Drown in You (Diamond Devils #2)

by Harmony West

Everyone around me knows what happened to Chloe, but nobody knows what happened to me after Chloe died. My brain isn’t wired right anymore. Not since I saw her body in that casket, looking like she wasn’t even dead. A sleeping beauty who merely needed a kiss to awaken. But I’m no prince, and my kiss would never bring her back to life.

I should’ve noticed Trey spiking drinks. I should’ve been with her instead of getting drunk with my buddies. I could’ve kept her alive. I may not be the reason Chloe is dead, but I should’ve been there for her. I wasn’t. I didn’t protect her. Didn’t protect any of them. Didn’t save them when they needed me.

No. No fucking way. Am I supposed to pretend like I’m not the masked man who’s been catfishing her for years at every family reunion? Suppress a laugh during the holidays when she texts Ten a funny meme under the table?

Don’t imagine them wrapped around your dick, don’t imagine them wrapped around your dick—I’m one hundred percent imagining them wrapped around my dick. Wouldn’t be the first time.

Fuck it. If Sienna wants me to fuck her, I’ll give her every inch. I’ve daydreamed about a night with her for a while, and this may be the only chance I get once she finds out who I really am.

She’ll be so proud when I tell her I skipped my father’s wedding reception to fuck a stranger in my hotel room.

“You know, the usual, vanilla stuff. Good girl, eyes on me, beg me, crawl to me, you can take it, I decide when you breathe.”

“In that case,” he murmurs, “be a good girl and take off my belt.”

But this man doesn’t seem like he’ll need instruction. In fact, I hope he gives me more orders. I need a gorgeous man to boss me around in bed like I need air.

“You know, the usual, vanilla stuff. Harder, make me come, let me swallow, that’s the biggest dick I’ve ever seen, I’m coming. That kind of thing.”

“Did I say you could take your hands off me?”

His voice is low and dangerous. “Who did this to you?” My heart stops. He’s just met me, and he already looks like he would burn the world down for me.

“I’ll have you know, I’m great at riding cock, and I’ll definitely have you on one knee proposing by the end of the night.”

“You’re more than a pretty sight. Way, way fucking more.”

“You don’t have to do that,” I gasp. “I’m plenty wet.” “I know you are,” he growls, grinding my pussy against his cock, my panties the only thing separating us. I cry out when his tip hits my clit. Yeah, it’s not going to take me long to come at all. Not with him. “But I want you dripping for me.”

When his head is between my thighs, he murmurs, “You’re going to love this, sweetheart.”

“Are you going to try to stop me again? Or are you going to be a good girl and take it?”

“When I finally lick your pussy”—He kisses my thigh—“are you going to scream for me?”

“Jesus.” His groan is agonized. “You’re fucking soaked.” “I know,” I gasp. “You did this to me.” He chuckles. “I’m going to do a lot more.”

“I’m not sure how much you’ll be able to fit inside me,” I warn. “We’ll make it fit.”

“If you fuck me, I’ll indulge you in all the dirty talk you want.” His gray eyes hood. “Put my cock inside you, sweetheart.”

“Take it like a good girl.”

My praise kink and my mask kink are forever at war over the horny part of my brain.

Love at first sight. The stuff of fantasies. But here Sienna Carter is, waltzing into my life and making me fall in love with her the second our eyes lock.

I’ve fucking fallen for her, harder than I ever thought possible.

I don’t care if we’re step-siblings now. She’s mine.

I’ve seen my new stepsister naked. I’ve made her come. I’ve been inside her. I can’t wait to do it again.

Pretend last night never happened. That we didn’t make the worst, best mistake of our lives.

Once we’re out of the airport and under the bright January sun, Luke tugs me to a stop, the hard edges of his face still unfairly beautiful in the stark light of day. “I’ll always worry about you.”

He closes the space between us in two slow steps. My pulse echoes in my ears. “I’ll never pretend it didn’t happen. And I won’t let you pretend either.”

“It will happen again, Sienna. That wasn’t the only taste of you I’m getting. I know you want me, just as much as I want you.”

I don’t care who the hell our parents are married too—they’re not stopping me from marrying her. She’s mine.

Now that I’ve finally had Sienna in my arms, I’m not letting her out of my sight. I’ve failed too many people I care about. I won’t fail her.

“I can’t wait to hear you beg for my cock, sweetheart.”

Wes Novak, Knox Rockefeller, Damien Vanderbilt, and Finn Ashby. Violet has apparently already locked Wes down, and I can’t blame her. His dark brown hair and blue eyes are striking.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll protect you.”

She’s good at hiding the pain underneath. So good at compartmentalizing, you’d almost think she wasn’t a girl who’d been beaten and chased out of her hometown. The kind of girl who hides her dark secrets beneath humor and smiles.

If only she knew she’s not just my stepsister or some girl. She’s everything. Everything I didn’t know I’ve been waiting for.

Even though I’ve only known Luke for about a week, something about him is weirdly familiar. Like we knew each other in a past life and our souls still remember the connection we shared.

“I can do a lot more for you than that vibrator can.”

He bends, soft lips and hot breath hitting my ear. “You want me, Sienna. Take what you want. I’ll give you everything.”

“It’s too late for that. I’ll never be able to stay away from you. Now, run.” “What?” My mind scrambles to process his order. “Run, Sienna. If you can hide from me, I’ll let you go. For tonight. And if you can’t . . .”

“This is your last warning.” From beneath the mask, his voice is more ominous. Every hair on my body stands up. “Run before I catch you.”

“This is my new favorite game,” he croons. “Can’t wait for what we play next.”

“It isn’t wrong and you know it,” he growls. “We’re meant to be, Sienna.”

The hand Luke uses to grip my hip drifts up to my neck. I swallow hard, panic stirring in my belly as his fingers encircle my throat. “Luke, don’t⁠—” “I decide when you breathe.”

“Such a good fucking girl,” he groans. “You’re going to come for me, sweetheart.”

“Beg me to make you come.”

Disappointment rockets through me as the orgasm completely subsides. A sob builds in my chest. I’ve never wanted to come so badly I could cry before.

Pulling out of her right as she was on the verge of unraveling beneath me was a feat reserved for the gods. Even when she refused to beg, I nearly relinquished my control and plunged my fingers back inside her just to remind her how she screams for me.