Page 86 of Touched By Darkness

“What’s it going to be? Do you admit to working with Amenadiel?”

“I’m not working with him. Besides, how will I prove anything by removing my clothes?”

When I stay silent with my arms crossed over my chest, her cheeks stain pink. She rips her dress off and tosses it on the floor.

The room holds its breath.

My eyes cut to Daemon for a brief second, then flick back to the angel as she lifts her hips off the couch to remove her panties.

Her defiant, fiery eyes hold mine the entire time, refusing to look away even for the briefest of seconds. Leaning forward, she holds her panties up in the air and treats me to a dark smile that’s anything but innocent. “Happy now?”

The silk panties fall on top of her discarded dress on the floor.

A million thoughts swirl in my head, but none of them register when my eyes dance over her supple breasts.

How is it possible to be so ethereal? Everything about her is perfection, from the way her dusky nipples harden the longer I stare, to the soft curve of her neck. But what truly steals my breath are her chocolate-brown eyes, framed by wispy lashes that brush her cheeks every time she blinks, and her plump, soft lips with their defined cupid’s bow.

“Do you like what you see?” she asks, sounding brave, but I don’t miss the slight quiver in her voice.

“I don’t know, do we?” I direct my question at the boys. “Do we like our little traitor naked and at our mercy?”

Daemon simply smirks, amused by the games I’m playing with the squirming little angel. He rises to his feet, stalks up to us, and collects her panties from the floor. I hold my breath as he puts them to his nose and breathes in her scent before tossing them back at her.

“Get dressed.”

My mouth falls open, and so does the angel’s.

“Daemon—” I start, but he cuts me off.

“As much as I want to eat her pretty little cunt until she screams my name, we have more important things to discuss.” He throws her the dress too, then retakes his seat and puts his ankle over his knee, looking the epitome of unaffected.

Both Alaric and Ronan chuckle.

Me? I’m not impressed in the slightest. I enjoyed toying with her until Daemon put a sudden stop to it. I feel like a sulking child as I turn around to sit down on the armrest of Daemon’s chair.

The angel dresses quickly, hiding that perfect body of hers.

“Why are you being stalked?” Daemon’s voice rings out in a deep rumble I feel down to my toes.

“How would I know that?” she asks, pulling the dress over her head and covering up her swollen tits.

“You must have some theories? Enemies?”

“I don’t,” she grinds out, looking as if she’s on the cusp of losing her cool with Daemon. “If I did, I wouldn’t be in this situation, would I?”

“Cut the attitude.” His tone is final.

Grinding her teeth, she tears her gaze away and looks in the opposite direction.

“Do you have any enemies? People with a vendetta against you?”

Her jaw clenches as he stays silent. It pisses Daemon off. Though he hides it well, I notice the subtle changes in his demeanor, because I’m so used to his body language.

It’s never a good sign when the sound of Daemon’s breathing falls below an audible range. He’s hot-headed by nature and not someone who likes to leash his annoyance or anger. Especially not where bratty girls are concerned.

“Answer me.”

She stiffens.

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