Page 95 of Touched By Sin
How far will he go to push Daemon past his breaking point?
Dariana stops outside the doors to the cafeteria and sweeps her eyes over my face. Her worried eyes take in the shadows under mine. “You need to feed soon—well, that and sleep.”
She’s right. I haven’t fed in too long, and it’s making me weak. But the thought of feeding on the scared humans in there turns my stomach.
“We’ll take a trip to the human world later.”
I nod, hugging my books to my chest.
Reaching up, Dariana strokes the backs of her fingers over my cheek. “Are you sure you want to wait out here?”
“Yes.” I don’t enter the cafeteria willingly.
“Okay, I’ll be back soon.”
She doesn’t want to leave me out here alone, but she needs to feed. With everything that’s happened lately, she hasn’t returned to the human world, and neither have the boys. They’re all in there now.
“Just go.”
“Fine, stay here.”
“I’m not a dog,” I say with an eye roll and a smile, but I’m only half joking.
Dariana hesitates for a short moment longer before opening the door and slipping inside.
Moving over to the side, away from the doors, I slump against the wall.
I’m weaker than I let on. Exhaustion weighs heavily on me, and my eyelids threaten to close the longer I wait. I need a good night’s sleep, and I also need to feed. It’s at times like these that I miss Paradise. I never hungered for anything back home.
“Falling asleep in the hallways?” Dmitriy asks, making my eyes fly open. He’s right in front of me with his hands in his pockets, his eyes sparkling with amusement. His black shirt is unbuttoned at the top to offer a glimpse of his tanned, olive chest, and his dark hair is shorter than the last time I saw him. He’s had the sides cut short, but his hair is still long enough on top to give him that ‘I just fell out of bed’ look. I’m once again struck by how similar he looks to Daemon.
“Are you out here by yourself?” He tsks, inching closer. “Your guard dogs shouldn’t leave you alone and unprotected. You never know what dangers lurk in these hallways or who might try to steal you away.”
My teeth grind as I refuse to look at him. “You don’t have tostealme, remember? You’re collecting me like a cash prize on Saturday.”
“Oh, yes.” His smile is too wide and his expression is too smug. “I’ll be back then to take you home with me.”
When he cups my chin, I wrench free, but he pinches it between his fingers, forcing my eyes onto his. “Word of advice, beautiful. Don’t fight me, okay? Daemon won’t react well if you do, and you don’t want to cause a scene.”
I give him my best glare, telling him without words just how much I hate him. “You don’t need to worry. I won’t put up a fight.”
It’s true. I’ll do whatever it takes to stop Daemon from hurting his uncle or Dmitriy. Ronan and Alaric aren’t as volatile as their leader, so I don’t worry about them. But Daemon… He won’t sit back and watch Dmitriy haul me away into the night without a fight. Whatever happens, I can’t let him break the contract.
“Good girl,” Dmitriy whispers, caging me in against the wall. “My father wants the kingdom; to take his brother’s throne, but my wants are much simpler.” His lips brush the curve of my ear. “I want Daemon to squirm like a worm on a hook while I slip between his girl’s thighs every night, knowing he’s tearing his room apart in anger. Trust me, Angel, I’ll fuck you every opportunity I get just to spite him, and there’s nothing he can do.”
My teeth grind, but I stay quiet, keeping my anger firmly locked down. I’m an angel in Hell. This isn’t my world. I’m now a weapon to be used among men for power.
“Angel,” he trails his fingers down the side of my jaw, “don’t look so angry. I’ll take good care of you, I promise.”
“You’re as sick as your father!”
“That may be so,” he admits, staring at my mouth while pressing down with his thumb on the swell of my bottom lip. “It doesn’t change the fact that you’re going to be mine, so I suggest you work on your attitude. I am a patient man, but even my patience has limits.”
Just then, the door to the cafeteria opens, and Daemon, Alaric, and Ronan walk through, laughing. They soon stop when they look up.
Any other angel would have jumped back and fled for their life, but Dmitriy knows he’s got the upper hand over Daemon. He uses it to his full advantage as he slowly lowers his hand from my mouth. “Just getting reacquainted with my new girl before we pick her up this weekend.”
“You motherfucker!” Daemon surges forward, shoving him off me, but before he can throw his fist out, Alaric and Ronan pull him back.
