Page 52 of Touched By Darkness

“Did you beg him to fuck you?”

My head shakes.

“You have a voice. Use your words.”

“No, I didn’t,” I bite out.

“Then tell me what happened.”

Shifting forward, I reach for the blanket that lies pooled around my waist, but his deep, gravelly voice cracks the air like thunder. “Leave it.”

My nipples are hard, achy peaks, but not because it’s cold.

No, I like the alpha in his voice.

“What happened?” he asks again.

I worry my lip while debating how much to divulge. “He admonished me for not following instructions, and then he praised me for indulging in the darkness.”

“Go on.”

“He used his strength to flip me onto my stomach, pinned me down, and told me that I had no morals left because I was lost to the darkness. And that he could do anything to me, and I would enjoy it because I was a monster at that moment and not an angel.”

“And could he?”

I wince, feeling truly fucking awful. My whispered ‘yes’ is as pathetic as the sob that follows it.

“Did you want to fuck him?”

After wiping beneath my nose with the back of my hand, I reply, “I didn’t want to fuckhim.I wanted to fuck. It was a primal need. I didn’t have the cognitive function to make sense of who he was. I wanted to kill, and I wanted to fuck. And not in any particular order.”

“Do you still want to fuck?”

I bare my teeth with a hiss, telling him without words to back off.

It gets his back up, because he sits forward, and his wings erupt behind him in a display of power and dominance. “Bare your teeth at me again, and I’ll make you regret it, understood?”

I do exactly that.

The hiss morphs into an animalistic snarl that intensifies when he shoots to his feet. I sound more like a vicious dog with rabies than a fallen angel.

Daemon has a wish for violence by approaching me right now. His cold, night-sky eyes pin me in place as he takes calculative steps closer.

I shift onto my hands and knees in preparation to fight. Every muscle in my body pulls taut, my grip on reality slipping away.

“What did I just say?”

My fangs ache, throbbing painfully.

“I told you not to bare your teeth at me, and yet you’re threatening the heir to the throne on all fours, naked and covered in another man’s blood. Human or not, that’s a little disrespectful, wouldn’t you agree?”

My eyes flash red, the mist intensifying.

“What do you want more, little witch? To kill me, or have me fill you up with my dick?”

He’s so close, and I’m holding on by a thin thread. If I can’t wrangle this darkness, I’ll lose all sense of self and attack hi—

Before I can finish that thought, he pounces.

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