Page 5 of Touched By Sin
“You sound pleased,” I retort.
The urge to claw him strikes me out of nowhere as his wings spread out behind him, dark and magnificent. When I gasp, something hard twitches against my thigh.
He seizes my chin, rolling his hips against me. “You’re so fucking innocent.”
His friends laugh while lighting up more cigarettes.
“Daemon, just fuck her already and get it over with.”
Daemon.
“No,” he breathes out, his eyes flicking between mine. “I’ve never had an angel before. Let’s see if we can break her first.”
Something fierce bubbles up inside me, and I latch onto it as I bare my teeth. “You will never break me!”
His eyes flash with surprise. He studies me for a long moment until my white wings ache from being pressed against the hard floor. “We’re three very hungry fallen angels. Trust me, you’ll break.” His eyes travel lower, settling on my heaving chest. He palms my left breast and I arch into his touch. It’s instinctual and so foreign that my eyes widen. His smile grows, revealing sharp fangs.
So the stories are true.
“You’re so responsive,” he observes, squeezing my flesh. I throb between my legs, and it’s a sensation I don’t know how to handle.
“Such beautiful tits, and to be the first one to touch them…” He releases a tortured moan, pinching my peaked nipples hard. “Hell, I’m going to fucking destroy you!”
My neck is bared, speaking a language I’m not fluent in. His lips reply to the calling, descending on my skin. I need something…
“I know, little angel,” he whispers when my hips lift off the floor. “I’ll give you what you need.”
“Your father will kill you for stealing an angel,” one of his friends comments, flicking his cigarette.
Daemon’s warm lips between my breasts travel lower. “No, he’ll want to fuck her himself.”
His hot breath ghosts over my slit, and I shudder, burying my hands in his soft hair. His horns brush up against my skin, and he snarls when I wrap my hand around one. He doesn’t like his horns touched, but he lets me explore him. Like he’s about to chart the map of me.
“Say goodbye to Eden,” he says with a dangerous smirk before covering my pussy with his hot mouth. Sensation explodes. It’s too much and not enough all at once. I’m blown apart, shattering into fragmented pieces. I thought I’d seen the light, but this…
“Such a good little angel,” he praises, prying my thighs open with his hands. He licks and nibbles, sucks and kisses until I can’t remember why I want to return home to Eden. “Hell, this fucking pussy!” His voice drifts through my haze of pleasure. “I’ve found Heaven.”
His friends laugh.
I don’t. I’m writhing on the floor, taking his brutal assault on my body. My wings stretch out until they press up against the coffee table and the walls. When he fills me up with his fingers, I cry out. It hurts, but he makes me take it. Something dark and dangerous spreads inside me. Something that’s thirsty for sin and corruption.
“Is my angel a good little whore?”
I think I am. That must be why my legs are wide open and my pussy grips his fingers like it never wants to let him go. I need more, more, more.
He proceeds to pump me hard and fast, his fingers hooking inside me. My wings scrape on the floor, catching on the worn wood, and I lose a feather. One of the guys on the couch leans down to pick it up. As I crest, he blows it from his palm. The white feather floats before circling back down to the ground, hauntingly beautiful.
A strange, hot sensation builds inside me until every muscle in my body tenses. I cry out, arching off the floor. My body comes alive with intense pleasure that drags me back out to sea and pulls me beneath the choppy waves. Down I go, into the dark depths where supreme silence reigns. My body shudders and writhes, every drop of pleasure wrung from it. When I resurface, the boy stands in front of me with his wings spread out. His muscles strain underneath the black material he wears, and his mouth glistens from my arousal in the low lights, but he doesn’t wipe me off.
“I’ve ruined an angel,” he comments to himself. I’m still trembling, my thighs squeezing together. Noticing, his eyes flick down to my long legs, then back up. “You belong to us now. If you run, we will find you, so don’t even fucking try.”
“What are we going to do with her?” one of the guys asks.
Daemon sits in the chair across from them, gazing down at me on the floor.
“We can’t keep her locked in here.”
Looking away from me, Daemon considers his friend. “We can take her to school with us. Parade her around like a prize.”
