Page 39 of Touched By Darkness

Meanwhile, I stay locked in a battle of wills with the new girl. She refuses to look away first, and fuck if it’s not alluring. Other girls blush on the rare occasion I look at them with the full force of my gaze. Not only does the new girl not blush, but she also meets it head-on with a quirk of her perfectly arched brow. Why is she constantly challenging me? Does she not know what’s good for her? Antagonizing me won’t end well for anyone.

Just then, a slender hand lands on my stomach and travels up my chest. It’s followed by the stench of flowery perfume and desperation.

“Hello, Daemon.”

It’s Anya, a girl I have fucked once or twice who still keeps trying her luck. If I remember correctly, she’s bad at oral but has a nice and tight fuckable ass.

I break eye contact with the annoying brat to look down at Anya and finger a strand of her raven hair. It’s smooth and slightly wavy, even more so when I twirl it around my finger and pull. “You gonna let me fuck that sweet ass?”

Of course, she nods, stopping short of panting like an eager dog. “Anything you want, Daemon.”

I’m already bored, and that’s the problem. Nothing is a challenge anymore. Anya will let me drag her into the nearest bathroom, and then she’ll flip her skirt up before pulling her ass cheeks apart and offering me her asshole on a silver platter. It’s as exciting as algebra.

But because I can feel a certain someone burning a hole in the side of my face—and because I like it a little too much—I wrap my arm around Anya’s waist. I lead her back outside while reveling in the lick of fire that travels down my back.

No sooner has the door shut than Anya starts talking. Now I remember why I give her a wide berth.

“So my friends are, like, totally jealous right now. You rarely go back for seconds unless it’s Dariana, so I must be special. Oh, my God.” She giggles when I grip the back of her neck. “You’re so bad and so kinky.”

“Shut up,” I growl, shoving her into the janitor’s closet and shutting her inside. “I need you to stay in there for the next half an hour. That’s an order. Leave early and I’ll have no choice but to hurt you, understood?”

I walk off before she can respond. She won’t leave. In fact, she’ll stay an extra ten minutes so as not to piss me off.

I’d rather fuck my own hand than her.

Not only is she immensely boring, but she’s also predictable. Where’s the challenge when, with a click of my fingers, she’ll drop to her knees anywhere? I know, because I once made a girl blow me during class while the flustered teacher loosened his tie. I’m Lucifer’s son, so it’s not like anyone can stop me. And that free pass is what makes life so endlessly monotonous.

* * *

“Boys,” Amenadiel beams when we enter his office, “what a pleasure to see you.”

Ronan shuts the door, and Alaric takes a seat on the armchair across from the desk. I remain standing with my feet planted and my arms crossed. “Cut the crap.”

“What?” Amenadiel’s smile is too wide and too smug. “Can an uncle not be pleased to see his nephew?”

“Not in this case,” Alaric drawls, and Amenadiel cuts him a dark look.

“Who is she?” I ask, straight to the point.

My uncle rises to his feet and straightens up a pile of papers. “I knew you’d come to me sooner or later, but this sure is sooner than I thought.”

I remain silent, not in the mood to play his mind games.

“What information would you like, nephew?”

“She claims to have been kicked out of Eden.”

The sparkle in my uncle’s eye is one I’m too familiar with. He’s two steps ahead of me, planning his next strategic move, while I’m still trying to figure out what board we’re on. Is it chess or scrabble? “Yes, she was.”

My eyes narrow. “Why did you take her in?”

“I can’t leave a lost angel without a roof over her head, now can I?”

The air reeks of deceit, lies, and manipulation. “If you’re planning on using her against me, it won’t work.”

“You have such little faith in me. Why would I use an innocent angel against my own nephew?”

Behind me, Ronan snorts.

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