Daemonium – Devil’s Playground Four Read Online Natalie Bennett

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, New Adult Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 66334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
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“The blanket is soaked. Where did he cum at?” Lana asked, eyeing the deep brown bedspread. “Because while I approve of this relationship, I don’t love it enough to bask in baby gravy.”

I felt my face screw up. “Ew, Lana!”

“Does Kyrous strike you as the type to let a single one of his children fall to ruin and not make it home?” Mel countered, peeling back the blanket and carefully positioning herself on my right.

My face warmed and I gently nudged her with my shoulder. “We didn’t do anything like that on the bed.”

“You were moaning his name for practice then?” Lana asked, taking the other side, still eyeing the comforter as she did the same, revealing the soft sheet underneath.

“I got him off,” I admitted with a shrug. “Then he did me.”

“He got her off,” Mel repeated. “She’s so cute. You’re growing up on us, Gracie.”

“Stop.” I laughed. “You two do know I’m still a virgin, right?”

Lana gave me a look. “As if that wasn’t already blindingly obvious, we’re your best friends. We know.”

“It’s obvious?”

“Oh, my sweet summer child,” Mel sighed, gently patting my arm.

“Grace, if Kyrous had popped your cherry there’d be no mistaking that. I’m impressed with his restraint, to be honest.”

“Okay, but how can you tell?” I looked at each of them. “I guess you two don’t exactly have a virginal appearance.”

“That’s because we’re sluts,” Mel deadpanned.

“Shut up.”

“Hey, my advice? Get all the orgasms you can, it’s the only way to remotely relax in this place and there’s no guarantee you’ll live long enough to get them later,” Lana reasoned, propping herself up against the headboard. Her hair was a shade darker from being wet. Mel’s too, though hers was more like a colorful rainbow.

“Is that what you were doing?”

“More or less.” She glanced at me and grinned. “I sucked Ciaran’s dick and then he bent me over the bathroom sink for a nice hate fuck. I hope our parents were watching in vivid HD.”

Mel and I burst into laughter, me quickly sobering when I realized our parents—including Ky’s parents too.

“Oh, my God,” I muttered, covering my face. I’d never live that down.

“It went a little something like that,” Lana said casually.

“I think she’s going through a phase of mortification,” Mel explained. “I can only imagine how that sounded blasting through the multiple screens people are watching.”

“That isn’t helping.”

“Oh…that’s what you meant. Well, you know what? That gets all the awkwardness out of the way if we ever meet any of them in the future.”

“There you go, be positive,” Mel encouraged with another laugh.

I lowered my hands. “Are you serious?”

Her light brown eyes shifted to meet mine. “Why not?”

I debated on how to answer that, my embarrassment taking the passenger seat as concern took over. I wanted to ask her so many questions. I studied her face, wishing I could see into her head so that I knew everything she did—or didn’t. If I said the wrong thing and hurt her or Mel, I’d never forgive myself. Worse, I had less than half of any answers she might have wanted. Whatever truly happened between her and Ciaran, was something only he could reveal.

“You said hate fuck. But you really like him, don’t you?” I asked softly.

“No. I don’t but part of me feels like I should. It’s weird.” She crossed her legs at the ankle and looked up at the vaulted ceiling. “I feel like I’ve known him forever. Don’t get me wrong, he drives me insane, but he also seems to get me without my having to say a word. I don’t trust him. I’ve literally debated with myself why and I just can’t.”

She glanced over at us. “I mean, I have no doubt he would go out of his way to make sure I’m safe. He’s proven that more than enough already,” She looked down and began picking at an invisible threat on the beige sheets. “Part of me is terrified of whatever this is between us and wants him to stay away. The other half can’t imagine not having him close.”

I resonated with almost all of that, verbatim. Only, I trusted Ky. Maybe it was the hopeless romantic in me. Maybe I was a naïve fool. “I can say I feel the same, more or less.”

She gnawed her lower lip for a moment. “So then is it weird if I say that I think he might be my person?”

“That makes a lot of sense to me,” Mel replied.

“It’s not weird. But…”

“But what?”

I shook my head. “Nothing. I’m glad you have him because like you, I’ve realized we may not all make it out of--.”

“You’re not dying here,” Mel interjected. “Either of you.”

“Neither are you,” Lana and I said at the same time.

“Naturally,” she huffed. “But as you can see, we’re not invincible.”

She was wearing the same outfit Lana, and I were wearing, but with a new hoodie overtop, making it difficult to see her wound. “How bad is it?”


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