Page 44 of Touched By Sin
“Defy me again, and I’ll make you regret it.”
As he strides over to me, he orders Alaric to hold her down. Ronan retreats, and then Daemon flips me over on my belly and smacks my ass before unbuckling his belt. “I know you like her, Dari, but you’ll have to find your own toy. This one is mine.” With a fierce hold on my blonde hair, he yanks my head back, leaning down and whispering against my temple, “This will hurt.”
Daemon takes me with one powerful thrust, burying himself to the hilt. My shrill, pained cry bounces off the nearby trees.
It hurts.
Oh, God, it hurts.
He’s so big!
“Your virginity, like you, is mine, little angel. I want your blood smeared over my dick.”
He doesn’t wait for me to adjust. There are no candles, no rose petals, and no sweet touches. My hands slide in the damp grass, dirt clogs my nails, and my scalp burns with pain. Tears pour freely down my cheeks and my soft cries turn him on more. My pussy stings like it’s on fire, but I don’t beg him to stop. Despite this fucked up mess, I don’t want him to.
Dari’s eyes hold mine while Daemon stakes his claim beneath the star-filled sky.
“So fucking tight, sweet angel.”
“You’re fucking ruthless,” I bite back.
He slides all the way out, then slams back in. “You wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Ronan crouches down in front of me and cups my chin with a sinful smirk on his lips. “Don’t feel sorry for Dari. This is Hell. Morals have no place here. You take what you want, little angel. Right now, you want Daemon to hurt you with his dick.”
I snarl at him, and Daemon yanks my head back further. “Teach her a lesson, Ronan.”
Shifting up on his knees, Ronan unbuckles his jeans, lowers his zipper, and slides his fingers into my hair, then pulls on the strands until I wince. “You’ve been a bad girl tonight.”
My mouth waters when he pushes his jeans and boxers down.
“A very fucking bad girl.”
Daemon slaps my ass again. “Don’t be so upset, Dari. I’ll let you play with her again if you ask nicely.”
“Go to hell, Daemon.”
“Look around you,” he says on a powerful thrust. “We’re already here.”
The pain is slowly dissipating, transforming into something mind-blowing. As Ronan slides his dick into my mouth, I arch back against Daemon, silently begging for more.
“Such a good little whore,” he praises, grabbing hold of my wings in an entirely possessive and demeaning way. “If I ever find you pleasuring someone else without my permission again, I won’t be so fucking nice to you, my little angel. Understood? You belong to us, not anyone else. Don’t think you strolled in here of your own free will. No, we saw you, we took you, and until we grow bored of you, little angel, you’ll do as we say.”
Tears stream down my cheeks while Ronan fucks my throat. It’s brutal but, at the same time, worshipping. They want me to know I belong to them, but they also want to get me off. Every slap, every stroke of their fingers, and every hair pull is designed to bring pleasure and soothe the sting of their brutality.
“Fuck, you take our cocks so well,” Ronan praises me, staring down at my face while I gag on him. “I can’t wait until Alaric gets in on the act too, and we take you at the same time.”
“She’s not ready yet,” Daemon states behind me. I want to argue with him, but Ronan’s grip on my hair holds me in place, his cock buried deep in my throat.
Snaking his hand beneath me, Daemon rubs my swollen clit hard and fast until I hurtle over the precipice. My body tenses when every muscle in my body contracts.
“That’s it, baby. Come on my cock. Let me feel you squeeze me.”
These boys will be the death of me. It’s so intense.
They pull out and step behind me as I fight to catch my breath.
Daemon slaps my wings. “Spread them.”
