“You already know it, baby girl,” Jackson says, and my heart is beating so fast behind my rib bones that I think I am having a fucking heart attack at how full it feels.
All three of them grin when they realize from my expression that I am all in, then they each exchange a glance before focusing back on me. I swallow audibly as they pull on their masks and step back, leaving me feeling cold without their warmth.
“Ready or not, Little Viper,” Kale says in a seductive tone.
“What?” I ask.
“You have thirty seconds to run or we’ll fuck you right here as a final goodbye to our father,” Reign says, reaching behind him to grab the chain hanging on the wall. My jaw unhinges, and my pussy pulses with pure, unadulterated need at the thought of them chaining me to this crypt and fucking me senseless before their freshly buried father.
I know I shouldn’t, but after the years of abuse he has forced the twins and my mom to suffer through, I can’t helpbut think that maybe my guys need to do this for them. To settle whatever score they have with their father, that will never be settled now that he’s dead. Besides, this can be our dirty little secret.
I reach up and push the straps of my dress down my arms and let it fall to the ground, loving the way all three of their gazes darken at the sight of me in my strapless bra and black lacy panties. I stretch my arms out before me, palms facing upward, ready for their chains.
“Chain me. I want you to chain me to this crypt and fuck me till I’m screaming your names loud enough to wake the dead. Let’s send that motherfucker to hell with a bang.” They are the devils I know, and I would gladly burn for all eternity if it means I get to feel their cocks moving inside every one of my holes each day.
I will always belong to them—Kale, Reign, and Jackson—and they will always belong to me.
Together forever, with no exit.
A vow that only we understand.
There is no salvation in a bond like ours, and we don’t want to be fucking saved.
Because the dirtier the secret, the sweeter the sin.
