Page 19 of Touched By Sin
I’m rock-hard. Didn’t her elders teach her why you should never poke the slumbering beast? This time, it’s her who walks out and us who stare after her like puppies waiting for the command to please their mistress.
ChapterFive
AURELIA
Dariana sneers at me from her perch on Ronan’s lap on the armchair, and two more girls giggle over by the window where they stand with Alaric. As soon as we returned to their house, Daemon dragged me up here and lit the fireplace with a click of his fingers.
I’ve since sat on the couch, trying not to kill someone with the poison dripping from my veins. My stomach churns every time the girls’ laughter drifts over.
Since my arrival in Hell, I’ve experienced a range of emotions I can’t place. This thick, clogging emotion that makes me feel nauseous is wholly unwelcome. I don’t even know what it means—I just know the girls are the reason for it, and I don’t like it.
Daemon sits in the armchair across from Ronan with his elbow on the armrest and his chin in his hand. His eyes burn into me, and my skin crawls every time his lips quirk. It’s as if he knows how uncomfortable I am. Maybe he does. I keep my eyes trained on the flames in the fireplace, so I don’t have to look at him or any of them.
“Headmistress is letting her attend classes?” Dariana asks Ronan. The distaste in her voice is unmistakable. She wants me gone.
“Yeah,” Ronan drawls, too distracted by Dariana’s cleavage as he dips a finger inside her low neckline. My teeth grind, and Daemon’s lips twitch.
“But why? She should just send her back.”
“That wouldn’t be fun,” Ronan replies, wiggling his finger. “We want to toy with her first.”
Dariana looks displeased. Where’s the fly swatter when she needs one?
I don’t blame her. I could do with one too, so I could swat away the two girls hanging off Alaric’s arms like he’s God’s gift to women everywhere.
Ronan slides down her thin shoulder strap, and the fabric follows, slipping off her full breast to reveal her rosy nipple. Ronan palms her breast, diving down to suck on the hard point. Dariana’s eyes flick up to mine, and her lips curve to the left in a smug smile while Ronan laps at her nipple. It’s all I can do not to shoot up from my chair and launch myself at her. The force of the emotion takes me by surprise.
I press my palm to my mouth, my trembling breaths gusting through my fingers while Dariana drags her fingers through his raven hair before guiding him to her other breast.
Sliding that strap down too, he slowly drags his tongue over her breast. I can’t look away, mesmerized by their show. I’ve never seen a boy pleasure a girl before. These things don’t take place in Eden.
Flames flicker in Daemon’s eyes while he watches me squirm on the couch, then, “Dariana, make our little angel come.”
What? I freeze, snapping my gaze toward him. What is he doing? Dariana slowly rises from Ronan’s lap and saunters up to me. Her full breasts sway with every step, and her dark hair moves over her skin, teasing her nipples.
“Ever been with a girl, little angel?” she breathes out, coming to stand between my legs. Her soft touch brushes my hair away from my eyes as I hold my breath, my skin tingling with anticipation.
I shake my head.
“You really don’t have any fun in Heaven, do you?”
A small sound of surprise slips past my lips when she drops to her knees and shoves my dress up to my waist. Her hands slide back down with my panties. “I can make you feel things these boys can’t.”
Ronan snorts behind her, and Daemon hides a chuckle behind his hand.
“You’ll never want to return to your precious Eden when I’m done with you. Let’s give the boys a show.”
My hands fly up to grip her silky hair when her hot mouth descends on my pussy. I moan, shuddering, unable to look away from her long lashes and red-painted lips on my clit. She sucks it into her mouth, digging her nails into my hips. The sensation is too much, and liquid desire shoots sparks down to my core as I fall back against the couch. God, I need this. After the agony the boys put me through today, my body trembles at her touch. I need a release. I need it so badly that it drives me insane.
“Little angel!” Daemon’s voice rings out, sharp and commanding.
I lift my head, trying to focus on him through this haze of desire that threatens to obliterate me.
“Don’t close your eyes. Look at Dari when she steals your purity.”
“Please,” I moan, unsure why I’m pleading. I want more friction, more pressure. More of everything.
“Look. At. Dari.” His voice is deep, clipped, and drips with sex.
