Page 57 of Touched By Sin
As the door shuts behind me, I blink back tears.
“Well, that went well,” Ronan comments drily, seated beside Alaric on the bed.
My tears seep out, wetting my cheeks. I’ve lost him. I’m nothing more than a broken ornament he refuses to part with, but he doesn’t like me enough to keep me on the mantelpiece anymore. I’m locked away in a dark cupboard somewhere. I’m the unwanted gift he feels obliged to keep.
“Why don’t you come here?” Ronan says as they both unbuckle their belts. “We’ll make you feel better.”
With one last glance at the shut door, I squash the pain down along with the rest of my confusing emotions. Out of sight, out of mind. My feet carry me over to Alaric and Ronan.
Their veiny dicks glisten with precum as I kneel down and lose myself in their darkness.
ChapterSixteen
AURELIA
As I wait for Dariana outside her classroom, a warm hand slides around the back of my neck and drags me along.
“How’s my favorite girl today? My cousin hasn’t killed you yet.”
“It was a fucking mistake.”
Dmitriy tsks, leaning in close to my ear. “There’s something I think you should see.”
My heart hammers inside my chest as we push through bodies and head toward the cafeteria, the last place I want to be.
“If you need to feed, I can wait outside.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.” He shoves me in, then pulls me over to one of the couches pushed up against the wall. My ass hits his lap, and he bands his arm around my waist. His lips brush up against the curve of my ear as he points across the room. I follow his line of sight and stiffen when I spot Daemon with a girl on his lap. Her black wings are small and cute, folded against her back while she toys with the hair at the nape of his neck.
“They look cozy, don’t they?” Dmitriy whispers in my ear, then, “He’s not loyal to you.” He squeezes my chin between his finger and thumb, bringing my eyes to his. “Daemon doesn’t deserve your loyalty. You’re in Hell now, sweetheart. The pain in your chest has no room here.”
I grit my teeth but don’t reply. I’m so sick of being torn apart by fallen angels.
“Don’t cry,” he whispers, smiling against my lips. “I would never hurt you like he does. If you were mine, I would make sure everyone knew. There would be no lesser girls on my lap. Only you.”
“You don’t want me. Why are you d…” I start but fall silent when a shadow falls over us.
I look up, caught in Daemon’s stormy eyes. His shoulders are tense and the knuckles on his fisted hands turn white the longer he glares at Dmitriy.
Fed up with their staring match, I rise from Dmitriy’s lap and walk out. Maybe Dmitriy has a point. Daemon doesn’t care about me. And what the fuck is my brain doing? I don’t care about Daemon, do I? Is this the point where I admit to myself that I want his attention? Haven’t I always wanted it?
As if summoned by the devil, he pulls me to a stop outside the door. “What the fuck, little angel? What were you doing in there withhim?”
Shouldering past him, I keep walking. The sea of students doesn’t part for me like it does for him. I have to shoulder my way through bodies to get away. He’s hot on my trail, breathing down my neck. I whirl on him, intent on telling him to fuck off, but he grabs my arm and pulls me to the side.
My back connects with the locker as he corners me with his arms on either side of my head. “Who was she?”
“It’s none of your business.”
He’s so close that his heat warms me through my thin dress. My chest is clogged with emotions that I don’t want to feel. If I could purge myself of this need for him, I would.
“I have to go.” I try to push past him, but he won’t let me. I’m trapped as his fingers dig into my chin.
“I’m not done with you.”
“You were done with me when you let that girl sit on your lap.”
I shove him off me and set off walking, swiping angrily at the hot tears that seep from my eyes. I wish he didn’t affect me like this.
