Page 31 of Touched By Sin
“What the fuck are you doing?!” she growls when he bands his bloody arm around her waist and launches them into the air.
My wings spring out and I take off after them, soaring high above the rooftops. “Your father has quite the mess to sort out.”
Daemon barely acknowledges me, and poor Angel clings to him like a spider monkey, her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms circling his neck.
“Two dead bodies. Three flying angels,” chuckles Ronan on Daemon’s other side.
His dad will soon sort it out, but he might not be too happy.
We cross over to the underworld. The temperature immediately drops, and the night seems darker as we fly over the treetops.
Our little angel keeps arguing. “I can’t believe you did that. You’re such a psycho!”
If she’s not careful, he might drop her.
ChapterNine
AURELIA
When we finally land outside Daemon’s house, I’m covered in blood from clinging to him. My black dress is stained crimson; strands of blonde hair stick to the blood smeared on my cheeks. I also reek of copper mixed with Daemon’s masculine scent.
No sooner have his feet touched the ground, than I shove him off, storming inside. He’s hot on my heels, a dark storm cloud about to collide with mine. The lightning show we put on when he pulls me to a stop inside the front door is spectacular.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?!”
I slap his cheek hard and feel a smug sense of satisfaction when his face whips to the side. But the feeling doesn’t last long. Daemon shoves me back and I stumble into the hallway desk pushed up against the wall, sending a vase of black roses crashing to the ground.
Lifting me up, he sets me down on top and covers my mouth with his hand, silencing the angry string of poison spewing from my lips. “You think you can defy me, little angel? You think I will silently brood in the shadows while you roll your hips against another man’s crotch? Wrong, so fucking wrong. I will slaughter every single male who dares put their filthy hands on you. So don’t try me again.”
My voice is muffled behind his hand. Despite that, I don’t stop hurling abuse at him. I call him a ‘motherfucker’ and an ‘asshole.’ Words that would make my elders blush and throw me out of the gates so fast that my head would spin. How the fuck does he dare tell me what I should do?
Ripping my panties off, Daemon shoves a thick finger inside me. I’m not ready and it hurts, but it also feels so fucking good. I spread my legs wider, daring him to fingerfuck me like he means it. And he does. He soon has two fingers buried deep inside me, spreading and hurting me in the best way possible. Behind him, Alaric and Ronan watch with matching smirks. I might misbehave more often if their leader rewards me like this.
“You think thathuman,”he spits the word, “could make you feel like this?”
I love this angry Daemon. I love how he hurts me before soothing the pain with filthy words and flicks of his thumb over my swollen clit.
When he lowers his hand from my mouth to grab my throat, I release a crazed bubble of laughter. “I think his cock would have felt amazing inside me.”
Say hi to the angel with the stick in her hand, which she uses to poke the hornets’ nest every time she gets the chance—that’s me.
“Shut up!” Daemon growls, removing his fingers and plunging them into my mouth. I gag, but he doesn’t let up. “You think you can disrespect me like this? I’m not someone you want to mess with.”
“But it’s so much fun,” I taunt when his fingers slide back out.
I’m hauled off the hallway table, and anger radiates off him as he drags me upstairs to his bedroom. I should probably be scared, but a thrill of excitement runs through me at the thought of what he might do to me. Ronan opens the door and Daemon shoves me inside, causing me to stumble and fall to the floor. The icy stone bites into my skin and my bleeding knees sting deliciously.
Daemon fists my hair, pulling me up to kneeling while using his other hand to unbuckle his belt. They all do. “It’s time to teach your filthy mouth a lesson.” He undoes his buttons, shoving down the front of his jeans and boxers. His cock pops out, hard and big—so fucking big. My mouth instantly waters in anticipation.
“You were a little brat tonight.” He slaps his veiny dick over my lips, then chuckles when I eagerly stick my tongue out. I flatten it, peering up at him through a haze of lust as my scalp burns and my bloodied knees ache.Use me.Alaric and Ronan join Daemon, stroking their dicks and taunting me with their thick lengths.
“You want a taste?” Alaric asks.
I crave to lean in and take him in my mouth, but Daemon’s tight grip on my hair prevents me.
“You want us to choke you, sweetheart? Make you cry?”
I nod eagerly, moaning when Daemon rubs the thick head of his cock over my tongue.
