Page 85 of Touched By Sin
Pressing the T-shirt back on my neck, Daemon’s eyes fly up to mine. “Who did this to you?”
My mouth slams closed. If I tell him, Amenadiel wins. He wants to rattle Daemon and push his buttons until he’s forced to act.
“Answer me! Who the fuck fed on you?!”
“An animal.”
His gaze hardens, and he removes the T-shirt before shoving the blood-soaked fabric into my mouth and fisting my hair. “You’re lying! An angel fed on you in your dream.”
My eyes burn with defiance while we stay locked in a stare-down. He grabs my jaw, digging his fingers into my cheeks as he tilts my chin up. His threat crawls beneath my skin and burrows deep. “If you don’t fucking tell me who hurt you, I’ll fuck the answers out of you, and I won’t be gentle.”
My nostrils flare. It’s not like I can tell him with Ronan’s T-shirt in my mouth who hurt me, and Daemon knows it. He’s waiting for a sign to signal my willingness to talk so he can pull the gag out. If I don’t, he’ll keep me gagged for no reason other than because he can. His grip tightens, and the flames in my eyes burn brighter. “Who. Hurt. You?”
Shifting closer, Alaric and Ronan frame Daemon’s big body—three avenging angels hungry for flesh. Daemon’s warm hand slides lower, wrapping around my throat. Blood seeps between his fingers as he starts to squeeze. “Not going to talk, huh?”
Behind him, Alaric pulls his T-shirt over the back of his head before unbuckling his belt. Daemon’s eyes remain on me, watching my reaction closely while Ronan starts undressing, too. My throat jumps beneath his tight grip on my bloodied, slippery neck.
“You’re our slut, little angel. Our fuck toy. It’s time you show us how much you fucking like it when we touch you.” Releasing me, he climbs off the bed and removes his T-shirt while Alaric drags me down the bed by my ankle before flipping me over. His hand comes to the hem of my T-shirt, and he shoves it up, his fingers brushing over my skin.
I crane my neck to look at him over my shoulder, and his lips curve in a menacing smirk. Alaric holds my gaze as he slowly leans down and presses his lips to my creamy skin. A shiver runs down my back, chasing his lips on their way to the curve of my ass. Biting the globe, he drags his palm up my back, between my shoulder blades, and then back down. His fingers reach for the hem of my T-shirt and tear it off my body. I’m naked, at their mercy, with Ronan’s T-shirt stuffed in my mouth. At least the blood on my neck has slowed to a trickle.
Alaric smacks me, and I yelp. The bed shifts again as Ronan kneels in front of me, sliding his long fingers into my blonde hair. His cock rests heavily in his palm, and my mouth waters at the sight when he drags his hand over the veiny length.
“I suggest you tell us who hurt you.” Ronan pulls the gag from my mouth, then massages the swell of my bottom lip with his thumb. “What we’re about to do to you will sentence you to Hell forever.”
I snatch his thumb between my teeth and suck it deeper into my mouth while holding his gaze. Behind me, Alaric rubs my clit in slow, torturous circles. Daemon is leaning against the wall, watching the show unfold with a cigarette pinched between his fingers. He brings it to his mouth and squints as he takes a deep pull on the cancer stick. As angels, we can’t suffer human diseases. But we sure as fuck can enjoy human pleasures. A primal moan slips from my lips when Alaric fills me up with his fingers, hooking them just right to make my lips fall open.
Ronan slides his thumb out and cups my chin, rocking his cock against my mouth. It slides up my cheek before he leans back, prodding my mouth with the bulbous head. “Open wide, baby.”
Just then, Alaric smacks my ass hard, and I gasp as I jerk forward.
With my hair fisted in his hand, Ronan thrusts his cock into my mouth until I feel him down my throat. “Take it,” he growls before pulling out and sliding back in, slower this time. His eyes are intent on my face, the tears in my eyes, and the drool on my chin.
“I want to fuck her.” Alaric pulls me off Ronan, then climbs onto the bed. He lies back and guides me over his cock as he grips my hips. “Ride me until I come, Angel.”
Sinking down onto his length, I reach for Ronan, who shifts closer, watching me purse my lips around the crown of his cock.
“Yeah, you like that,” he breathes out, brushing my hair out of my eyes. “You like it when we take you.”
I moan, sucking him deeper. Beneath me, Alaric slaps my ass, impatient for me to bring him a taste of Heaven. His warm mouth envelops my aching nipple while he reaches up to squeeze my breast.
Daemon flicks his cigarette through the open window before walking up behind me. The bed shifts, and then he’s there, his big palm gliding down my spine and over my ass cheek. “Fuck, such a pretty whore.”
I jut my ass out, inviting him. I want to feel them all inside me, moving together and ruining me. My soul burns in their flames.
Daemon leans forward to grab something from the bedside table, and humiliation heats my bloodied cheeks when he spits on my ass and rubs the saliva over my exit. Then he squirts lube over my ass and inserts his thumb. It burns, but I soon find myself pushing back against him. My eyes threaten to fall closed until Ronan slaps my cheek.
“Keep them open.”
I gaze up at him as he pulls out and smacks his dick over my mouth while Daemon replaces his thumb with two fingers. A soft whimper escapes me, and Ronan shuts me up with his cock.
“That’s it, good girl.”
More lube, more fingers. “This will hurt, Angel,” Daemon warns me as I hear the telltale sound of a buckle being undone. “I won’t take it easy on you, beautiful. I’ll fuck you until you tell me who the hell fed on you. I don’t care how much you beg me to stop.”
Alaric bites my nipple, then soothes the sting with his hot tongue as he drags it over the hardened peak. Pleasure bursts behind my eyelids, trickling down my stomach in a race toward my throbbing core. Daemon grabs my hair while working the tip of his cock inside my ass, and the burning pressure has tears rolling down my cheeks. Ronan swipes one up and winks at me as he wraps his lips around his thumb.
“Fuck,”Daemon growls, digging his fingers into my hipbone with his other hand. “Fuck, she’s tight.” The tip finally pops inside, and he slowly thrusts forward until he’s balls deep. Then he starts to move, and the slide of their cocks becomes too much—too overwhelming. It hurts, but it also feels good. I want them off me, and I want them closer. I want them to consume me, fuck me until I’m ruined, and then take me again.
