing me and his hand restricting my airway, I can’t gasp out a single word.
The world starts to grow black as he squeezes my throat until his neon-red mask is the last thing I see.
When I come to, he’s still fucking me, his panting heavier and the space between my legs growing raw. “Welcome back to your fantasy, pretty girl.”
“Trey.” My nails bite into his biceps, careful to avoid the gunshot wound still healing.
He’s right. This is my fantasy. Every second of it.
He chokes me again, the lack of blood flow making my head grow deliciously lighter until I’m out.
When my eyes open again, he’s spun me, my front pressed against the tree this time. The bark is rough against my cheek and the palms I manage to flatten against the wood, arms weak.
He’s somehow wedged the blade of his knife in the bark, the handle sticking out.
“We’re going to fill every hole this time.” His whisper in my ear sends a shiver down my spine, a shot of fear mixing with the adrenaline. The way he knows I like it.
A few heaving gasps and I manage to catch my breath enough to speak. “Do your worst, devil.”
A low laugh. The one that makes me fall for him all over again every time. “I intend to. Ride the handle, demon.”
I do as he instructs, sliding back onto the handle of the knife and gasping at the stretch around the unforgiving metal. I rock my hips back and forth as shocks of pleasure burst in my head. My heart is pounding hard, so close to that brink.
Behind me, he spits, coating his cock before he nudges the tip at my back entrance. “Relax,” he soothes when I clench up.
I stop moving my hips as he slowly eases inside me, the pain and pleasure mixing as his movements force me further down the handle.
His long, gravelly groan nearly makes the orgasm barrel through me. “Such a good fucking girl.”
He strikes my ass with a loud, echoing smack before he slips two fingers into my mouth. Filling every hole just as promised while he drives his cock into my ass.
I cry out around his fingers, digging my nails into the bark as he thrusts into my ass over and over and forces me to ride the handle. The metal spears into me, and I’m not sure which is more painful or pleasurable—the knife or his cock.
“I love you, little demon,” he murmurs, the pleasure climbing to that inevitable crest. “I love the way your darkness matches mine.”
My pussy pulses around the handle, that edge of pleasure inevitable now. I manage to gasp out his name before I tumble off the cliff. “Trey!”
I scream his name around the fingers in my mouth as his cock and knife send me hurdling over the edge.
The orgasm makes every muscle in my body turn to liquid and my pussy spasm wildly. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me as his cock, fingers, and knife all pump into me, pounding every hole.
“Juliet,” he hisses, thrusting into me one last time, hard, as he comes with me.
Trey Lamont is every bit as fucked up as I am. Broken and bruised and twisted. I never thought I’d find my match, the blackened heart that mirrored my own.
But together, our dark, fractured souls are whole.
Epilogue
Trey
With the money from my father’s estate finally sitting in my account, Juliet has been scouring the market to find our next home. Something temporary until she figures out where she’ll land a job after graduation.
Whatever she decides, I’ll follow wherever she goes.
In the meantime, I’ve already been in touch with attorneys and financial planners to open a local shelter for women and children who need a safe place away from people like my father. A haven my mother and Autumn deserved.
Tonight is Massacre Manor’s last night before it closes for the season. Juliet and I are volunteers this time, both wearing our masks and terrorizing the masses together.
No one needs to die tonight, but a few screams never hurt anyone. That’s why we’re all here, isn’t it?
Juliet and I stalk across the dark haunt hand in hand, the unhinged couple giving the guests a night of terror they won’t soon forget. My little demon’s maniacal laughter echoes in my ears as we race through the haunted house and the dimly lit barn.
“I’m glad I found you,” she murmurs, squeezing my hand.
“I’m glad I caught you.” I’ll never be more grateful for anything in my life. That my mother’s sacrifice wasn’t in vain.
Juliet laughs at every scream we elicit as we jump out at guests and chase them across the grounds.
When she’s breathless and panting, I grin beneath my mask. “Better run faster, little demon.”
She takes me up on the challenge, and the guests are forgotten as we race around the haunt, the only two souls in the world.
When we find ourselves alone in the corn maze, she slows.
The same place I found her that night. Vanderbilt, Rockefeller, and Ashby all determined to scare the girl who couldn’t be scared. The girl I scared, and she liked it.
She still does.
I stop as she continues strolling between the walls of towering corn stalks, the sweet, grassy scent surrounding us. The air is colder than the night we met, wrapping around my hot neck and sinking into the fabric of my jeans, but we’ll warm each other up.
“This is so fun,” she pants. “I want to do this every year.”
When I don’t respond, Juliet turns to find I’ve stopped several feet behind her.
She takes in our surroundings, head swiveling, and I grin beneath my mask. She lifts her mask, blue eyes bright and dancing. Her smile already a mirror to my own. “Say it.”
So I do. “Run, little demon.”
Read More From Harmony West
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Acknowledgments
To my readers, thank you for sticking with me for seven books. When I started publishing in 2023, I had no idea what journey lay ahead, and I’m so grateful to each and every one of you for making my dream come true. I get to do what I love every day because of you, and I’ll never be able to thank you enough.
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