Page 51 of Touched By Sin
“Bad girl.” He grins, taking his big, veiny dick out.
“I told you, I’m not a good girl.”
“No, you’re not,” he agrees, lining himself up with my entrance. “And I intend on fucking you like the bad girl you are.”
I cry out when he slams into me and clamps his hand over my mouth.
“Sshh!” he soothes, slowly inching back out, ensuring I feel the slide of his dick before he thrusts back in. “Such a bad little angel. Look at those beautiful tears trailing down your cheeks. I told you I would hurt you.”
Speared against the door, I take his pounding as he pistons against me. I don’t know what feels better. His big cock, hurting me in the most delicious way, or knowing Daemon will kill me for this?
“I want my cum seeping out of you when Daemon finds you,” he whispers cruelly in my ear. “I want to see the fucking fury in his eyes.”
His teeth pierce my flesh, and a hot, burning pain sears through my neck. If I thought Daemon was rough, this is on another level. Dmitriy wants to inflict damage on my pale skin so Daemon will see the masterpiece he carved on my body.
His teeth retract and he snarls in my face, making me whimper beneath his hand on my mouth. “Want to be a good girl yet?”
My head shakes. I never want to be a good girl again. I want to be fucked like a whore, and to be used and discarded. That’s exactly what he does. He uses me to get off, treats me like a fuckable hole, and brings me to climax as a fuck you to Daemon.
And when I orgasm, his eyes spark with something dangerous. “That’s it, let me see you come. Give me those heavy eyes.”
He stills as soon as my muscles relax, spilling his release deep inside me. Then he steps back, shoving me down on the cold stone floor. I stare up at him with my skirt bunched around my waist while he zips himself into his pants.
“I’d call him in here now, so he could see you on the floor, flushed and freshly fucked. But I don’t want to spoil the fun just yet. It’s only a matter of time before I’ll hear his roar shake the foundation of this old academy.” Leaning over me, he cups my chin and says, “You better run while you still can.”
* * *
Dariana findsme in the hallway as I walk toward my next class. I’m so sore that I wince with every step.
“Holy crap,” she blurts, steering me over to a nearby alcove. “What the actual fuck, little angel?! Please tell me my eyes are deceiving me. You didn’t fuck Dmitriy, did you?”
I wait for a group of students to walk past in their black clothing. “What’s it to do with you?”
“What’s it to do with me?” she asks incredulously. “Daemon is my friend for a start.”
“Oh,” I nod, “is that why you went behind his back and fucked me?”
She levels me with a look that tells me I’m naive. “That’s not the same thing. We mess with each other all the time. But this,” she gestures wildly at me, “is the worst betrayal.”
The insides of my thighs are sticky with Dmitriy’s cum, my chin burns from his scratchy beard, and my lips are still kiss-swollen.
I laugh bitterly. “They went out to fuck girls last night, so don’t come talking to me about betrayal.”
Much to my surprise, she bursts out laughing. “Is that what they told you?”
Confused, I open and close my mouth.
“They stayed at mine. There was no fucking involved.” She soon sobers when she sees the stricken look on my face. “You believed they cheated on you.”
“Why would they lie to me and make me believe they fucked other girls if they didn’t?”
“To make you jealous.” The way she says it is so matter-of-fact. “And it worked. Not only did they make you jealous, but you went out and detonated the bomb of all fucking bombs.”
I swallow past the thick lump of shame in my throat. “What I do with my body is my choice.” Even if Daemon didn’t fuck anyone last night, he still let that human girl touch him and taste him in front of me.
“Oh, Hell…” Dariana starts pacing in front of me. “When Daemon finds out… shit…”
“What?”
