Page 25 of Touched By Sin
I don’t care what it takes.
“Look who it is.” Alaric grins, both arms wrapped around a set of twin girls, with tits that nearly spill out of their minuscule dresses. “You found us.”
“Yeah, well, it wasn’t easy. This place is a maze and every corridor looks the same.”
Ronan has his tongue down a girl’s throat, but it’s Daemon who narrows his eyes and says, “What’s that on your neck?”
I stiffen but keep my mask in place. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He shoves the girl hanging off his arm, and she stumbles back with a shriek. The satisfaction I feel when he strides up to me and clasps my jaw in a bruising grip should worry me. But it’s quickly becoming evident that I want his undivided attention, and I’ll act like a child if it gets him to hurt me sweetly like this.
“Who fed on you?” His voice drips with delicious danger as his angry eyes flash with a warning.
I’m skating on thin ice, and when he leans close and breathes me in, it cracks.
“You smell of pussy.”
Alaric laughs behind us. A drawn-out, lazy sound that goes on and on.
“Not just any pussy—Dari’s.”
I glare up at him but keep my lips shut.
“I’ve licked that cunt enough times to know her scent like the back of my hand.”
His words evoke the reaction he wanted as I bare my teeth.
A blinding smile spreads over his lips and he flicks his eyes behind me. “Thought you could get one on me?”
Dariana shrugs as she walks past us into the classroom. “It was worth a try.”
The amused glint in his eyes annoys me enough to huff a breath and shoulder past him, but he seizes my arm and pulls me back. “Thought you could outsmart me, little angel?”
“You think too highly of yourself. You didn’t once enter my mind while I was tongue deep in her cunt.”
His eyebrows fly up. I thought my comment would make him angry, but he laughs instead, which transforms his face and steals my breath.
“Your rebellious side gets me hard.”
“Or mad. Next time, it’ll be someone else.”
Nowthatgets me the reactionIwant. His rough touch is back, marking and hurting me.
“You love to push my buttons, don’t you?” he growls, wrapping his fingers around my neck. Students watch us curiously. I finally have his fire burning into me, and it gets me high.
“One day, you’ll push the wrong one, and then you’ll have to deal with the consequences.”
“Is that supposed to scare me?” I whisper, unfolding my wings in a display of defiance.
Gasps ring out around us, and Daemon tightens his grip on my throat. “Close your wings!”
“Or what?!”
Leaning down, he brushes his lips over my ear, eliciting shivers and a zap of pleasure that shoots straight to my core. “Your wings—like you—belong to me. Close them!”
It’s so tempting to give in to him and be the good little girl he wants me to be. I’m not a good girl. I’m a very, very bad girl who doesn’t listen to Daddy. He’ll need to spank the defiance out of me if he wants me to do as he says. Until then, I’ll continue behaving like a little brat.
The air shifts behind me as my wings move in long, powerful sweeps. There’s no denying I have big wings, especially for a female angel. I don’t know why or what it means, but the urge to unfold them when I feel threatened is as instinctual as the need to fight back when I’m cornered.
