Page 52 of Touched By Sin
She whirls on me. “He’ll kill you, for starters.”
I walk off and tears prick my eyes now that the anger is settling down. So what if Dmitriy’s sticky cum is trailing a path down my thighs? What does it matter? It was just sex.
Right?
The tears spill over, and I hurry to wipe them away. I don’t know how to handle these types of situations and novel emotions. I’d never had sex before I came here, and I’d never felt these feelings. It’s all so new and scary. And now I’ve acted irresponsibly because I was hurt and angry.
“Stop, Angel,” Dariana says, rounding me. “Baby, it’s okay. We all make mistakes. Some worse than others, admittedly.”
Rolling my eyes, I push past her. Maybe Dmitriy is right? Maybe I should run while I can.
Dariana’s heels click on the floor before she pulls me to a stop again, cornering me between two torches on the stone wall. “Let’s take you home. You can have a shower and wash his scent off you. No one has to know.”
“Dmitriy will tell him.”
“What proof does he have? It’ll be your word against his. And Daemon will think he’s trying to hurt you.”
Flicking my eyes between hers pitifully, I chew my lip. “Why are you being nice to me? This is your chance to get rid of me.”
She steps closer, and our chests brush as she whispers, “Maybe I don’t want to get rid of you.”
It’s hard to breathe when she’s this close, smelling of midnight and late evenings. “Everyone looks out for themselves here, Dariana.”
Her wings unfold behind her, shielding my tear-streaked cheeks from the other students. She slides her warm hand over my breast and up my chest, then wraps it around my throat. “I am looking out for myself, little angel.”
A shiver runs through me when her thigh slides between my legs.
“Let’s take you home and wash you. No one will ever know.”
“Okay,” I breathe out, drowning in her dark eyes and long lashes.
A brief smile graces her lips before she steps back and interlaces her fingers with mine. “Everything will be okay.”
I want to believe her, but when I hear masculine, rowdy laughter followed by heavy footsteps turning the corner, my blood turns to ice.
Alaric notices us first. His laughter dies in his throat and he slaps Daemon’s chest, who looks up. I instinctively back away as my fight or flight response kicks in. Daemon is faster. He catches up to me in four long strides and pulls me into his chest before slamming me against the stone wall.
As he moves my hair away from my neck, his eyes darken. “Who fed on you?!”
This is the moment I planned on squaring my shoulders and telling him to piss off after he fucked those girls last night. Only, he didn’t fuck anyone and I have screwed everything up. He scents the air, then stiffens. It scares me how still he is. I can’t even look him in the eyes. Tears well up and I try to hold them back, but they fall.
“My fucking cousin?!”
“Daemon,” Dariana tries, but he can’t hear her. Not now.
“You fucked my damn cousin?!”
Wincing, I hug my arms around me to protect myself from the onslaught of his anger. I feel dirty. Used. The sick pleasure I experienced earlier fills me with shame now. It was a mistake to leave Eden. I don’t belong here in their world. I don’t belong anywhere anymore.
Daemon looks at me with such disgust that I want to disappear into myself. On either side of him, Ronan and Alaric exchange glances.
With an unnerving calm, the kind of calm that precedes a deadly storm, Daemon steps back and releases a roar so loud that the nearby students startle. Then he’s back with his teeth bared, wings spread, and anger radiating from every pore. “I’ve played nice with you. I’ve given you every-fucking-thing. I even let you attend school here. And this is what I get? Tell me,” he leans in close, sneering, “did he fuck you good?”
Flinching, I whimper.
He doesn’t let up on me. “Answer the damn question. Did he fuck you good?”
“Daemon, please.”
