Page 32 of Touched By Sin
“Beg!”
I grow cold.No, no, no.
Anything but that.
They pick up their pace, pleasuring themselves with long, expert strokes, their masculine, veiny hands pulling, tugging, and jerking.
“We’ll fulfill your every fantasy if you beg. You can have us all,” Ronan promises.
I set my jaw. “I will never beg.”
“What a shame,” Daemon drawls, letting go of my hair to grip a handful of strands at the nape of my neck. He wrenches my head back and strokes his cock over my face.
“Keep looking at me like that,” he says in a breathy voice as my clit aches and throbs. “You can have my cock anytime you want if you just say the word.”
“I hate you. You’re a monster.”
“Yes, I am. I’myourmonster.” His warm cum hits my face in quick spurts that rain over my lashes, cheeks, and lips.
I eagerly stick my tongue back out to catch the last squirt. I’m gazing up at him, covered in his release, when Ronan takes his place and orders me to flatten my tongue. I would like to pretend I put up a fight, but I don’t. My clit aches almost painfully when I taste his salty release as it coats my cheeks and lips.
“Fuck,” he groans, smearing the sticky cum over my skin with the crown of his cock. Over and over he rubs, circling my tingling lips with the thick, bulbous head, and I try to snatch it up, eager to taste him and feel his veiny length fill my mouth. “So fucking pretty!”
“My turn,” Alaric demands in a husky voice, and Ronan steps back. “If you behave like a brat, we’ll treat you like one,” he says, jerking his length hard and fast. “You can’t win against us, so don’t even fucking try because we’ll bring you to your knees every time.”
I smile up at him. “Bring me your worst.”
His answering chuckle is low and husky. “Careful what you wish for. Now open your mouth like a good whore.”
I do. My pussy drips with desire, and the urge to rub my thighs together is overwhelming. Unable to look away from the fire in his eyes, I whimper.
His warm cum beads on my tongue, trickling down my chin. I’m ruined, marked by three men. Alaric zips himself away and claps Daemon’s shoulder on his way out of the room. Ronan leaves, too.
We’re alone. Daemon towers over me, dark eyes blazing with hellfire. “Look at you,” he drawls with a dangerous edge to his voice. “On your knees, covered in us.”
I don’t hide. I meet his stare and let him see the darkness residing inside me—the darkness he placed there.
Stepping closer, he presses down on my lip with his thumb and pulls it away from my teeth. “There’s such fire in you, yet you’re so eager to please on your knees.”
I tear away from his touch, snarling like an animal. The sudden movement hurts my bleeding knees.
“You can stay here since you’re so fucking ungrateful that I killed for you,” Daemon says, fisting my hair. Anger radiates off him in waves. With a sharp yank, he bares my neck. “You can stay on your knees, covered in our cum like a whore, until we come and find you again. If you move, I’ll punish you.”
I spit on him, and he slaps me. It only arouses me more.
“Do not defy me!” he orders, gripping my jaw hard. “Understood?”
The flaring of my nostrils is the only reply he’ll get from me. He lets go, then walks out without another word. The door slams shut behind him, and I glare at it as if it’s Daemon himself. Fucking asshole! Who is he to tell me what to do? Ordering me to kneel here like some slave. But I don’t move. I kneel like a good girl. Because somewhere deep inside, I’m grateful he killed that man. And some sick, twisted part of me loved the monster that bared its teeth and ripped out that man’s windpipe without a second thought. I have that effect on Daemon. He’ll kill for me, not any other girl.
ChapterTen
DAEMON
“How long are you letting her wait?” Alaric asks, bringing the glass of scotch up to his lips. We’re spread out on the couches in the living room, drinking my father’s expensive alcohol. It’s not like he’s here to tell us off. I take a deep pull on my cigarette, letting the smoke leak out before breathing it back in. The chandelier on the roof looks older than Hell—the curse of old wealth. Everything is fucking antique around here.
Alaric is watching me expectantly.
I blow out a cloud of smoke, rolling my head. “She can fucking wait until I’m good and ready.”
