Page 109 of Touched By Darkness

“You think you’re done, little whore?”

My attention directs to the left, where Daemon drops the towel to reveal a very hard, veiny cock.

“You still haven’t revealed your name, and we’ll keep fucking you until you use that sweet voice of yours.”

The bed shifts behind me, and then Dariana sweeps my hair off my shoulder and whispers in my ear, “Word of advice, just tell him, or they’ll tear you to pieces until there’s nothing left of you to put back together.”

Daemon stalks closer, eyeing my ruined face with savage intensity and my naked body that bears their markings. “What’s it gonna be, sweet thing? Are you ready to talk, or is your appetite for the depraved still not satisfied?”

My reply takes on the shape of penetrating silence. It twists his lips into a cruel smile that raises the hairs on my arms.

He fists his thick cock and lifts his chin in a silent command to crawl closer and worship him on my knees.

I chew on my lip for a brief moment, watching him pleasure himself. In the end, my fate is sealed by the veins in his big hands and arms. I crawl forward on my hands and knees, staring up at him while he slides my hair away from my brow in a deceptively gentle touch.

There’s nothing gentle about him.

When he fists the hair at the back of my head in a tight enough grip to make me wince, my nipples pucker, and my pussy rejoices as it tingles with renewed need.

The red mist darkening my vision is met by his sinful smirk. “You coming out to play again, little monster?”

I snarl, and he grips me harder, tearing out strands of my hair.

“Don’t be a bitch.”

My lips peel back, revealing sharp fangs that glint in the firelight from the sconces.

“What did I just say?” The tone in his voice is malicious, promising pain if I don’t behave.

I still don’t back down. The monster inside me—the darkness that hungers for pain and chaos, won’t let me. It rises to the challenge in his eyes and reflects it back tenfold.

When he smiles this time, it’s with no small amount of satisfaction. “Dari, hold her down. It’s time to teach her a lesson.”

DAEMON

Later that evening, afterAurelia—yes, we made her sing in the end—passes out in bed, we gather in the living room. I’m slouched on the couch with a beer bottle in my hand. It’s not often I’m this content. Victory tastes good on my tongue.

While the flames grow taller in the fireplace, Dari watches me closely. Despite fucking Aurelia—hell, I love her name—to within an inch of her life, Dari is still suspicious.

I’m too satiated to pay attention to her probing gaze. She wants me to look at her and give her the opening she needs to speak her mind. I don’t. I keep drinking my beer while listening to the faint crackle from the roaring flames.

Ronan is half asleep beside her on the couch, and the cigarette pinched between his finger is almost down to the filter.

Just when I think she’ll drop whatever ideas taking up unnecessary headspace, she speaks. “I know you’re too obsessed with her to question her motives, but we still need to be careful, Daemon.Youneed to be careful.”

“And you, Dari, need to relax,” Alaric says, face down on the floor, his face cushioned by his arms.

“I think she ruined us,” Ronan murmurs as he brings the cigarette to his lips, realizing it’s nearly singeing his fingers. He puts it out in the ashtray on the coffee table, then rubs a hand over his face. “I don’t think I’ll ever recover.”

“You and me both,” I chuckle.

“Hello!” Dariana drags the word out, looking between the three of us. “This could be part of her plan.”

“Just fucking relax,” Alaric growls. “You look at her like she hung the moon, too.”

“As if,” she says with a snort, then levels me with a look. “We should set a trap.”

I frown. “Why?”

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