EroticReverie

Evangeline "Evie" Everly

I open the front door with a smile plastered on my face, excited to finally have my best friend Karli come to visit me. Instead, my smile falls when I open the door to find six of the seven Devil's at the door.

I feel my nose scrunch and my eyes narrow as I'm forced to look up to the one closest to me. I was five foot eight, so I wasn't short by any means, but in front of Zade Zaveri, in front of most of them, I felt like a fucking fly compared to them. 

"Good to you see you too princess." Zade says, a smirk on his face, his tongue dragging over his lower lip, as his eyes do nothing to hide the perusal he's taking of me standing there in my black sports bra and work out leggings. My long wavy brown hair in a mess on top of my head. 

"You been working out for us?" Bryce Barrows asks from a few douche bags behind Zade, and my eyes go around Zade to him and I roll my eyes. 

"Your brother here?" Zade asks. 

"He's not my brother." I bite out. 

"You tell yourself that so you can include him in the fantasies you have of all seven of us taking turns on your sweet cunt?" Zade asks, licking his lips.

I make a sound of disgust as the rest of them laugh. 

"The seventh member of your circle jerk club is probably in his room." I say, turning leaving the door open, choosing not to entertain their shit a second longer. 

"Probably watching step sister porn" Bryce chuckles and I make a show to visibly shiver in disgust as I leave them all to go find Steel themselves. 

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My mother Maryanne, started seeing Grady Styles not even five months ago. Grady Styles was disgustingly rich and notoriously the leader of The Devils. You could call them thugs, a gang, a wannabe biker club. I didn't care to learn more about what the fuck they considered themselves.

All I knew, was my new soon to be stepbrother was Steel Styles. Twenty years old, six foot four, dark brown hair to his shoulders, a beard, golden brown eyes, tattoos on his arms,  back and hands, and a royal fucking dick.  

My mother swooned for his fucking father, fell in love at first sight, and now here I was, moving into a fancy new house, and finishing out my last year of school with people I didnt fucking know, while dealing with Grady's fucking little rich douche bags in training showing up every other day. 

I'd only been here two weeks and i've received enough lewd comments and sleazy stares from Steel's little gang of idiots than I can even count. Were they hot? All of them? Yes. But i'd heard stories of the things they do. Not just the nefarious shit that makes them "bad" , but the shit they do with girls, only to toss them aside...never going back for seconds. 

Now four of the rich sleezeballs would be going to the same school as me, and now...the Devil's Sons Seven....or more frequently referred to as "The Dirty Devils" were part of my god damn life. 

Bryce Barrows...."Bones" ...is twenty, a six foot three fuck, with dark brown hair to his shoulders, much like my step brothers hair. Has bright green eyes, tattoos all over his arms neck hands back and chest.

Zade Zaveri..."Tiny" ..., also twenty, his nickname is the exact opposite of what he is. He's the biggest asshole out of the seven besides my "Step brother",  at six foot six, with black hair, long on top and slicked back most of the time, with dark stubble for facial hair, that looks as scruffy and rough as his voice. And is also littered with tattoos. 

As for the fuckers that will be attending the same school as me...

There's Harrison Hayden "Hawk" , nineteen, six foot two, short brown hair, brown eyes, tattoos on his arms and back, and if I HAD to choose one to bless with my pussy, it'd be him. Just for the fact he's the only one that hasn't said shit to me. He's quiet, and while he's an accomplice, at least he doesnt add to the headache. 

Then...Diesel Draven "Demon" eighteen , six foot two black hair to his shoulders, scruff on his face, blue eyes, and you guessed...tattoos on his arms and hands. 

Then there's Kane Kissinger "Killer". Eighteen, six foot three , dirty blonde hair, green eyes, slicked back hair, scruff, and the calling card of the devils, tattoos littering his arm hands and back, even at only eighteen. 

Last but not least is Arrow Arland "Shooter" , six foot four, shoulder length blonde hair, blue eyes, and arm, hand and neck tattoos. I don't know what it is about the fucker, but my vagina has a clear fucking favorite of it's own in Arrow Arland. 

Just one year, one year i'd have to deal with the hottest pricks I've ever seen in my entire life. One year of avoiding them and steering clear of them.

I'm standing in the kitchen, grabbing my water bottle, flipping open the cap and taking a drink as Zade Zaveri walks in and walks right over to me, the rest of the footsteps climbing the stairs yelling to Steel. 

"When are you gonna let us show you why they call us the Dirty Devils?" he says, reaching out, his hand snagging at the waist of my leggings, his fingers curling right around them, pulling the fabric making me gasp as he yanks me to his body. He groans the second I crash against him. 

"I'd rather kill myself" I say as I shove at him, but his arm locks behind me swiftly and he pulls me hard against him , taking my hand that I have against his shirt to push him away, and instead he lowers it, pressing my palm to his dick through his jeans, clamping his hand over mine. 

"How about i kill that pussy with this dick first?" he says and I tug at my hand with a scoff.

"You're such a fucking pig" I say, his hand keeping mine there. Jesus. He was fucking hard and rubs my hand over his dick. 

"You know you're ours now princess...we've got our fucking sights set and fucking locked..." he says and I still try to pull my hand away.

"Let go of me" I bite out as I squirm against his hold. 

"We're gonna run a train on your little cunt, you just wait princess" he groans and I whimper, finally yanking my hand.

"You wish" I snarl, shoving at him. He smirks as footfalls come into the kitchen, the other six including Steel , my soon to be step brother, look at me and Zade stare each other down. 

"Get your fucking asshole friends out of here" I snip at Steel.

He huffs a laugh and walks over.

I yip as he reaches behind me, grabbing my fucking hair on my head and yanking my head back and bringing his face to mine.

"Careful sis" he warns and I swallow audibly , pushing at his chest as he yanks my hair harder and I wince and yelp , the others chuckling. 

"Don't forget I know where you sleep" he grins and leans in bringing his mouth to my ear. 

"and I have no problem coming to your room and adjusting your fucking attitude if you keep your spoiled little cunt act going" he growls.

"especially when you make it so easy......sleeping naked...like a little whore in waiting" he whispers and my breath hitches and he chuckles in my ear.

"im thinkin maybe you leave your door unlocked for a reason.....and that maybe you're desperate for rich dick...just like your fucking mother" 

"fuck you" I shove at him and he pulls my hair making me let out a scream and I push again and shove at him, trying to kick him in the dick as he laughs. Without a word, Bryce and Zade, snatch my arms, holding me, using their own bodies to hold me against the counter as Steel looks at me.

"theres a difference between you and her though..." Steel says , looking me up and down, his upper lip curling as if he hates what he sees.

"You're a difficult whore....and she's an easy one." he says and I throw myself forward , screaming with rage as Zade and Bryce laugh and hold me back, my attempts fucking pointless.

"Follow mommy's foot steps and know your fucking place" Steel's nostrils flare.

"Or we'll fucking put you on your knees and teach you." he threatens and I swallow hard, gritting my teeth. 

"Let her go" he says moments later after I stare him down. The second i'm released I yank my arms into myself and push past them all, my eyes landing on Harrison "Hawk" , and it's the slightest bit of apology in his eyes, that makes my eyes sting with tears. 

I could handle their bullshit without tears. Handle their comments about my mother and about me. But I couldnt handle pity, especially when it was cheap and coming from someone who just stood by and let his friends be dicks to me. I changed my fucking mind, Harrison could suck a big fat dick along with the rest of them.