Page 14 of Touched By Sin
“Fuck you,” I hiss through the drugging pleasure. “I’ll never beg.”
His hand disappears, and my eyes fly open.No, no, no.Why did he stop?
“Then I won’t let you come. None of us will.”
My swollen clit throbs with its own heartbeat, and my pussy feels empty. These feelings are new and foreign to me. I need the ache gone. I need to straddle Daemon and rub myself against the thick bulge in his jeans until the wave comes crashing against the shore.
“Daemon,” Mrs. Avery says, slowly walking up to us, her wings fluttering behind her. “Why don’t you show the angel how you conjure a fireball?”
I catch a whiff of my scent on his hand when he lifts it off my lap and clicks his fingers. A fireball sparks to life, and flickering flames dance in front of me, making me gasp. Daemon shifts his hand, and the fireball takes on the shape of a wolf howling at the moon.
Mrs. Avery glows with pride. “Well done, Daemon. Your powers are coming in nicely.
Powers?
She walks back toward her desk, her hands clasped behind her back. “Your powers all come in at different times. There’s no right or wrong. Some of you will be more powerful than others, and that’s okay. By now, you should all have the ability to conjure up hellfire at the click of a finger. This Friday, I’ll test you on it.” Her eyes find mine. “Well,almostevery one of you will have the ability to manipulate hellfire.”
“You’re not born of Hell,” Alaric whispers, leaning in from across the aisle.
“Stating the obvious,” I comment drily, making the three of them chuckle.
When the class ends, they drag me out of the room and down a long, carpeted hallway. The walls are lined with lit torches and framed paintings of fallen angels, all with large, black wings that spread out behind them. Students whisper and snigger as we walk past. I duck my head, feeling embarrassed. Daemon’s grip on my arm doesn’t ease up. I’m sure I’ll bruise.
“What are you doing?” I ask when he pushes me into the bathroom.
He ignores me, roaring at girls by the sinks, “Get out!”
They scatter like a sea of cockroaches, and then we’re alone. Ronan checks that the toilet stalls are empty while Alaric flips the lock. Scanning my eyes around the spacious bathroom, I back away. There’s a large stained-glass window to my left and a small couch pressed up against the wall beneath it. The air smells citrusy. My lower back connects with the sinks, and I let out a small gasp. They stalk me, three predators sizing up their prey. There’s no escape. I would have to run past them to get out, but how far would I get before they caught up? Would I make it past the first corner?
“You look frightened,” Alaric says with a knowing smirk.
They’re in front of me now. Ronan reaches out to drag his thumb over my bottom lip. He pulls it away from my teeth, his eyes darkening. His touch is not gentle, and I realize I don’t want it to be. I want rough hands and the promise of hell that flickers in the boys’ eyes. My breath hitches and my nipples peak, straining against the thin fabric of my dress.
“What shall we do with her?” Ronan asks.
Daemon shoulders past him, grabs my hips, and lifts me up on the sink. He steps between my legs, sliding my dress up my thighs until it’s pooled around my waist and my damp panties are on display. His finger hooks the fabric, pulling them roughly aside. My heart trips over itself, my breath catching in my throat when the cool air hits my sensitive slit.
“Let’s torment her.”
He fists my hair at the same time he shoves his thick finger inside me. It hurts, but I want more. “Let’s steal the very last of her innocence.”
My body rocks on the sink as he rams his finger inside my pussy hard and fast. The burn soon shifts into pleasure, becoming something wild and untamed.
“I want to see her crawl on her fucking knees for us.”
My head falls back on a moan when he pulls my hair to expose my neck to his hungry lips and sharp fangs.
“When we’re done with her, she’ll be ruined for other angels. Isn’t that right, sweet angel?” he taunts, grabbing my chin and forcing my mouth back to his. He kisses me hard, drugging me with his scent and the punishing sweeps of his tongue.
Alaric nudges him out of the way and then takes his place, teasing my throbbing clit with his fingers. He flicks it once, twice, then thrusts his digit inside me until he’s knuckle-deep. “Look down,” he whispers. “See that?” He slides his finger back out, and I gasp at the slick arousal glistening in the soft glow from the torches on the walls. “That’s what we do to you.” He shoves back in, much rougher this time. “We dirty you up.”
“Oh, God,” I whimper, clutching his T-shirt. I’m burning up. Slowly but fucking surely, the flames of Hell crawl up my skin, torching my sanity.
“You’re in Hell now, little angel. There’s no God here. There’s only pleasure and sin, all the things your creator denied you of to keep youpure.” He chuckles, and the dirty sound sends tingles straight to my pussy. “Fuck pure! We want you on your back, moaning with your legs spread, ready to take our cocks like a good little angel whore.”
I don’t even notice him leave, but then, when a moment of clarity resurfaces, I gasp into Ronan’s mouth as he grips the back of my neck, crushing his mouth against mine. His fangs elongate, grazing up against my lip. I taste blood on my tongue, a rich coppery taste that makes him groan and lean back to slap my cheek—not hard, but with enough power behind the blow to stun me. I blink up at him, dazed. His lips come back down, and he fucks me with his fingers until all I can see and taste is him. His scent, his power, and his whispered, filthy words against my lips.
“That’s enough!” Daemon orders and Ronan steps back, leaving me wanting and breathing hard. They watch me with hungry eyes.
