Page 110 of Touched By Darkness

“Well, why not use her as bait? If Amenadiel is, in fact, using her against us, we can use her in return. Not to mention her stalker. He was there tonight.”

I grow still, then sit forward in my seat. “What did you say?”

“Her stalker… When I found her, he was there in the woods.”

“Why the fuck didn’t you say something earlier?”

She levels me with an unimpressed glare. “I was sidetracked, remember?”

I huff a breath, and she continues. “Let’s set a trap. We can kill two birds with one stone if we plan it right.”

“Not fucking happening.” The tone in my voice leaves no room to argue, but she does, nevertheless.

“I’m trying to protect you, Daemon. You’re a powerful man with a lot of enemies. Don’t you get it? You’re too blinded by this girl to take precautions. You think the sun shines out of her pussy.”

“Careful,” I growl, and she throws her hands up placatingly.

“Okay, sorry. All I’m asking is that you put your safety first.”

“I’m not fucking risking hers for whatever paranoid shit is going through your head. So stop.”

She sits back, crosses her arms, and glares off to the side, like a petulant child. Her attention returns to me, and she unfolds her arms and takes a few steadying breaths to calm her emotions, then stands up. “What if you get hurt, Daemon? Then what?” She rounds the coffee table. “You’re the heir to the throne. Do you think your father would let you risk your safety like this?”

“Is that a threat?” I ask darkly while Ronan and Alaric shift uncomfortably.

Her jaw clenches, and it’s the only response she gives me. When I rise to my feet and stalk toward her, she visibly shrinks back.

“You think I will put up with your threats? That I won’t punish you because you’re my friend?”

She hardens her gaze. “I’m only trying to keep you safe.”

“I don’t need your protection.”

We stare at each other for a beat longer before she shoulders past me and makes for the door.

“You think the sun shines out of her pussy too, so drop the high and mighty act,” I call after her.

She whirls around at the doorway. “At least I’m not so obsessed, I won’t see the knife coming before it’s embedded in my back.” Then she’s gone in a flurry of flowery perfume and stinking attitude.

ChapterTwenty-Four

AURELIA

“Daemon?” I breathe out sleepily as his warm lips travel up the inside of my thigh. The quilt rustles, and then his mouth hovers over my pussy, his breath tickling my still-sensitive slit.

“Daemon…” My voice sounds sleepy even to my own ears. “Stop teasing me.”

His fingers dig into my thighs as he spreads me open for him before breathing me in as though I’m the finest aroma. A masculine grunt vibrates in his chest, and he slides his hands from my thighs to my hips. Gripping me tight, he pulls me closer to his mouth.

I cry out and my toes curl as my back arches off the bed. “Fuck…”

His tongue licks, his teeth graze and nibble, and his hot breath fans my folds as he eats me out with abandon until bursts of pleasure spark behind my closed eyelids. I wring the crumpled sheet, my heels sliding on the mattress.

“Oh, God,” I choke, jerking. “I can’t… fuck…”

The pleasure he evokes in my body is frightening in nature, like a deadly storm I have no control over. It tears through my sanity, leaving destruction in its wake—shattered, fragmented pieces that scatter when he blows on my clit before sucking it back between his lips. Then he flips me over with surprising strength, covers me with his body, and rams his hard cock inside of me. His hand slides up to wrap around my slender throat from behind as he fucks me into the mattress without a break to let me adjust to his thick girth. It burns so fucking deliciously, that I whimper into the pillows. His shadow looms over me in the dark room, his cock plowing through me with punishing lethality. He pounds and pounds, thrusting against my ass cheeks, his balls slapping my clit.

All I can do is take his brutality like a good girl.

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