Page 100 of Touched By Darkness

“Don’t lie to me, whore. You reek of another man. Did he touch your cunt?”

My head shakes, and he bares his teeth in a vicious snarl.

I can’t see the others obscured by his big wings.

“I can smell him on your thighs and your fucking panties.”

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He grabs my chin and shoves me back against the shelf while he continues his sweet, torturous assault on my body. Arousal soaks his hand and seeps down my thighs. “You bring out the monster in me, little witch. Do you like the power you wield?” He bares his teeth again. “I don’t. I fucking hate it. I hate how you bring me to my fucking knees. The only one who should be on their knees is you, bowing to your future king. In fact”—he slides his hand out from beneath my skirt, puts it on my shoulder, and applies pressure—“you can worship my dick while you’re down there.”

I try to resist, but it’s futile. Daemon is too strong, too angry, and hellbent on taking back power. My knees connect with the marble flooring. I glare up at him and fist my hands by my sides.

He’s fucking wrong if he thinks I’ll let him take his anger out on me like this. This is a dance we’ve done many times before. It’s Daemon’s aphrodisiac, if I remember correctly.

But I’m not playing a game for once. I want his love—all the ugly and beautiful shades of it—but not like this.

Not on my knees in the library with my wings tucked behind me like a good girl. If that’s what he wants, then Daemon can pick any girl here that’s not me.

He tries to reach for me, but I flare my wings and smack his hand away. All that gets me is a delicious slap to the cheek.

The kind of slap that tells me I get no say in the matter. He wants me to suck his dick, and therefore Iwillsuck his dick, and my wishes don’t equate in this situation.

I must be sick, because I love the relief I feel when he treats me like this. These desires, so dark and forbidden, are allowed to grow and flourish in his garden.

He slaps me again. This time, I hiss and try to crawl away, but he grabs my hair and drags me deeper down the aisle. My legs kick out on the ground, and my skirt bunches around my waist.

Alaric, Ronan, and Dariana watch the scene unfold with matching smirks and flared wings to stop anyone who walks past this particular section of the library from seeing anything.

Daemon tosses me to the floor, plants his feet, and unbuckles his belt. “Cowering in the corner isn’t going to save you.”

He slides his zipper down and reaches inside his boxers to palm his hard length. “Come here.”

I shake my head and press farther into the corner when he stalks up to me and fists my hair. I’m pulled up on my knees, my neck arched at an awkward angle. He takes his veiny cock out and slaps the thick head over my mouth. “If you let other males have what’s mine, you leave me no choice but to punish you.”

My wings unfold and I shove him off, then take flight.

Gasps ring out in the library as I fly high above the bookshelves, my raven wings parting the air. “Don’t you fucking dare, Daemon.”

If anything, he looks thrilled by this turn of events. His enraptured eyes watch my big wings slice through the air with every sweep, but then he seems to catch himself, and darkness falls over his eyes. “Close your wings at fucking once!”

“Oh,” I laugh, “I remember, you don’t like other men seeing my wings unfolded. You think they’re sprouting hard-ons, Daemon? Imagining themselves fucking me from behind while I flare my wings for their twisted pleasure?”

“You shut your mouth!” His voice is a low growl, so low, in fact, that a shiver travels down my spine. Daemon is angry.

Very fucking angry.

Before he can hurl threats at me, I fly away, exiting the library. The hallways are too narrow for my wings, so I have no choice but to drop to the ground and take off running.

I run like the fucking wind.

But what’s more?

I’m laughing.

He’s on my tail, like an avenging angel. I can feel it, and the anticipation swirling in my belly is fucking delicious. I almost stop so that he can spank me for defying him.

I hope he spanks me so hard that I can’t sit for weeks.

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