Page 13 of Touched By Sin
We enter one and find seats toward the back. Ronan pulls out a chair, sits down, and drags me onto his lap. His hand snakes beneath the table, possessively cupping my pussy through my dress. A whimper slips from my lips. His heated breath wafts over my ear when he chuckles. “Want me to touch you in front of everyone here?” The warmth of his hand leaves my pussy, only to slide over my skin as he inches my dress up my legs. My body lights up like fireworks, every nerve ending coming alive.
I try to wriggle off, but he bands his arm around my waist and continues his torturous journey toward my throbbing heat. The tips of his fingers ghost over my panties, and I jolt in his arms, my lips parting. I feel him smile against my ear. “Ignore everyone else. It’s just you and me here.”
It’s a little difficult to ignore the students flooding through the door and walking past our desk. But he’s right—I soon forget when his hand slides inside my panties.
“Ssshh!” he soothes. “Be quiet, beautiful. You don’t want the other students to realize I’m defiling you in the classroom, do you?”
Alaric knows exactly what’s going on as he snorts with amusement and shakes his head. “I thought I was cruel.”
Ronan laughs in my ear, his skilled fingers rubbing my aching clit in slow, mind-blowing circles. “She likes it.”
Before I stumbled upon these boys, I had never felt a sensation like it. I spread my legs beneath the table despite knowing this sinful act could see me banished from Eden.
“Feels good, huh?” he breathes, shoving a thick finger inside me. “Don’t make a sound, or I’ll stop.”
The slide of him against my inner walls… The full feeling and the slight sting from the stretch. I’m falling apart.
“Just put her out of her misery,” Daemon drawls, balancing on his chair’s back legs with his phone in his hand, looking bored and busy at the same time.
“I think I’ll torture her all through class,” Ronan chuckles as the teacher—a middle-aged woman with curly, dark hair and a flowy dress—enters the room. The minute her eyes land on me, she halts, pressing a hand to her chest. Alaric hides a laugh behind his closed fist, and Daemon doesn’t look up from his phone.
“What on Hell’s earth is that? An angel? Oh, boys,” she tuts, shaking her head tiredly, “you bring so much trouble to our lands.”
Daemon finally looks up and says in a slow, bored voice, “She left Eden of her own free will. The elders won’t lift a finger to get her back. Besides,” a slow smile curves his lips, “she’s already too defiled to be accepted back inside the pearly gates.”
My head snaps in his direction. Is that true? Am I no longer pure? Even as the thought enters my mind, I know I’m not. The slide of Ronan’s finger inside me and the flick of his thumb over my clit speaks the truth. But how can sin feel so good? I couldn’t ask Ronan to stop even if I tried. Not when he grinds down with the heel of his palm, whispering dirty words in my ear. Words I shouldn’t like so much. Words like,“Your tight virgin cunt squeezes me so well.”
Exasperated, the teacher shakes her head and walks up to the blackboard. The scrape of the chalk cuts through the silence while she mutters under her breath. I’m flushed, and my cheeks are blotchy with desire. I squirm on Ronan’s lap, in need of release. My core tenses and slowly melts as the pleasure builds between my legs.
“Good girl,” he praises, his hot breath dancing over the sensitive skin below my ear. “Keep nice and quiet for me.”
The teacher launches into a discussion about fire magic, but I can’t hear her as I climb higher and higher.
“You torture the girl,” Alaric says with a laugh.
“You know classes bore me, and this beats listening to Mrs. Avery.”
Just when I’m about to come, Ronan slides his hand out from my panties, leaving me trembling on his lap. “Not yet.”
What does he mean by ‘not yet?’I’m so aroused, it hurts. The look I give him when I turn on his lap makes Daemon chuckle and place his phone down on the desk.
“Come here, beautiful,” he coaxes, leaning back in his chair, his legs spread wide, the bulge in his jeans visible. “I’ll take care of you.”
A boy at the front is conjuring a fireball or attempting to while Mrs. Avery instructs him. Daemon, Alaric, and Ronan make it look easy when they do it. My feet move on their own accord. I have no say in the matter. My body knows that the boy with the cruel smile and hellfire in his eyes can give me what I need. Daemon smirks, and Alaric stifles a laugh behind his hand when I slide onto Daemon’s lap, spreading my legs beneath the table.
I don’t care. All I can focus on is the heat of Daemon’s hard chest against my back and his big hand as he slides my panties aside. I ache. Fuck, how I crave release.
“What will you offer me in exchange for taking care of your needs?” he asks, his touch a little too rough.
I don’t reply, I’m too turned on to think straight. If I respond now, I’ll agree to shit I shouldn’t. His touch verges on pain. It’s a fine line to balance, and I’m close to slipping off. I need more.
“Answer me, beautiful.”
“No,” I choke out, and he smiles as he slides his other hand up to my throat. His fingers wrap around me and he whispers in my ear, “Then I won’t let you come. I’ll keep you teetering on the edge until you beg me on your knees to fuck you so hard that you forget your own name.”
“Oh, God,” I moan under my breath. The other students are throwing us curious glances, but I don’t think they’re wise about what’s going on. They’re too distracted by a real-life angel. I’m as much of a mythological creature from their fairytales as they are mine.
“You won’t want to leave Hell once I’m done with you.” His warm lips press against my cheek, and his grip on my throat tightens. “You’ll beg and moan on your knees for me to let you stay. I suggest you do as I say. Be a good girl, and I might consider it.”
