Page 94 of Touched By Darkness

“So you admit that you might hurt him?”

Visibly flinching, she looks away. “What do you want me to say?” Her brown eyes clash with mine, imploring me to listen. “I don’t understand my own darkness, so I’m not gonna lie and pretend otherwise.”

“Learn to control it.”

“I’m trying.”

“You’re not trying hard enough.”

Her mouth falls open, and I shoulder past her.

“Fuck you, Alaric!” she shouts. “You know nothing.”

I whirl on the spot, then storm back to her and grab her hair. The silky strands pull taut between my fingers as I drag her over to the nearest janitor’s closet and force her inside.

Her back connects with the shelf behind her, and she gasps, but before she can open her mouth to protest, I’ve shut the door, trapped her against the cleaning products, and grabbed her by the throat in an entirely possessive grip that stirs my cock. I’ll be in a shitload of trouble with Daemon if he gets wind of this. He’s the leader of our group, and we don’t act without his orders.

But that doesn’t stop me from diving down to sink my teeth into her neck. I drink from her in long pulls, and she grips my shoulders while making these breathy whimpers deep in her throat that drive me insane.

I drink and drink.

I drink to the point where I know I should stop, or I might drain her. Still, I continue drinking.

When I finally allow my throbbing incisors to retreat from her neck, her grip on my shoulders is weak. I like her like this, at my mercy, with heavy eyes and parted lips.

Palming the back of her neck, I pull her away from the shelf and slam my mouth to hers.

Our kiss is raw, delicious, and dirty.

I bite her lip until blood explodes, and she snarls.

The animal in her slowly wakes up, stretching its limbs and shaking out its fur.

The fire within her burns with mine.

I kiss her deeper and harder, tasting my own desire on her tongue. Fingers tangling in her hair, my hard cock digs into her stomach, and my groans drown out her soft, feminine moans. I should stop this and step back in line. I’m not the heir to the throne. I’m touching something that isn’t mine. Something Daemon has staked a claim on.

Maybe that’s what makes her taste so fucking mouthwatering.

I wrench away from her succubus lips, grab her chin, and drag my teeth over the curve of her jaw all the way to her ear, then whisper, “Is this part of your plan? To divide us? Tear us apart from the inside out?”

She turns to ice in my arms, and I don’t like it at all, but the poison continues to spew from my lips. “It won’t work. You’re a cheap whore, and you mean nothing to us. Daemon might be fooled by your tight pussy and soft lips, but you don’t fool me.”

Her lips peel back, and she shoves me off with surprising strength, despite the blood loss, before slapping me hard.

“How fucking dare you, Alaric? You’re nothing but a puppet. You can’t even act without Daemon’s permission. You’re nothing. You’re no one. You’re always in second plac—”

I’m on her, cutting off her airflow with my fingers around her neck. I wrench up her skirt and snap her panties straight off before shoving them in my back pocket and cupping her cunt.

A wicked smile finds its way to my lips when I tease her slit with a single finger. “Like I said, a cheap whore.”

Her tight pussy welcomes my fingers home like a lost sailor at sea. She’s so wet that I meet no resistance at all.

“Look at how greedy your cunt is for my fingers.” I demonstrate by curling them inside her slick heat, and a strangled, choked moan dances on her luscious lips.

I fight the urge to ravage them like a feral animal. I’m in control, and this is dominance play. I’m proving a point by fingering her pussy like it’s my own personalized toy, tailored specifically for me.

“Feels good, hmm?”

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