Charming Devils: A Bully/Revenge Reverse Harem Romance

by Katie May

  “No.” I squeeze my eyelids shut. “It’s never been you. I did horrible things to you—”

  “And we did the same to you,” Cassian cuts in seriously. “Why can’t we call a fucking truce and put this behind us?”

  “Peony.” Lucas is suddenly in front of my face, gently dislodging my fingernails from my arm. Pain dances within those blue depths as he stares at the visible scars on my arm where my sweater has risen up, but he doesn’t comment on them. Instead, he takes my cheeks in both of his hands and holds my face steady. “We forgive you. But now we need you to forgive us.”

  “What?” I whisper, blinking to dispel the copious amount of tears hanging suspended on my lashes.

  “Forgive us,” Lucas breathes. “And forgive yourself.”

  “I…I…” A thought occurring to me, I pry Lucas’s hands off of my face and crawl towards the chest. Using my magic, I pop the lid open before rifling through the contacts, searching…

  “What are you doing, baby?” Cassian asks, leaning over the edge of the bed to peek inside.

  My probing fingers finally find what I’ve been looking for, and I remove the brown doll with a triumphant smile.

  “What the hell are you doing?” Karsyn demands as I rip a strand of my hair from my head and tie it around the doll’s neck. I begin to chant quietly in Latin, ignoring Lucas’s hand shaking my shoulder. Once the spell is completed, I thrust the doll at Cassian, who stares at it as if it’s a live scorpion crawling up his arm.

  “Hurt me,” I demand, and his eyes widen.

  “What?” he sputters.

  “Hurt me and then we can be even.” An immense ball of yarn sits inside of my throat, one that makes swallowing impossible. “It’s the only way I can say sorry for what my mom did to you. It’s the only way I can say sorry for what I did to you. So hurt me.”

  Cassian drops the doll as if it burnt him, his face contorted into an expression of horror.

  “Fuck, no!”

  “Karsyn?” I plead with the normally jovial football player. Now though, his lips droop into a deep frown, one that makes him look more like his dad than ever before.

  “You know I can’t do that to you,” he whispers, tears in his eyes.

  “Elias?” I turn towards the third Devil, who glances at the doll with heady distaste. He doesn’t even need to speak for me to know his answer.

  I turn towards the last Devil. The cruelest.

  Lucas cocks his head to the side, staring at me as if he wishes to dig into my soul and uncover all of my secrets. Never breaking eye contact, he reaches forward and grabs the doll from the bed. Immediately, the other three begin shouting at him, threatening him, cursing at him, but Lucas doesn’t respond as he slowly lifts the doll in the air…

  Before setting it gently onto the rocking chair he abandoned.

  “No one is going to hurt you, Peony,” he says simply, rising gracefully from the floor to his feet. He extends a hand to me, and I mechanically grab for it, allowing him to hoist me up. I stumble, my legs still wobbly and leaden from my meltdown, but Lucas grabs my hips, keeping me steady. “No one.” It’s a vow. A promise. A prayer.

  It happens right then and there. The last tiny piece of anger I held on to, that I carried close to my chest, vanishes, floating away in a strong gust of wind. There’s no pain. No sadness. No hatred.

  Just need and lust and something I would almost call love.

  Lucas stares into my eyes as if he’s waited for this moment his entire life. As if he’s traveled aimlessly through the desert for years, for centuries, and stumbled upon the first stream of fresh water for miles and miles. He looks at me as if he wishes he could devour me whole.

  “Fucking hell. I don’t want you to ever talk about hurting yourself again,” Cassian gripes, forcing me to break eye contact with Lucas and shattering the moment between us. The large man stands directly behind me, face solemn, and I hate that I’m the one who put that expression on my smiling giant’s face.

  Before I can second guess myself, before I can truly think about the ramifications of doing this in a room with three other men, I grab the back of Cassian’s neck and force his lips down to mine. Shock makes him freeze up before he responds to my kisses with heated, passionate ones of his own. Slowly, the ice surrounding him from our conversation begins to melt, bringing the carefree, joking man back to me once more.

  I can feel another body at my back, and at first, I think it’s Elias. But when he begins kissing the back of my neck, hands roaming underneath my sweater, I realize that the clover scent belongs to Karsyn.

  My breathing stalls as Cassian finally releases my lips, his own swollen from our kisses, and twists my head towards Karsyn. My quarterback wastes no time teasing the edges of my mouth with nibbles and languid licks. I don’t even know if we can call what we’re doing kissing, but it still sends heat racing through me.

  Cassian tugs at the bottom of my sweater, asking without words if he can remove it, and I pull away from Karsyn’s lips just long enough to toss it over my head.

  Karsyn reclaims my mouth, and when his tongue traces the contours of my lips, I gasp and he takes advantage, plunging his tongue inside.

  Cassian grips both of my breasts through the flimsy material of my lace bra and begins to knead them, coaxing my nipples into sharp points.

  “Doesn’t she have the prettiest tits?” Elias’s husky voice comes from somewhere behind Cassian, and it’s only then that I remember that all four of the Devils are present.

  I break away from Karsyn and take a step to the side, my chest heaving as I survey the room.

  Karsyn and Cassian remain where they were, eyes half-mast with lust and need. Their erections strain against their blue jeans.

  Elias must’ve relocated to the bed, for he’s leaning against the pillows, stroking his cock that he freed from the confines of his pants.

  And then there’s Lucas.

  He has once more moved to the rocking chair and holds the voodoo doll tenderly between his hands. When he catches me staring, he drags a finger down the doll’s stomach. Goosebumps erupt on my flesh as I feel his touch, feel it as if he’s actually here, physically caressing me.

  “Is this okay?” Lucas whispers as all eyes focus on him.

  I can barely breathe as I nod once.

  “Please, Lucas,” I beg as his teasing finger moves to the doll’s chest.

  Instantly, my nipples bead even further, and I cry out, my back arching into the phantom touch.

  “Fucking hell,” Cassian hisses as he whips his shirt off one-handed and wiggles out of his jeans and boxers. He unabashedly stands in the middle of the room, naked as the day he was born. He fists his cock while his eyes drop to my chest. “Though I think this show will be a little better if we can see those pretty tits.”

  Before I can even blink, Elias has crawled behind me and unhooks the bra, allowing the straps to fall down my arms.

  I don’t feel any embarrassment or fear as the material flutters to the ground, leaving me half-naked in front of the four of them. How could I, when they’re staring at me as if I’m the most beautiful thing they’ve ever seen?

  A banked fire flickers to life in Lucas’s eyes as he once more drags his fingers across both of the doll’s breasts, directly where my nipples are.

  Another gasp leaves me as I fall backwards onto the bed, my head landing on Elias’s thigh. I swear my breasts have a direct line of communication to my pussy, and all of them scream at me to come.

  Cassian appears at the foot of the bed and grabs the waistband of my pants, dragging them down my legs until I’m left in only a pair of panties.

  “Fuck, you’re already so wet for us, sweetheart,” he breathes as he drops to his knees before me. At the same moment, Lucas lowers his finger between the legs of the doll, and my pussy clenches around an invisible touch.

  “I like ‘sweetheart’ better than ‘baby,’” I gasp as I stare down my nose at Cassian. He grins slyly.

  “Yeah? I�
��ve been working on nicknames for you. Though I do think my favorite is Tooty-toot-toot.”

  “It’s a little bit of a mouthful, wouldn’t you say?” I tease.

  “Speaking of mouthfuls…” Cassian trails off as Karsyn moves to kneel on the bed beside me, his erect cock bobbing directly over my face. He’s naked as well, the glorious planes of his golden abs on display. It never fails to amaze me how stunning these men are, as if they’re gods from the old world personified into human men.

  I crane my neck back to lick his tip, before trailing my tongue down the side of his cock and to his balls, taking first one and then another into my mouth.

  Elias, whose leg my head still rests on, moves his hands to my breasts and begins to play with my nipples.

  “You want to play another game?” Cassian asks as he sucks at my pussy through the thin material of my panties. My back bows, and I dig my nails into Elias’s thigh.

  “No. Games,” I manage to grit out.

  “Cassian,” Lucas drawls from the corner of the room where he rocks back and forth in the chair like some sort of sexy psychopath. The doll rests on the table beside him as he leans forward. “Lick that sweet pussy. Make our girl come. Elias, play with those breasts and suck those pretty nipples. And Karsyn, let her swallow your cock.”

  It takes less than a second for the guys to move into position. Cassian drags me to the edge of the bed and settles between my knees as Elias gently places my head on a pillow, moving to lay beside me. Karsyn places his cock between my lips, waiting until I open up for him.

  From there, everything moves so fast.

  Cassian removes my panties and sets to work on eating my pussy like a man starved. There’s no denying that he’s skilled with that tongue of his, but instead of jealousy, I feel grateful, especially when he begins to make figure eights.

  Elias latches on to one of my nipples as he reaches across my body to tweak my neglected breast. He lifts himself up so he’s able to dangle over me, seemingly unconcerned or oblivious to the fact that Karsyn’s cock is inches from his face. He alternates between both of my breasts, leaving a trail of saliva in his wake.

  I hollow my cheeks as I work Karsyn, bringing my hand up to capture the part of his base that my mouth can’t quite reach. I allow my teeth to graze the sensitive underside of his cock, taking pleasure in the rumble I extract from him.

  When Cassian bites down on my clit, I can’t help but moan around Karsyn’s cock.

  “Fucking hell, princess,” he swears, gripping my head so he can fuck himself into my mouth.

  I can feel myself nearing that invisible ledge, but before I can plunge over, Cassian removes his lips from my aching core. They glisten when he smiles, and he cheekily licks my juices away.

  “I need to fuck you. Is that okay, sweetheart?”

  I moan and writhe inarticulately.

  “He needs words,” Lucas demands from the corner of the room. He grips the armrests of the chair, his knuckles white. I can see the outline of his cock against his khakis, but he doesn’t make a move to touch himself.

  Or touch me.

  “Yes, Cassian. Yes.”

  Cassian waits until Lucas throws him a condom—does he seriously just carry them around with him at all times?—before lining the head of his massive cock up with my entrance.

  Inch by excruciating inch, he pushes himself inside of me, only stopping when he’s seated to the hilt. My pussy squeezes around his girth, demanding we move, as Elias continues to nibble at my breasts, no doubt leaving marks.

  As one, Karsyn and Elias pull themselves away from me, and I actually cry out at the loss. But before I can think too hard on that, Cassian begins to fuck me in earnest.

  He leans forward, his hard, muscular body hovering over mine, as his hands play with my jiggling breasts.

  “You’re so fucking perfect. So beautiful.”

  He abruptly grabs my legs, swinging them around his waist so my lower half no longer touches the bed. This new position has me seeing stars as he continues to rut in and out of me.

  “I’m close, sweetheart. So fucking close,” he growls, and I can feel his cock shudder inside of me. His entire body tenses, dark muscles rippling, as he roars his release. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

  He barely pulls himself out of me before Elias is there, a condom already in place. He flips me so I’m on my hands and knees, my ass to him. Karsyn once more kneels in front of me, his cock at direct level with my mouth.

  “Do you know how hot you look right now?” Cassian states from somewhere in the room.

  I sheepishly flick my eyes to see him standing on one side of the rocking chair, leaning against the wall. Still naked.

  And Lucas…

  His pierced cock is in his hand as his eyes flicker from my swinging breasts, to my visible pussy lips, to my heated eyes. And just like before, when he stares at me, the rest of the world fades away. It’s just him and me. Us. Energy charges the air around us as he slowly brings his hand to his mouth, licking the length of it, before dropping it back to his hard cock. He rubs his fingers across the slit at the top, collecting pre-cum, before he moves it to his base.

  And then all thoughts leave my mind as Elias slams into me from behind, his piercing sliding against my pussy walls. Pleasure quickly overtakes the initial discomfort as I open my mouth wide, allowing Karsyn to drive his monster cock through my lips. I graze my teeth along his dick, and his eyes flash in warning.

  “Be nice, princess,” he says huskily. Instead of answering with words, I bite down gently on his cock, and he jerks, praises and curse words both falling from his lips.

  I quickly find that I don’t even need to move my head that much. Each time Elias slams into me, I jerk forward until my lips reach the base of Karsyn’s cock. And again. And again. And again.

  I see stars when Elias finally takes mercy on me and plays with my clit.

  “Jesus, Peony!” Karsyn shouts when his cock reaches the back of my throat.

  And when I finally come, it’s not a measly little firework. It’s an explosion. Thousands of them. Tears prick my eyes as I erupt around Elias’s cock. It doesn’t take too long for both men to join me, Karsyn shooting ropes of sticky cum down my throat, all of which I swallow like a fucking champ. Elias roars his release as well, fingers tightening on my hip bones, before we collapse in a sweaty, tangled mess on my bed.

  Cassian wastes no time in doing a belly flop, landing half on Elias and half on me.

  “Dude, I can feel your cock against my thigh,” Elias mumbles, but he sounds too tired to do anything about it.

  “Don’t care,” Cassian snipes. “Maybe lick it and it’ll go away.”

  “I thought you lick things to keep them,” Karsyn murmurs, voice already laden with sleep.

  “In that case…” Cassian twists his head to lick a long trail from the column of my neck to my boob. “My tit.”

  I swat at him.

  “Shut up.”

  And this…

  This is perfection. This is something I never knew I needed until I had it.

  It only occurs to me then that something is missing. Or rather someone.

  I push myself onto my elbows to see Lucas still sitting in the rocking chair in the corner of the room. His cock is tucked back in his pants, almost as if he never had it out in the first place. Not a hair on his pretty red head is out of place. It makes me sad that I didn’t get to see him come. The memory of the last time he jerked off in front of me plays on a continuous loop in my brain, causing flames to ignite down below.

  Lucas’s lips twitch when he meets my gaze, his blue eyes softening ever so slightly.

  “Sleep, my beloved,” he whispers.

  And I do.

  Chapter 51

  I wake up in a body that isn’t my own.

  Well, obviously, it is my own, there’s no doubt about that. Same pasty skin with a hint of gold. Same short nails, the purple polish peeling away. Same white hair cascading around my face. I’m sure that i
f I were to look into the mirror, I would see amber eyes staring back at me. That I would have a few barely visible freckles on my nose. That a slight flush would color my cheeks from last night’s activities.

  But I have no control of myself.

  I feel my feet touch the ground a full minute before my mind catches up. The last thing I remember is falling asleep between Elias and Karsyn with Cassian draped between my legs, his hand on my stomach. And then, I dreamed the most perfect dream. I can’t recall the explicit details, but I know that all four of my Devils made an appearance.

  I try to open my mouth and scream, try to demand to know what is happening, but my lips remain shut. All I can do is move forward one painstaking step at a time. Tears burn my eyes as I find myself at the hole to the attic, pulling it open and slowly climbing down the ladder.

  What’s happening to me?

  I’m reduced to nothing but a marionette, and a puppeteer somewhere pulls my strings. These legs are no longer my own.

  I’m still naked as I walk barefoot through the halls, the only light from the crescent moon dangling precariously in the inky black sky. That makes this entire experience ten times worse. I feel vulnerable and afraid. Why is this happening?

  Once more, I try to open my mouth and scream, but it’s like my lips have been sewn shut. I can’t do anything more than release a muffled, choked sound.

  “Peony?” Lucas. He appears around the corner of the kitchen, holding a steaming mug of coffee in his hand. I’m not even surprised to find him up before the sun is even a speckle in the sky. “You must be freezing.” He places his coffee cup down on the hallway table and then removes his sweater one-handed. Instead of giving that to me, though, he takes off his white undershirt and gently slides it over my unresponsive limbs. It reaches the middle of my thighs. “What are you doing up already?”

  I try to open my mouth to tell him that it’s not my doing, that I don’t want this, but the words remain trapped. Tears continue to wordlessly cascade down my cheeks as his blue eyes narrow in suspicion.

  He takes a step closer, hands raised as if he means to calm me like one would a frighten horse, but my own hand is already moving before he can make contact.