Page 33 of Touched By Sin
“It’s been three hours,” Ronan comments. Knowing that fucker, he probably feels sorry for her.
“And she can wait for three more.” I bring the cigarette to my lips, letting my eyes fall closed. The embers spark. I’m so fucking relaxed. More so than I have been in a long time. I like thinking of her kneeling in my bedroom while she awaits my return. Her pretty face covered in my brothers and me. I bet her clit throbs.
A small part of me hopes she has moved so I can hurt her. The thought of putting her on my knee and spanking some fucking gratitude into her is an itch I need to scratch. Why is she so fucking stubborn? I know she wants my dick, so why is she refusing to say please?
I groan, rubbing my eyes, the cigarette pinched between my two fingers. I want her to beg so fucking badly. No, Ineedher to.
“What the fuck will it take to break her?” Alaric asks, echoing my thoughts.
I lower my hand and open my eyes. The firelight reflects off the chandelier. “I don’t fucking know, but I’m determined to find out.”
“We could just fuck her anyway. It’s not like she doesn’t want it,” Ronan says.
“No,” I reply, “she’ll beg.”
“And when she does, we’ll ruin her.”
My smile is slow to form. Alaric is as brutal as me; he knows we’ll tear into her like a pack of ruthless, feral animals. When we’re done with her, she won’t know her own name anymore, and she certainly won’t be dry-humping human men in bars. The mere thought has me fisting my hands. I take another pull on the cigarette to calm myself down before I do something I’ll regret, like walk up there and fuck her ass raw. Smoke curls in the air while the burning wood crackles in the fireplace.
“What happened in the alleyway?” Alaric asks.
I don’t want to think about it. “It was a glitch.”
“A glitch?” laughs Ronan, then rolls his head on the back of the couch to look at me. “What do you think this is? A Super Mario game?”
I snort a laugh, but it’s a tired sound. What is Aurelia doing to me? I’m faulty. I failed to fuck a human girl, and then I killed a man. All because of an angel with blonde hair and blue doe eyes.
“Fuck, man,” I groan, rubbing my face. “We’ll have to invite Dari and her friends over. Set this shit right.”
“Don’t act like such a dick,” Alaric says with a laugh. “You don’t want to fuck Dari.”
“I also don’t want to be pussy whipped. No woman gets to have that power over me.”
Ronan sits forward and snatches the cigarette from between my lips. He takes a deep drag, holds it in his lungs, then blows the smoke in my face. “Too late, brother. She’s got you by your motherfucking balls.”
I shove his face away, making him laugh. “Let’s show her who’s in charge.”
We stand up and make our way upstairs. My dick stirs with anticipation. What will we find? Is she still kneeling like a good girl, or did she disobey me? I win either way.
The hallway is quiet except for our heavy footsteps and the rain pattering on the window. I feel fantastic now that I’ve fed—strong and alive. It also helps to have my little angel where I want her: on her knees and submitting to me.
I exchange a smirk with my brothers as I place my hand on the door handle.
Alaric lifts his chin.Open it.
Pushing down on the handle, I inch open the door like a kid at Christmas. The little angel is the wrapped toy, and I can’t wait to tear into her packaging.
“Well, well,” I say smugly when I walk in and find her kneeling like I ordered her to.
The fire still burns in her eyes, threatening to incinerate anything that steps too close. Behind me, Ronan chuckles cruelly, the sound dripping with darkness.
“Our little whore can be a good girl after all.”
Her wings spring open, knocking over the candleholder and books on the nightstand as she bares her teeth. I fucking love it when she does that.
“Whoa!” Ronan exclaims behind me. “Someone is feeling threatened.”
“What are we going to do with her?” Alaric taunts, circling her like prey. “Should we punish her?”
