Page 79 of Touched By Sin
I shouldn’t have set sail in these treacherous waters by escaping Eden. I was done for the moment I crushed my compass beneath my shoe and set course for the dark clouds on the horizon. But I couldn’t stay moored any longer.
“You should have stayed in the fucking living room.”
His voice drifts into my consciousness. I don’t care that I’m drowning in his eyes; death can’t come soon enough.
Wait?I frown, giving my head a shake to clear it. “Did you just say I shouldn’t have left the living room? Am I your prisoner now?”
Placing his hands on the countertop behind me, he leans in. “I stole you from your precious Eden and treat you like shit, remember? Those were your words.”
My gaze falls to his lips, only to flick back up. He’s so close, his breath dances across my face.
“My father is not a good man. You’d do well to stay clear of him.”
“You’re not a good man either.”
He takes his hand off the counter and toys with a strand of my hair, the backs of his fingers brushing my collarbone. “I’m the Devil’s son, sweetheart. The minute you snuck out of Eden, you entered my land.”
“It’s not your land yet,” I hiss, lifting my chin defiantly. I can’t believe he never told me who he is. All this time, I never realized.
“Touché,” he chuckles before stealing my breath with a single look that makes my toes curl in my shoes. “I’m the next heir. My father may be immortal, but even the immortal pass away.”
I’m drawn like a moth to the flames that flicker in his eyes. If I don’t wrangle this desire, I’ll burn myself. Still, I can’t resist singeing my fingers on his hard chest. The black fabric creases in my hands as I press up on my tiptoes to place a kiss on his jaw.
The second my lips connect with his stubble, his hand flies up. He grabs my jaw, forcing my mouth to his. His kiss is hard, ruthless, and fucking delicious. I moan as his sharp teeth sink into my bottom lip, and the taste of copper teases the back of my throat. I’m just about to beg him to take me when Ronan stumbles into the kitchen, bleary-eyed and yawning.
Daemon steps back, adjusting his dick in his pants. “Our little angel ran into my father thanks to you falling asleep on guard duty and allowing her to sneak around the house.”
Ronan lowers his fisted hand from his mouth. “Shit, man.”
“Yes, shit.”
“What did he say?”
“He was here to remind me of the family dinner tonight.”
“How do these family dinners work?” I ask, looking between them. “Does your dad have women tied to poles in the dining room?”
Daemon doesn’t even bother with a reply. It’s like I’m not here anymore. “He’s curious. I could see it in his eyes.”
“Yeah, but that doesn’t have to mean anything.”
Their voices drift away when they walk out. Left alone, I blink as my lips tingle from Daemon’s kiss.
ChapterTwenty-Four
AURELIA
Daemon is stiff next to me as we ascend the weather-beaten stone steps to his father’s house. If you can even call it that? It looks more like a Gothic castle or a church than a cozy family home. It’s hard to imagine Daemon growing up here, playing on the grass beneath the statues of scary angels with sharp teeth and dead eyes.
We reach the top step, slowing to a stop. Daemon reaches for the door handle but changes his mind.
“What?” I ask.
Staring at the floor he leans with his hand on the door, his ankles crossed. The world weighs his shoulders down. His eyes slowly come to mine, sweeping over my features, before dropping to the black silk dress that hugs my curves, trailing behind me on the ground. “Let me do the talking tonight.”
I frown, gripping the clutch bag in my hands. I’m cold, but his eyes warm me enough to ward off the chill. Daemon lowers his lips to mine, close enough to make me tingle in anticipation but not close enough to ignite sparks. “Can you keep those pretty lips shut for once?”
I wet them, ignoring the fluttering of butterfly wings in my belly. “You don’t get to tell me what to do, Daemon.”
