Page 48 of Touched By Darkness

“Because I’m gonna destroy her, and I need her to feel like she has someone on her side. Otherwise, she’ll cry on Dmitriy’s shoulder.”

“Your plan is riddled with more holes than the Titanic.”

“It’s lucky we don’t live in the human world then.”

Alaric sits up, grabs a joint from the coffee table, and lights up, then looks at me. “You don’t think you can get her to trust you?”

Folding my arms over my chest while looking at him over my shoulder, I give him an unimpressed look. “I know I can get her to trust me. Are you questioning my abilities?”

“Maybe.”

Daemon’s chest vibrates with amused chuckles. Of course, he knows I can’t help but rise to the challenge.

“Trust me, Alaric. I’ll have her spill all her secrets to me in no time.”

Daemon trails his fingers down my arm. “Meanwhile, she’ll be sucking on my dick.”

I whirl around and glare at him. “You think I’m doing this for you, so you can amuse yourself with another plaything until you’re bored?”

“I think you talk too much,” he drawls, a tinge of laughter lingering at the edges of his voice. “Why don’t you put that pretty mouth to better use?”

With a slap on my ass, he orders me to kneel between his legs, and I go willingly because this is Daemon, the next heir to the throne. He’s not a man you deny.

I know that.

Everyone in this kingdom knows that.

The sound of his belt buckle being undone rings out in the room while I wait, not-so patiently. I’ve always liked Daemon’s dick. It’s thick, long, and decorated with purple veins that beg for a flattened tongue.

What I don’t like is how bored Daemon looks.

Bored with me. Life. Himself.

Every-fucking-thing.

His fingers tangle in my long hair as I take him as deep as I can, servicing his needs like the true royal he is.

And maybe, just maybe, I’m a little bit bored, too.

With him. Life. Myself.

Everything.

Maybe I’m strangely intrigued by the new girl, after all, and the challenge I saw in her eyes when she said, “That’s for me to know and for you to find out.”

I’m not of royal blood like Daemon, but I’ve always existed in his orbit. I’ve witnessed firsthand how others want a piece of him purely to satisfy their need for fame, status, and financial security.

I’m no better, sucking him off because he clicked his fingers, but this is us.

We use each other to fill the void that no amount of blood, revenge, or chaos can fill.

With a deep grunt, his seed fills my mouth, and I swallow it all until he shoves me away.

“My turn,” Alaric jests, holding out his joint for me.

I flip him off, then snatch the joint. “Not fucking happening. The day I suck your dick is a cold day in hell.”

AURELIA