Page 9 of Touched By Sin
“Wake up, little angel.”
Aching everywhere from sleeping on the uncomfortable couch, I blink my eyes open. Three sets of dark eyes peer down at me. I scramble back, my heart thundering to life.
“Did you sleep well?” Ronan asks, reaching out to slide my hair from my face. I bare my teeth, and they laugh at me as Ronan pats my cheek hard. “Feeling feisty this morning?”
I grind my teeth but don’t offer a reply.
Daemon throws something at me, and it lands on my chest. “Put these on.”
When I don’t move, he sighs. “It’s clothes. Like these.” He points to the dark fabric he wears on his body. “This is a T-shirt, and these are jeans.” Gesturing impatiently at the material in my hands, he looks at me expectantly. “Put them on.”
I don’t move. They exchange glances, and Ronan tries hard not to laugh, causing my cheeks to heat with embarrassment.
“Like these.” Alaric flaps his T-shirt.
Losing patience, Daemon shoulders past him and grabs the lumps of fabric on my chest. He forcefully pulls one over my head, guiding my arms through the holes. It’s long, falling mid-thigh. “It’s a dress.”
“A dress?” I ask, peering up at him.
“Yes, a fucking dress! And these are a pair of panties.” He dangles a flimsy piece of fabric in front of me.
He’s so attractive, he’s hard to look at.
They all are.
“You told me not to hide from you.”
His dark eyes collide with mine. “I don’t want other men looking at you.” Crouching down in front of me, he helps me put on the silk panties before rising to his feet. I follow him with my gaze as he walks out with his dark wings tucked behind him. They’re so big that they almost trail the floor.
“Brush your hair,” Alaric orders, handing me a hairbrush. At least this is something I’m familiar with. I accept it and set to work on the tangly knots.
“You’re coming to school with us today.” Ronan lights a cigarette and blows a cloud of smoke at the ceiling.
“It’s dark outside,” I point out.
“You’re in the underworld. It’s always dark here.”
“Oh.”
“Yes, oh.”
The embers spark bright orange as he takes a deep drag, peering at me with his curious dark eyes. “You’re a virgin, but have you ever had a boyfriend?”
“What’s a boyfriend?” I ask, making them chuckle.
Alaric clasps my chin hard, bringing his face close to mine. “I bet you’ve never been kissed either.”
My lips tingle at his words. I shouldn’t like how rough he is. No one has ever touched me like this before, not before last night.
“I bet your pouty little lips have never tasted a man’s.” His cruel smile and the knowing glint in his eyes are my undoing. I try to squeeze my thighs together discreetly, but he notices.
Smirking, he brushes his thumb over my mouth. “We’ll have so much fun with you.”
Ronan continues smoking as Alaric walks out the door and shuts it with a soft click. I don’t dare move off the couch while he watches me through the tendrils of smoke. I’m painfully aware of the fabric against my skin and how it has ridden up my thighs. His dark eyes drink me up, tracing my every curve and lingering in forbidden places.
When he’s done smoking, he crushes the cigarette beneath his boot, clasps my arm, and drags me off the couch. “It’s time to go.”
“Where to?” I ask.
