Page 55 of Touched By Sin
He’s right. I wasn’t always happy in there, looking back, but I also didn’t experience this rollercoaster ride of emotions. “I miss my best friend, Freya.”
They’re silent for a moment while we listen to the soft beat of the music that filters from Daemon’s room. “What’s she like?”
“Alaric,” I breathe, wiping away a tear. “I try not to think about home when I’m here. It hurts too much.”
He lies down on his back beside me and gazes into my eyes. His brown irises have specks of lighter hazel in them. “Talking about pain is good.”
“What are you? Her fucking therapist?” Ronan asks with a snort.
Ignoring him, Alaric brushes the backs of his fingers over my cheek. “Change always hurts before it gets better. I know you can’t see it now, but this will become your home. And one day you’ll look back and think, ‘I can’t remember living anywhere else.’”
“This isn’t my home,” I argue. “You’ll grow bored of me and throw me out. I’m at your mercy.”
Alaric looks back up at the ceiling, and I trail the sharp line of his stubbly jaw. “Daemon is a dick, but he’s fiercely loyal.”
I chew my bottom lip in thought. “Yeah, that’s why he’s downstairs now withher.”I regret the words as soon as they leave my lips, but it’s too late. “You said you planned on finding girls to fuck. I was angry. I wanted to fight back.”
Alaric looks at me, his eyes skating between mine as smoke fills the room.
“You told me compassion and kindness have no place in this world, but you’re being kind to me right now.”
Amused, Ronan chuckles. “He hasn’t got a kind bone in his body.”
Alaric leans in to taste my lips with a soft kiss before palming my cheek and deepening our connection. His tongue sweeps against mine and he sucks my bottom lip between his teeth, then lets go and flops back on the bed. My chin burns from his day-old stubble.
“Maybe I don’t want to see you mope anymore. Now that Daemon has stolen your virginity, you’re fair game. Maybe I want to see you smile again so I can fuck you.”
“You want to fuck me after I slept with Dmitriy?”
Alaric clenches his jaw and slowly rolls his head on the pillow. When our eyes clash, he says, “Dmitriy thought he could hurt us through you. I’m not Daemon. I won’t let that piece of shit win.”
“Why do you hate him so much? What’s the rivalry about?”
Running a hand down his face, Alaric shakes his head. “It’s always been there between their fathers. Daemon and Dmitriy inherited their rivalry. Everything is a competition to them. Who is the most powerful? Who has the biggest fortune?”
Ronan tosses his joint on the floor before straightening up in the chair and crushing it beneath his heel. Then he gets to his feet and walks up to us. “What’s it going to take?”
I lift my head off the bed. “What are you talking about?”
In a swift move, his hand shoots out and grips my ankle. He drags me down the bed, drops to his knees, and sweeps his hands up my thighs before sliding them back down with my panties. “For you to stop moping and rediscover your fucking fire. You want Daemon to look at you again? Fight him!”
I start to argue, but he shuts me up when he spreads my legs and covers my pussy with his hot mouth. Beside me, Alaric smirks before getting up and helping himself to a joint. He lights it up and flops back down beside me, smoking lazily while my eyes roll back. God, I’ve missed this feeling. The sheer freedom of simply letting go.
Ronan takes his sweet time as he brings me to the edge and keeps me there. He blows on my sex, sucks my clit into his mouth, and swirls his tongue over the swollen nub.
“Ronan,” I whimper, rocking against his mouth. “Oh, God…”
“There’s no fucking God here. Your God kicked you out, remember?” Ronan growls as he slaps my clit hard.
Fisting the sheets, my heels slide on the bed. It’s too much. It’s too little. I want to crawl away and I want to push closer.
Alaric blows smoke in my face before shifting onto his elbow and placing the joint between my lips. He orders me to suck. The smoke that fills my lungs burns sweetly, and I begin to cough. Alaric’s laugh is long and drawn out.
Placing the joint between his lips, he shoves my dress down and kneads my naked breasts. He takes a deep pull on the joint, pinching it between his index and middle finger as he holds the smoke in his lungs while rolling my nipple between his fingers.
A dirty smirk curls the corner of his lips right before he grabs my chin and blows the smoke into my mouth. My soul floats, bobbing on the surface in a sea of pleasure and drugging touches. They bring me to life, only to kill me slowly with their destructive, possessive, and dominant natures as they steal the breath from my lungs.
With his fingers buried deep inside me, Ronan laps at my swollen clit until I’m begging him to let me come. He’s merciless, keeping me right where he wants me. Toying with me like injured prey.
