Page 93 of Touched By Sin
The thought makes me fucking nauseous. How can I watch him parade her at school, knowing he slides between her thighs at night? I shake my head to clear it of those sickening thoughts. If I’m not careful, I’ll go after him. That can’t happen. Angel is right—I’m playing into my uncle’s hands. They’re doing this to provoke me, and I’m letting it happen. My father knows it too, but he’s too razor-focused on convincing my uncle to relinquish his title. Meanwhile, my uncle is poking me with a stick time and time again, just waiting for me to snap and do something stupid. Which I will.
“Unfortunately,” my father says, placing his hand on my shoulder, his grip tight, “you have no choice. He’s collecting her on Saturday, so make sure her bags are packed and she’s ready to leave by seven p.m sharp.”
“And if I refuse?” My voice is a low growl.
My father flashes an easy smile, but it has an edge. Darkness which birthed Hell. “We wouldn’t want to see anything happen to Angel, would we? She’s a smart girl who could have a bright future here at the academy.” He lowers his hand, takes a cigar out of his breast pocket, and puts it between his lips. After lighting it up, he puffs on it, squinting at me through the smoke. “I will not allow for weaknesses, son. Not now that we’re so close to our goal. I understand it’s easy to be blinded by pussy, especially someone as fine and rare as her, but don’t lose sight of what’s important.”
Clapping me on the shoulder, he walks to the door, but before he can leave, I blurt, “Do you really think it’s wise to give up the only pure angel in the land? There’s no one else like her.”
My father's gaze meets mine over his shoulder as he half turns. “You forget one thing. I used to be just like her. She’s nothing special.” He walks out, leaving me to brood alone in his dark office.
I’ve never before felt like my hands were tied. I fucking hate it. I’m going after my uncle, but how? If I step out of line, my father will lose the throne. But I need to do something. I can’t just sit back and let them take Angel. Why do I even care so much? When did I let her get under my skin?
* * *
As I walkthrough the front door, I hear them in the living room. Angel is laughing, and the light, airy sound travels through the walls, chasing away the shadows. Sprawled on the couches in the living room, their heads turn in my direction when I enter.
My eyes seek out Angel like a moth to a flame. She’s breathtaking with her blonde hair, big blue eyes, and that glow she has about her. It strikes me like an arrow to the chest every time, but behind the beauty lies fire and attitude. It’s what I love the most. She doesn’t take my shit. Before she came here, I pictured true angels as meek. Boy, was I wrong.
“Daddy looks grumpy,” she teases, lighting a match to my fire. Just like that, I’m hard and ready to choke the attitude out of her. I flop down onto the armchair beside the fire and pat my lap.
Shifting from her spot between Alaric and Ronan, she slides down onto the floor and crawls toward me while I crack my neck and adjust my aching dick inside my jeans. Fuck, the sight of her on all fours with her ass in the air and her eyes on me—how can I not want to kill for her?
When she nears, I keep quiet, curious to see what she’ll do. Her blonde hair is a mass of wavy strands, thanks to the rain outside.Thank fuck for Mother Nature. I’m dying to pull on it until her eyes tear up.
“You look like you’ve had a bad day,” she says with a smirk as she kneels between my legs and runs her hands up my thighs. Fingernails with black, chipped nail polish—courtesy to Dariana—inch closer to my crotch. Just as she’s about to hit holy ground, she stops, peering up at me through long, dark lashes. “Promise me you won’t do anything stupid?”
My throat goes dry when she walks her fingers over the hard bulge inside my jeans. What a fucking tease. I snatch up her wrist, gripping her tight enough to make her lips part. “You can bat your pretty lashes all you want. It won’t get you what you want. Not with me. Now, by all means, go ahead and convince me with your mouth why I shouldn’t do something stupid.”
A feminine voice from the doorway breaks our stare off. “I’m just in time for the party, I see.”
Dariana’s thick and shiny hair is down, and her little black dress has a slit up the thigh that goes all the way to her hip. Her perfect tits almost spill over the low neckline, but none of her physical beauty compares to the girl between my legs. Angel’s creamy skin makes my palm itch with the urge to mark it. The flames in her eyes burn brighter when I try to assert myself over her, which makes me want to do it more. I want to corrupt her. Own every part of her. I don’t know if it’s because she’s from Heaven and I’m from Hell. But it’s such a fucking turn-on to see her beautiful lips wrap around my cock.
Angel tries to wrench her hand free, but I pull her in closer, fisting her hair with my other hand and forcing her eyes on me. To Dari, I confirm, “You’re just in time for the party. Let’s play with our toy.”
My little angel has expressive eyes that speak a thousand words while her mouth remains shut. Right now, she hates me a little bit.
“Flare your wings,” I order, because I want to see them spread out in all their fucking glory while she chokes on my dick.
Dari ignores me, walking deeper into the room. “What did your father say?”
My grip on Angel’s hair tightens until she slowly unfolds her wings.That’s my good girl.“I don’t want to talk about my father. I want my fucking dick sucked.”
Used to my shitty attitude, Dari rolls her eyes as she takes a seat on the coffee table.
“Unbuckle my belt.”
Of courseAngel doesn’t listen, and I love her a little more for it. It makes me fucking ache with desire when she fights back.
I groan, letting my head fall back against the couch. The chandelier overhead has enough spider webs to make my house look like Dracula’s abode.
“Amenadiel turned up at the school today,” Dari says, causing my head to snap up.
Angel sets to work on my belt, no doubt trying to distract me. I shove her off, ignoring her protests when she falls to the floor. “You saw him?”
Dari smirks. “And heard him.”
Jumping up to her feet, Angel steals my attention for a brief few seconds when she begins swaying her hips in front of me, dancing to an imaginary tune my dick sure can hear. Her slender fingers slowly inch her skirt up her thighs until I catch a glimpse of her silk panties.
