Page 65 of Touched By Sin
No reaction. He kicks off his jeans, and I slide my tongue over my teeth as my eyes flick down to the thick bulge in his boxers.
“Lots and lots of dicks.”
He stiffens, his eyes slowly coming to mine. “What did you say?”
With a shrug, I turn around, walking deeper into his room. A deep-green couch is pushed up against the bay window, and the walls are bare except for a framed painting of an angel falling from the sky.
“I said I like cocks.”
I feel him before I see him. His heat presses up against my back, and his long fingers curl around my neck. I watch his reflection in the window when he leans down and growls against the curve of my ear, “The only cocks you like are in this house, understood?”
Ignoring the spark in my clit, I fight the urge to lean into him. “And the only pussy you like to lick is mine, understood?”
His grip on my throat is possessive, dominant. His alpha is coming out to play. “No, you heard me right.Girls,”he drawls, squeezing me.
My tattered wings erupt, breaking our connection, and my vision becomes a red haze as I slowly turn around. “I think you know I like dicks outside of this house, too.”
His own wings unfold, and his teeth sharpen and grow. He stalks me, forcing me backward until the backs of my legs connect with his bed. “If you touch another man again, it’ll be the last thing you do.”
“And if you ever so much as look at another girl, I’ll tear you to pieces.”
Daemon throws me down onto the bed, climbing up my body like a fierce, growling lion with its teeth bared. I can’t look away from his wings behind him. They’re so fucking big, they nearly span the entirety of his room. And when he threw me down, my own wings knocked items off his nightstand.
I don’t care about the sorry state they’re in—I’m not closing them while he’s dominating me like this. I don’t care what weird and awkward angle my wings are forced into, squashed up against his fucking furniture. Why can’t I have cute little wings like the other girls here? Why are mine big enough to compete with his? It’s why we’re both peacocking, fighting for dominance over the other. If I had small wings, he’d be my ‘alpha.’ I refuse to give him the satisfaction.
As if he can’t help himself, he grabs my throat and growls, “So fucking defiant with your pathetic wings out. You think I’ll submit to you, little angel?”
I snarl, my body vibrating with anger and arousal. We’re two animals, giving into our lesser natures. This is what the elders warned us about. Every lesson ever taught to me about sin.
“We both know my wings are anything but pathetic,” I hiss, and he pats my cheek patronizingly until I bat him away.
“You want to do this?” he asks, yanking my dress up and slapping my thighs apart. “You really want to taunt my alpha right now?”
My legs fall open in response. I growl low in my chest, making vicious sounds I never knew I was capable of.
Daemon smacks my cheek with enough bite to anger me even more and warns, “Last chance, little angel. Fold your wings.”
The growl inside my chest intensifies, and I flip us over on the bed with a strength I never knew I had. My blonde hair falls around us like a curtain as I grit out, “Never.” Tearing at his belt, I shove my hand inside his boxers and wrap my fingers around his hard length. “Now, baby,” I taunt, sliding my hand over his silky cock. “Be a good boy and pull your wings back in.” I lean down and smile a sugary smile against his lips. “And I promise to fuck you until you don’t know your own name anymore.”
In a blur of motion, we move across the room, colliding with furniture and breaking a floor lamp in the process. Daemon swipes his arm over his desk, sending the content crashing to the floor. “Now, where were we?” he whispers darkly when he has me bent over the desk with my ass bared. “My sweet angel wants me to fuck her tight cunt, isn’t that right?”
My fangs cut my bottom lip as I snarl savagely at him. I’m so aroused, my pussy weeps with need.
With his fingers curled around my neck, he kicks my legs apart before rubbing the thick head of his cock between my ass cheeks. “Such a good girl,” he taunts, knowing full well how much it pisses me off. “You’re going to take my cock like a good little angel, aren’t you?”
“And you’re going to fuck me like a good boy.”
“Shut the fuck up!” he growls, reaching for something inside his drawer. “Remember these?” He quickly and expertly ties my hands behind my back with a length of rope, then stuffs a pair of silk panties in my mouth.
Leaning down, he whispers in my ear. “I gifted them to you the day after we defiled you for the first time in the living room. Remember that time, beautiful? When I licked your cunt for the first time, and we all painted you in cum?” His heat disappears, and I moan around the fabric in my mouth as he kneads my ass cheeks before sliding his touch over my wings. I snarl at him over my shoulder, but he shoves me back down with a hand on my neck.
“Now, now, sweetheart. Don’t be so angry.” His hard dick rubs over my pussy, and I arch my ass against him. “Such a submissive little angel,” he drawls, grabbing hold of one of my wings and filling me up with his delicious cock. I’m so wet the slide of him feels amazing. Every vein and curve rubs up against my inner walls. “Good girl,” he breathes. “Keep your wings open for me.”
I know he feels powerful fucking and dominating someone with equally big wings. And I would lie if I said I didn’t want to keep them open for him, because it arouses me that he gets off on asserting himself over me, even if I want to fight back. Fuck, I want to fight back so damn much. I can’t even tell him to fuck off now that I have my panties shoved in my mouth and my wrists tied behind my back. I can’t do anything but take it—every delicious inch.
“You feel amazing strangling my dick with your pussy.” His hands squeeze me so good—borderline painful—as if it’s sweet torture for him to fuck me. I hope it is. I hope he’s as lost in me as I am in him. The empty wall in front of me blurs while he pounds me from behind with his hand fisted in my hair. I’ll be sore tomorrow. That’s for fucking certain.
Flipping me over on my back, he shifts my ankles onto his shoulders, then stares down at his dick as it moves in and out of me. His dark eyes flick up to mine and he smirks, picking up his pace and patting me on the cheek. Once, twice. Three fucking times. Who knew anger could be so arousing? I want to hurt him, but I'm powerless with my arms bound behind me and panties in my mouth.
