Page 72 of Touched By Sin
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His apartment isflashy in a way I didn’t expect. It’s open-plan and spacious, with shiny, dark marble floors and windows that span from the ceiling to the floor. There’s even a balcony that overlooks the city. The couch in the living room is black leather, the kind of modern design that screams bachelor. No woman would have a couch like that without at least a dozen throw pillows.
“Angel,” Dariana giggles between kisses, stumbling toward the bedroom with the human. “Join us.”
Dragging my eyes away from the silvery moon outside, I follow them into the bedroom, where they fall onto the bed in a tangle of limbs. I’m unsure what to do, and when Dariana reaches for my hand, I let her pull me onto the bed. The human, who we found out is named Cole, pushes up on his knees and removes his tie while Dariana slides the straps down my shoulders before capturing my nipple between her plump lips. She sucks eagerly, and pleasure trickles down to my core. Cole tosses his tie to the floor and starts on his shirt buttons.
“Isn’t she so pretty?” Dariana says, gripping my jaw and smiling up at Cole. “Don’t you just want to fuck that pretty mouth?”
Cole palms my naked tit before shrugging out of his shirt. His ripped abs ripple as he unbuckles his belt. There’s a script tattoo on his ribs, and more tattoos than I can count cover his stomach and chest. He’s even got his birth year tattooed in large numbers on his chest.
“She’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he agrees, shoving his jeans down and stroking his hard length. My gaze slides down and then back up. I didn’t think humans had big dicks, but he’s impressive in the anatomy department. Not as big as my men, but definitely not small.My men?Shut up, brain. They’re not my men. They’re three captors that keep me like a pet because they’re bored.
Dariana lies down beside me, cupping my cheek and bringing my eyes to hers. “Open your legs, baby.” Sliding her fingers down my stomach and between my thighs, she begins to circle my clit. “Yes,” she breathes, “take what you want, little angel.”
Do I want this?
Cole’s big hand presses down next to me on the pillow as he settles between my legs. He tears a condom with his teeth, sheathing his length. “Look at me with those pretty eyes,” he orders, and Dariana giggles, flopping onto her back. She’s drunk. I am as well, but I’m not too drunk to realize this feels wrong, and when Cole crowns my entrance, I shove him off.
Dariana laughs next to me. “I knew you couldn’t go through with it.”
My cheeks heat as I sit up and hold my dress over my tits.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Cole growls, glaring at me.
Beside me, Dariana shifts onto her hands and knees and crawls up to him. “Relax, lover boy. You’ll get to come.” After removing the condom, she takes him in her mouth, and I peer up through my lashes as her head bobs on him. Meanwhile, his dark, heavy eyes stay locked on mine the entire time.
“You like that,” she teases, licking him from root to tip.
His gaze snaps to hers, and he traps his bottom lip between his teeth before shoving her away and climbing off the bed. He leaves the room and returns shortly after with a bottle of champagne. The lid pops and he takes a large sip as he walks up to me. Then he fists my hair, yanks my head back, and presses the rim to my lips. “Drink, Blondie.”
The cool bubbles sparkle on my tongue and pour down my chin and throat.
“There’s a good girl.” After handing the bottle to Dariana, he grabs my chin, bringing my lips to his. “Why’d you deny me?”
I try to move away, but he tightens his grip, freezing me.
“You frigid?”
Dariana chokes on her drink and falls back, laughing on the bed, the bottle extended in the air. “My girl is not frigid.”
“Could’ve fooled me.” He shoves me away, then climbs back onto the mattress and takes the bottle from Dariana. His throat bobs as he swigs it. Then, when it’s empty, he tosses it to the side and circles his fingers around my ankle. His grip is rough, and I let out a surprised sound when he drags me down the sheets. My skirt rides up around my waist to expose my pussy.
Cole grabs my wrists, forcing them up over my head. “You didn’t come here to watch me fuck your friend, did you?”
My mind is hazy with alcohol. I don’t like his touch at all. It doesn’t feel like when Ronan, Alaric, or Daemon touch me.
His makes me feel cheap.
“Such a pretty pussy,” he says as he drags his fingers through my slit. I’m dry, so he spits on his digits and tries again, rubbing my clit. Behind him, Dariana sits up with a raised brow, smeared lipstick, and tangled hair. The challenge in her eyes is not lost on me.
I shove him off, straddling his lap. His cock is right there, nestled between my legs and sliding against my pussy. If it were Daemon, my body would tremble with need and I would be begging him to fuck me, but he’s not Daemon. He’s not Ronan or Alaric, either. He’s prey, and I’m the cat toying with my mouse.
“Do you know what I like?” I whisper, slowly unfolding my wings behind me. Dariana’s eyes widen. “My friends don’t like to feed on frightened prey. They use their power to place their victim in a trance, if you will. Personally, I think it’s dull.” My teeth slowly grow, glinting in the light from the bedside lamp.
His eyes widen.
Suddenly, he can see my wings, too.
