Page 8 of Touched By Darkness

I blink. “I’m sure there are worse things than pleasure.”

“Where are you going now?” he calls out when I set off walking.

“I’m bored with you. We have class soon.”

He follows behind like a lost puppy; that’s what I get for defiling Oliver. I shouldn’t have touched him. If Daemon found out, there would be hell to pay. Oliver has never been in a fight. He wouldn’t stand a chance against Daemon’s unleashed fury.

The thought makes me tingle. Angry Daemon turns me on far more than he should. What I wouldn’t do to rile him up again.

ChapterThree

AURELIA

The foggy mist, clinging to my bare shoulders and beading on my skin, curls the ends of my blonde hair. The chill in the air raises the hairs on my arms.

Shuddering, I rub them while looking around the town square. “Amenadiel?”

A change in the air precedes his low, sinister chuckle as he steps out from the shadows. If it was cold before, it’s freezing now. My breath is visible in the air—a white cloud of smoke that slips from my lips when he cocks his head and drags his eyes down my body. I’m naked again, and the urge to cover myself overwhelms me. His eyes linger on my peaked nipples before skimming over my collarbones. His gaze finally returns to mine, brown on blue. “I forgot about the perks in Eden.”

Why am I back here, night after night? I can’t escape Amenadiel. He haunts my every nightmare.

He hasn’t tried to attack me since I escaped through the door, and it makes me uneasy, as if he’s planning something. I would rather take his anger than this calm version with a curved smirk standing before me.

He tsks. “You’ve been a very naughty girl.”

With my brows pulled low, I go to speak, but he laughs loudly before I can get a word out.

“You brought sin into Heaven.” Leaning in close, he whispers, “You dragged that boy into Hell with you the moment you touched him.”

I rear back, but he’s not done.

“There are some things Heaven can’t erase. Time maybe, but sexual desires? No. Not once you’ve had a taste of sin.”

Setting my jaw, I look away. His touch on my chin forces me to bare my shame to his curious eyes. “Did it scratch the itch?”

I stay silent.

His smile grows. “No, it didn’t. He was a poor substitute for true darkness. Let me guess”—he leans in, brushing his lips over my ear—“his touch wasn’t rough enough and his dirty talk didn’t carry the same sting. Kissing a true angel didn’t have the same appeal as letting the heir to Hell’s throne dirty you up, did it?” His hand slides up my arm, over my shoulder, and grips my neck. I should push him away, but I don’t. Not when his words crack like a whip over a bare back. “Fucking a true angel will never satisfy the darkness in you.” He tips my chin up with his fingers. “Luckily for you, Aurelia, you have darkness at your fingertips.”

Trailing the backs of his fingers down my throat, his gaze follows. His touch burns my skin as it travels lower, over the soft curve of a breast and a rosy, hardened nipple. He pinches it, making me gasp. “You don’t need to defile angel boys to get your fill of Hell.”

I shove him away, breathing hard. “Don’t touch me!”

Eyes sparkling with amusement, he circles me. “We have nothing but time, Angel. Time to get to know each other better.”

“What game are you playing?”

In a blur, he’s behind me, trapping my wrists against my lower back. Chills run down my spine when his lips spread in a smile against the crook of my neck, and my tits jiggle while I continue struggling in his grip.

Breathing me in, he taunts, “What game am I playing? That’s for you to find out, Angel.”

My breaths come quicker when his sharp fangs graze my sensitive skin.

“I hunger,” he whispers while placing his free hand on my hip and pulling me flush against him, “for blood.”

A pause.

“For sex.”

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