Page 49 of Touched By Sin
“You want to play games, sweetheart?” Daemon's voice is dark with promise. “I’ll play.”
Alaric returns with a knife and hands it to Daemon before walking back to Ronan, careful not to step on my wing. Cold, sharp metal presses up against my neck.
“If you don’t retract your teeth and close your wings, I’ll cut you.”
The red haze is slowly fading, but I don’t retract my teeth. Instead, I lift my head off the floor, snarling at him. His deep, cruel, and humorless chuckle makes me tingle between my thighs.
“Such a naughty girl,” he purrs, nicking my pulse point with the knife. A single trail of blood runs down, soaking into the wooden floor. Daemon shifts on top of me and the heat of his warm mouth on my neck makes me arch my back. He holds himself just out of reach so I can’t feel the press of his body on top of me. His tongue drags over my skin and he laps up the blood. It feels so fucking good.
“Now,” he says, cutting my dress open down the middle to free my swollen breasts. They spill out, heavy and achy. My pink nipples are hard peaks that beg for his warm mouth. He grants me no release, and when he grabs my chin and sinks his sharp teeth into my neck, I don’t fight him. Heavy footsteps thud on the floor, and I hiss in pain when teeth pierce either wrist. Daemon grinds his hard cock against me, sending sparks of desire straight to my core. I cry out, yielding to them, offering myself up as a sacrifice. They don’t drink me dry. They take only enough to make their point. I’m their submissive. Their plaything.
Theirs…
Then they rise to their feet, staring down at me with bloodied teeth, spread wings, and dark, bottomless eyes. My legs fall open and I slide my hand between my thighs to tease my wet opening.
“Please,” I whimper, my pussy throbbing. It won’t take much at all.
“Good girls get rewarded, but you, little angel, have been a very fucking bad girl again.”
They sit down, Ronan and Alaric on the couch to the left. Daemon kicks the dead girl out of the way and rights the upturned armchair before dropping down onto it and putting his ankle on his knee. With a snap of his fingers, he brings a flame to life and plays with it while he watches me.
Shifting onto my knees, I skate my eyes between them as my nipples tingle in the breeze that’s coming from the open patio door. “Okay, you win. You’re the big, bad alpha, and I’m just the weak little angel.”
Daemon’s jeans are still unbuckled. I can see the outline of him straining against the fabric. “You’re learning,” he drawls, the flame dancing across his fingers. “You can fight me, but I’ll always win.”
My wings itch to unfold, but I keep them closed.
“Checkmate,” he says with a smirk as his eyes travel down to my hard nipples.
My breaths come quicker.
“Remove your dress.”
It hangs off me in tatters. I slide it down the rest of the way and it soon pools around my knees. Three hungry eyes fall to my bare pussy.
“What do you say?” Alaric lifts his chin toward Ronan and Daemon. “Shall we go and find us somegood girlsto fuck? Girls that don’t behave like fucking brats?”
As one, they rise to their feet and walk out, leaving me kneeling.
Again.
But this time, I don’t intend to wait here while they fuck other angels. They wanted my beast to come out to play. Well, she’s out, ready to tear into hearts. It’s true what they say—sometimes you should be careful what you wish for. I’m not one of their groupies. I have no intention of pleasing them. If they want to fuck other girls, I’ll awaken the beast in them. I know just the person to help me.
ChapterFourteen
AURELIA
The boys stayed out all fucking night. I have no words to describe the fury coursing through my veins this morning at the thought of them with other girls. How fucking dare they think I’ll behave when they disrespect me like that. If it’s a taste of their own fucking medicine they want, I’ll gladly give it to them.
I find Dmitriy the next day at school as he walks out of the cafeteria. It sickens me to think about what he did in there, but I better get used to it fast. I’m in their world now, and I must learn to play by their rules if I want to win against Daemon.
I follow behind, wishing I could blend in with the crowds. It’s impossible with my pale skin, blonde hair, and white wings. The black dress isn’t enough to make me pass for a fallen angel. Quickening my pace, I seize my opportunity. Dmitriy’s eyes widen with surprise when I push him into an empty classroom and flip the lock. But rather than ask me what I’m doing, his lips quirk with an amused smile. He stays quiet, watching my slow approach.
“I am not a good girl,” I grit out, circling him. “I’m so fucking fed up with such expectations.” My fingers slide over his black wings, which are coarser than my downy feathers. “I snuck out of Eden, but that doesn’t mean I’m good or pure,” I spit.
“I’m starting to get that sense,” he says with a smirk. He looks so much like Daemon, but he also doesn’t.
“Why does Daemon hate you so much?” I continue circling him, trailing my eyes down his body and then back up.
