Page 106 of Touched By Darkness

“Turn around and grip the headboard.”

I do as instructed, not bothering to argue when Daemon is in this mood. He’s okay sharing as long as it’s on his terms. The need to dominate and be in control is a part of his nature as the heir to the throne.

The wood is cool to the touch beneath my hands as I look over my shoulder. Daemon grips the little witch by the hair and wrenches her back, then says to me, “Lift your skirt, Dari. Show her what she’s missing out on.”

I curl my fingers around the hem and slide my skirt to my waist. The cool air licks at my bare pussy while I wait with no small dose of anticipation.

“See that, little angel? You can lick it and touch it and fuck it if you give me what I want.”

I grip the headboard as if it’s the only thing holding me upright, when all I want is to growl at Daemon for playing power games while my pussy pulsates with need. We don’t all share his endless patience where sexual domination is concerned.

“If you don’t give me what I want, I’ll feast on her myself. I’ll eat that needy little pussy until my name slips from her parted lips in a stream of breathless prayers. She won’t even remember you’re here—imprisoned by your own fucking stubbornness. I’ll fill her up with my cock until she thinks she can’t handle it anymore, and then I’ll fuck her while you watch. Is that what you want, little angel? To watch someone else ruin that tight cunt?”

When she snarls this time, feral and vicious, shivers trickle down my spine.

“There she is,” Daemon whispers darkly. “Welcome to the party, my little monster. We’re only just getting started.”

ChapterTwenty-Three

AURELIA

Ishoot up, teeth bared, wings flared, and launch myself at him, determined to hurt him for threatening to touch my girl.

That’s what she is—my girl—and the monster in me, the darkness seeping out from the shadows at the threat of violence, wants to destroy him for encroaching on my territory. It also craves to feast on him, or more accurately, his heart, because it recognizes Daemon is mine, too.

Even if he’s a threat.

I’m not in control of my darkness. It has a will of its own and wants to seek and destroy.

Create as much carnage as possible.

I shove Daemon back with such force that he flies off the bed and collides with the wall, causing a framed picture to fall to the floor with a loud crash. His masculine laughter echoes in the ensuing silence. It’s not fake, it’s real, and the raw, gravelly sound draws my angel to the surface, but she’s soon drowned out by the darkness when he spreads his wings and stalks toward me.

“You’re surprisingly strong for such a petite little angel.”

My wings brush up against the walls, dangerously close to the burning sconces, but that’s the least of my concerns when he grabs me by my throat and shoves me down on the bed with such force that I gasp.

Dari shifts in my periphery as Daemon pushes down the front of his jeans.

“You like to fight me, don’t you, little slut? But do you know what you like even more?”

My lips twitch as I snarl in response.

“You like it when I catch you and overpower you.”

As if to prove a point, he slaps my pussy hard before ordering Dari to sit on my face.

“Show her what happens when she’s a temperamental bitch who thinks she can fight me.”

He releases my throat as Dari straddles my face and lowers herself down.

If they consider it a punishment to be smothered by Dari’s wet pussy, then I’ll gladly fight Daemon for sport. If anything, this feels like a reward for negative behavior.

Dariana rubs her clit over my lips, and I suck it into my mouth, gripping her slim hips.

“Look at me, Dari. Eyes on me while she eats you out.”

My nails dig into her hips. I don’t like her attention on someone else, but my possessive thoughts scatter on the wind when Daemon fingers my pussy. The way he stretches me and plays with me is so dominant that it leaves no room to question who is in charge. My body belongs to Daemon. A tool for him to use for his own erotic pleasure.

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