Page 50 of Touched By Sin
Dmitriy shrugs, his hands in his pockets, his eyes on me. “Old family rivalry between our fathers.”
I like that Daemon hates him. It’s why he’s perfect for what I want to achieve. None of the other angels here measure up.
“I’m not a virgin anymore.”
His mask stays intact and he gives nothing away.
“Daemon stole it from me. Like he stole me from my home.” I come to a stop in front of Dmitriy.
“You snuck out.”
I don’t like his response. Not one fucking bit. “I was near the gates. I could have snuck back in.”
He steps closer, tall and imposing. “Once you enter the woods, you never find your way out.”
“Do you always talk so much?” I ask him as I lean back against the door.
He follows, placing his hand on the dark wood. Beside us, the sconce on the wall blazes brighter, like the fire in his eyes.
“I’ll hurt you.”
“Maybe I want to be hurt.”
His hand flies up and grips my jaw, forcing it to the side. Then he whispers in my ear, “You don’t.”
“I thought you were the kind one.”
His nose descends on my neck, dragging over my skin as he breathes me in. “You’re in Hell, sweetheart. There are only monsters in these woods. Kindness doesn’t exist here.”
I meet his dark gaze. “Maybe I’m the biggest monster of them all.”
He regards me while twirling my silky hair around his finger before pulling sharply. “You’re a pussycat.”
I shove him away and let rip a snarl. “I’m no fucking pussycat!”
I’m a coiled snake in the grass, ready to strike.
“Then show me your lioness.”
Laughter bubbles out of me, the kind that sets off alarm bells. “Lions are herd animals. They kill together, and they also seek the safety of the pack. I’m a tigress, roaming the woods by myself. I killaloneand I rely on no herd for safety.”
“What am I? The unsuspecting antelope?”
I shake my head, my hand sliding behind his neck. “No, you’re the appetizer before the main meal.”
And the perfect weapon to get back at Daemon for treating me like I’m worthless.
I pull him down to my mouth, silencing his response with hungry, deep kisses. If sleeping with the enemy is what it’ll take to break Daemon, I’ll lay my cards out on the table. I’m all in.
Dmitriy lifts me against the door and groans into my mouth. “He’ll kill you if you open your legs for me.”
Heat sinks to my clit at his threat. I want Daemon’s anger. I want him to hurt me and let his monster tear into me. I want to burn in his flames. After all, we’re in Hell.
“Not before he kills you.”
“You’re wrong,” he says, ripping my panties straight off and unbuckling his belt. “If I were anyone else, he would. But I’m his cousin and he can’t kill me.”
“Shut up and fuck me,” I growl.
