Page 3 of Touched By Sin
I dart to the left, but one of the boys steps in front of me, causing me to stumble back against a hard chest. Big hands grip my pale arms. “You’re far away from home, little angel.”
I walked much farther than I intended to, and now I don’t know where I am or which way leads back to Eden.
“What shall we do with her?” the boy in front of me asks, and the one off to the side says, “I think we should keep her.”
“A souvenir,” the boy behind me agrees, his nose buried in my matted hair. He breathes me in.
“Let me go!” I hiss, my small tits jiggling as I fight his grip on me.
“Look at that.” The boy in front of me palms my breasts. “It’s true what they say. All true angels are naked.” His dark eyes collide with mine. “Inside those gates, do you really not realize you’re naked?”
His rough fingers have me fighting twice as hard. No boy has ever touched me before. Not like this. “Get your hands off me,” I snarl, surprising myself. I’ve never felt this unpleasant, aggravating emotion before. I’m not happy or content. I want to hurt him. I want to claw his face and draw blood.
Chuckling knowingly, he grabs my chin and inspects my face. “She’s pretty.”
“Are you surprised? She’s a true angel. They’re all supposed to be beautiful.” The boy standing to the side sounds bored.
“How am I supposed to know? I’ve never seen one before.”
The boy with the bored expression pushes off the tree he’s leaning against and drawls, “Let’s go already before they notice that she’s gone.”
“I can’t believe we’re stealing an angel,” the boy behind me says excitedly as he drags me away.
Digging my feet in, I lash out and strike him repeatedly. If they take me, I’ll never find my way back home. I’ll never see Freya again. “Let me go!”
I’m lifted up and carried fireman style. The boy is insanely strong, not breaking a sweat. I try to fight him but find myself face-to-face with the black wings on his back. I’ve never seen anything like it before. They’re so dark, and I can already tell that they’re big.
“Speechless?” one of the boys asks, eyeing me curiously. It’s dark in the forest, as if night fell while I was walking further away from safety. That can’t be right. It was only past lunchtime when I snuck out.
“You’ll regret this!” I hiss.
“I count on it.” He winks.
“It’s true,” the boy whose shoulder I’m on agrees. “Nothing good can come from stealing an angel.”
“Besides the pleasure of defiling her?” the bored-looking boy at the front asks. I can’t see him, but his deep voice sends shivers down my spine. The boy in front of me grins, flashing white teeth in the darkness. “Welcome to Hell, little angel.”
ChapterTwo
AURELIA
I’m placed down on my back, and the cold stone floor bites into my bare skin. We’re in a large sitting room with a fabric couch and two armchairs. Damask wallpaper peels away from the corners near the door. The chandelier on the tall ceiling is cast iron, with white cobwebs hanging from the candle sticks.
The boy with the bored expression lowers himself down onto his knees in front of me and says, “You’re in Hell now, sweet angel. Your God can’t save you. His power doesn’t extend outside the borders of Eden.” The boy eyes my white, dirt-smeared wings with a satisfied smile. He caught his prize and wants to revel in his victory. His big hand lands on my naked skin and calloused fingers skim over my collarbone and down my chest, over the soft curves of my breasts. “Do you know why you’re here, little angel?”
I stay silent.
“Do you know about my kind?” He pinches my nipple and smiles when I whimper. “We’re fallen angels cast out from the garden you call home.” Trailing his touch lower, past my belly button, his fingers hover at the apex of my thighs before dipping between my legs. “Have you ever been touched, little angel?” he asks, sliding his fingers over my pussy.
I haven’t been touched—I’m not a sinner—but the shameless, feminine moan in the room is mine. It comes again when he pinches the swollen nub between my legs.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?”
My eyes flutter, and the insides of my thighs dampen.
“Such a good little angel,” he praises, his eyes burning red. “Spread your pretty legs for me. Forsake your God.”
His two friends, seated with their legs spread like kings of their domain, laugh on the couch. I’ve never seen fallen angels before, but everything about them is dark.
