Page 15 of Touched By Sin
As I lower my gaze, I realize the top of my black dress is pushed down to reveal my small breasts. My nipples are hard points that beg for a warm mouth and a skilled tongue. My daze slowly evaporates like the morning mist. I flick my gaze between the fallen angels. “What’s happening?”
They take their sweet time answering. Daemon steps forward, sliding my dress back up to cover my breasts. “We’re teaching you a lesson, little angel.”
“A lesson?” I ask, trying to close my legs, but he pries them open and slides his fingers through my wetness. Holding his glistening finger up in front of me, he says, “If you want to come, you have to beg.” He prods my mouth with his slick digit, forcing me to taste myself on him. “You don’t get to come unless we let you. It’s a privilege you earn when you’re a good girl. Please us,” he whispers, watching me suck on his finger, “and we’ll reward you.”
As soon as his finger slides out, I bare my teeth and snap my legs shut. “You’ll never get me to beg.”
They don’t look surprised by my response. If anything, they look pleased, as if they enjoy the chase.
“As you wish,” Daemon replies with a smirk. They file out, and I stare after them, wondering what just happened.
Are they coming back? Am I free to go?
Is this a test?
My pulsing clit is momentarily forgotten as I slide my ass off the sink before padding softly over to the door. I ease it open and peer outside. There’s no sign of them anywhere, so I shut the door again and consider my options. This is too good to be true—they’re not letting me go this easily. It’s a test to see what I’ll do. But there’s no other way out unless I smash the stained glass. My only choice is to step into the hallway and see what happens, so that’s what I do.
Inching the door open, I join the other students on their way to class. I’m the only splash of white in a sea of black. Students stop to stare at me with a mixture of awe, curiosity, and weariness. The crowd parts, revealing Daemon and his friends leaning against the lockers that line the wall.
I bolt.
My feet thunder on the stone floor as I turn the corner and run down the next hallway. I don’t know which way is out, and I don’t know how I’ll ever find my way back home if I do make it out. It doesn’t matter. There’s only one thought going through my mind on loop: I need to escape the three fallen angels tormenting me.
As I round another corner, I collide with a hard chest and stumble back. Warm hands steady me. I look up into a set of chocolate-brown eyes.
“Hello there,” the boy says, his eyes sparkling with amusement as I jump back, looking behind me like a spooked rabbit on the run from the fox. Or in this case, foxes.
When I try to step past him, he stops me.
“Where are you off to in such a hurry?” He looks familiar, but my mind could be playing tricks on me. All the fallen angels look similar, with dark features and black clothing.
I try to escape past him again, but he circles his fingers around my wrist and pulls me closer to him. “Are you okay?”
I’m not okay. Three dark-winged angels are trying to capture me. I quickly shake my head, looking nervously behind me.
“Who are you running from?” he asks, drawing my attention back to him.
“Daemon, Alaric, and Ronan,” I reply, figuring everyone here knows who they are. His jaw hardens and he slides his hand into mine, then steers me into an empty classroom. The door shuts with a soft click. Nerves lock me in place as he places his finger over his lips, telling me without words to be quiet. Soon after, heavy feet thunder on the floor outside. Alaric’s deep voice drifts through, “Where the fuck did she go?”
Their footsteps fade away until the only sound is my pounding heartbeat. The boy’s concerned eyes come to mine, and it dawns on me that I’m locked in an empty classroom with a stranger.
“Are you okay?” he asks. “They didn’t hurt you, did they?”
“No,” I reply, relaxing somewhat. He seems kind, unlike everyone else I’ve met in my short time here.
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I need to escape this place. I don’t know how to find my way out. All the hallways look the same,” I admit, feeling foolish.
He slowly walks up to me, his hands in his pockets. His broad shoulders and strong arms draw my eyes. Heat rises to my cheeks. Since I got here, I have noticed things about boys that I never did before.
“I’ll show you the way out,” he promises.
I light up with hope. “Really?”
He smiles. “Sure.”
My cheeks blaze red. I avert my gaze, fighting the urge to fidget. My body feels strange. Nervous and trembling.
