“Fuck her already. I bet her pussy is aching for it,” Eros said. He stood and undid the buttons on his shirt, letting it hang loosely off his shoulders.

Lucifer’s nails dug into my hips. I arched my back and pushed myself closer. He slowly pushed himself inside of me. Eros kicked off his pants and walked over to us, cock in hand.

Holy Hell.

He crawled onto the bed in front of me. “Look at me, Dani.”

I gazed up at him, my brows pulled together as Lucifer wasted no time pounding into me from behind. Eros rubbed his cock against my lips, and I opened my mouth—wanting him inside of me too. He pulled away smirking. “Beg for it.”

I whimpered. “Please, Eros.” My pussy clenched. “I need it.”

Eros pushed the head of his cock onto my lips and grasped my chin. “I said to beg.”

“Please, I—”

He pushed his dick between my lips, slowly thrusting his whole length down my throat. I bobbed my head back and forth on him, my tongue swirling around his head, as I clenched around Lucifer, the feeling of being filled exciting me.

Lucifer yanked the bottom of my dress up and Eros pulled it over my head. He snatched the clasp of my bra and undid it, watching my breasts bounce out of it. Eros pushed himself back inside of me until he hit the back of my throat, and I gagged.

He trailed a finger down my jawline, and I gazed up at him through teary eyes. “Good girl,” he said, lightly snaking his hand around my throat. His gaze traveled down my backside, watching Lucifer thrust into me. “Arch your back,” he said.

I did as I was told, and Lucifer groaned. Eros smirked at him, his hazy eyes traveling up his body. Lucifer quickened his pace, roughly thrusting in and out of me.

Oh, Hell. Just like that.

I closed my eyes. Holy—

Eros snatched my chin. “Look at me when you cum.” He groped my breast with his other hand, pushed his hips closer to me, and pinched one of my nipples. I clenched harder around Lucifer, wave after wave of ecstasy rolling through me, and I came. Eros released himself inside of me, his warm cum sliding down my throat.

Lucifer pulled out, and I collapsed onto the bed, my chest rising and falling. Oh, my God. That was crazy. He placed his knuckles against the bed on either side of me and leaned over. My eyes closed, a feeling of exhaustion washing over me, but it was quickly replaced with another surge of hunger.

Eros laid down on the bed and pulled me on top of him—my back against his chest. “We’re not finished with you,” he said. He drew my legs apart and rested them on either side of his thighs.

Lucifer grabbed the lube from the armchair and squirted some into his hand. Eros pressed his lips to my ear, and I turned my head so I could kiss him.

We were in bed with the devil, but all I wanted to do was pull him closer.

The bed dipped below us, and Eros groaned softly against me. After a few moments, he readjusted himself, so his cock was pressing into my backside. He pushed some hair behind my ear and said, “This might hurt.” Then pressed his lips against my temple. “If it’s too much, you know your safe word.”

I nodded my head, grasping his arms below me. My mind was in a fog, vision seeming cloudy. Eros grabbed my ass and pushed himself against its entrance.

“Eros,” I breathed, feeling nothing but pressure. “I—I don’t know if I—”

He pushed himself inside of me. I took a deep breath, brows knotting together in pain. Lucifer crawled between our legs and rubbed my clit. I dug my nails into the bed sheets, wanting to displace all the discomfort.

Eros dragged his fingers across my nipples. “It’ll go away soon,” he whispered. Once he was all the way inside of me, he stilled. “You’re going to enjoy this.”

For a moment, I was aching, nearly on the verge of screaming to the high heavens for him to stop, but then his lips were back on my neck, his stubble was brushing against my soft spot. I was squirming, and my pussy aching to be filled.

Lucifer rubbed his cock against my wetness, then pushed himself inside of me. I moaned and threw my head back, clenching around them.

Eros began to slowly thrust himself in and out of me, moving faster and harder with each thrust. Lucifer thrust himself into me, just off rhythm with Eros. He watched my breasts bounce with each thrust, eyes icing over.

Holy.

I moaned louder, not caring about who was listening through these walls. The entire bar could know that these two were fucking me, and I wouldn’t care.

Eros snaked one arm around my waist, fingers rubbing my clit. Pleasure warmed my core. Lucifer dipped his head and sucked my nipple into his mouth, teeth grazing against it. He bit down—quite hard—but that didn’t matter anymore. My legs were trembling so much that I released myself on him.

Lucifer pulled out of me. “Open your mouth,” he said, crawling over and wrapping a hand around my neck. I parted my lips and stared up at him. He pulled me closer, pushed his dick onto my bottom lip, and came into my mouth. He pressed my lips together, thumb grazing against them. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

When Eros pulled out of me, I drew my shaky legs together and leaned back against him. Oh, my God. Why’d this feel so damn good?

Eros got off of the bed. “Stand up, Dani.”

I shook my head. “I—I can’t,” I breathed. The steady ache in my core, the thrilling feel of their hands running all over my body, the insatiable hunger for them—it was all too much. But I was hooked on cinnamon and apples like they were drugs, unable to come down from the high Eros and Lucifer had unknowingly put me in.

Lucifer pulled me to the edge of the bed by my ankles, wrapped his hands under my legs, and picked me up.

“What are you doing?” I asked, wrapping my legs around his torso. Eros brushed a hand against my ass, pulling it apart, and they positioned themselves at my entrance once more. “Oh, no, no, no, no, no. I can’t do this again.”

“Oh, darling. Wait until you get to Hell.” Lucifer lightly squeezed my thighs.

Was everyone just fucking nonstop in Hell like this? Would I ever get used to thi—Eros pushed himself inside of me, and my eyes closed. Yes. Yes, I could definitely get used to this.

I wrapped my arms around Lucifer’s neck and trailed a finger up one of his icy horns. Lucifer thrusted into me too, and I couldn’t stop my legs from shaking. I couldn’t make it stop, nor did I want to.

They continued to thrust into me, and I sat there helplessly in Lucifer’s arms. Eros fondled my breasts, his fingers lightly grazing against my nipples. I was hopelessly aware of every sensation, every touch, every thrust, every breath, and it was torturing me.

My mind was foggy, vision hazy. All I could think about was how close I was to cumming again.

They both thrusted into me at the same time, and I threw my head back. Having my third toe-curling, leg-trembling, mind-numbing orgasm of the night.

When I had fallen limply into Lucifer, unable to hold myself upright, Eros scooped me into his arms and placed me on the bed. They both laid next to me, Lucifer trailing his fingers over my hip bone, while I stared up at the ceiling and gasped for breath. I pressed my knees together to try to stop the throbbing between my legs. “I think that I’m dying,” I said.

Eros chuckled. “How did you like your first real taste of Hell?”

“Oh… I loved it,” I said. If this was what being with Eros was going to be like all the time, I think I was bound to be happy for the rest of my life. Living in this ecstasy—who wouldn’t love it?

“Have we turned you into a sinner?” Lucifer asked.

I half-heartedly laughed. Mom used to call me her perfect little angel. Oh, how I could only imagine what she would think about me now. I was far from angelic; I was lust itself. Filled with it. Bathed in it. Born in it. Fucking in it.

“No,” I said. “I’ve been a sinner.”