Touched by Darkness: (Sins of The Fallen Book 2)

I take a step closer, admiring her bound and gagged on the bed. Covered in dried blood, she looks monstrous with her red eyes and ripping snarls from deep in her chest.

I have never been more intrigued than I am now.

“Why are her wings so big?” Ronan asks, echoing my thoughts.

The first time she unfurled them, I couldn’t believe my eyes, and since then, she’s been on my mind constantly.

To see her tied to my bed feels like winning the lottery. Maybe that makes me as cruel as my uncle, but that’s the last thought on my mind now as I walk up to the bed and smooth my hand down her bound wings while she snarls like an animal that wants to slaughter me.

I tut. “So angry, baby.”

More snarls.

Behind me, Alaric and Ronan chuckle. “What are you gonna do with her?”

That’s an excellent question. I’d release her back to my uncle if she weren’t curing my endless boredom. She’s like a sparkly toy I want to play with until I break her.

I climb onto the bed, settle between her legs, and run the pads of my fingers over her soaking cunt. It makes sense to me now why I caught my uncle zipping his dick away. My cock is stirring too, when her animalistic snarls mingle with whimpers of pleasure. She wants me to touch her, but she also wants to feast on my heart. It’s a thrilling combination.

When I slip a finger inside her, I’m met with no resistance. She’s so fucking wet and tight, and her pussy clamps down around me as the growl in her chest intensifies. “Feels good, does it?” I taunt, adding another finger.

“I’d totally fuck her mouth now if she didn’t look like she’d bite my dick off,” Ronan says with a chuckle.

“Scared off by a woman?” Alaric jests, but he stays a safe distance away too, while I finger her tight cunt.

“She’s tied up and harmless,” I point out, then slap her ass hard.

Her fierce snarl makes my dick throb in its denim confines. I don’t remember the last time I was turned on like I am now. I want to tame this fire-breathing dragon with my bare hands. Force her to submit.

“How long until she returns to normal?” Ronan asks.

“It depends,” Alaric replies, watching intently while I smack her ass again before grabbing hold of her wing.

“On?”

Alaric focuses his attention on Ronan. “On how long he kept her locked in there with the human and how many times before he’s thrown her head-first into a pool of darkness and let her swim with the sharks. By the looks of it, she’d been in there for a long time when we took her away.”

“She’d been in there with him all night,” I reply, thrusting a third finger inside her. To the new girl, I say, “Such a good girl, squeeze my fingers like that. You want more?”

“What the hell is going on here?” Dariana asks as she steps into the room.

Alaric chuckles, then wets his lips. “She went feral, as you can see. We had to tie her down.”

Dariana’s eyes bug out. “And why is Daemon fingering her?”

“Because it’s fun,” I drawl, reaching forward to pull her hair. The angel rewards me with fierce snarls and growls.

Ronan hides his laughter behind his closed fist.

“Don’t you think it’s mean to touch her when she’s this out of it?” Dariana asks, and Alaric turns his body to face her with a frown. “What happened to Dariana, and what did you do to her body?”

“I’m just saying… will she even remember this tomorrow?”

“Doubtful,” Alaric mumbles, turning back to the scene.

Sliding my fingers out, I suck them clean, then shove them back inside her and finger her with renewed zest. I hunger for this little monster’s orgasm as much as she does, and I don’t care if she remembers this tomorrow or not. Because I sure will. “Grab a wing, let’s piss her off some more,” I tell the guys.

“Oh, come on,” Dariana pleads when they step forward, equally eager to have some fucking fun. “This is just cruel.”

“How is it cruel when she enjoys it?” Ronan asks, untying the ropes around her wings.

When they spring open, Ronan and Alaric jump back with wide eyes. “Shit, I knew they were big, but what the hell?”

“Restrain them,” I order, slowing my strokes inside her soaking cunt. “I want her really fucking pissed off.”

The air slices with every powerful sweep of her wings. It takes Ronan and Alaric a few attempts to wrangle each one, but their grins are wide and their eyes sparkle from the challenge.

Ronan grunts from the effort. “Jesus fuck, where did she come from?”

“Heaven, apparently,” Alaric replies.

“Doubtful.”

I lie down between her thighs, then grab them, sliding my tongue through her soaking folds. The sounds that rip from her chest are so fucking arousing. It’s like she’s begging for more while also threatening to kill me. I know she wants to. The bloodlust oozes from her every pore.

My fingers dig into her thighs as I lick her tight little cunt. The closer she comes to falling apart on my tongue, the harder my dick gets. I want to ram it inside her and stuff her full of my cum. I want to unleash my inner beast on her prone body.

I want to do bad fucking things to her.

“Enjoying yourself?” chuckles Alaric, who struggles to restrain her wings now that she’s properly pissed off.

“You jealous?” I taunt, sliding my hands up to her ass and spreading her cheeks apart.

“What a stupid fucking question.”

Her tight exit looks so damn tempting.

Leaning in, I sink my teeth into her ass cheek, then chuckle when she renews her struggle to break free. Blood pours freely from the cuts on her wrists where the rope digs in, but she’s oblivious, focused instead on her fierce anger.

“Easy now, beautiful,” I soothe, dragging my wet thumb over her puckered hole. “You’re hurting yourself.”

My thumb pops inside, and she stiffens.

“That’s a good girl,” I praise. “Nice and easy now.”

She has stopped snarling and is now panting harshly through her nose while I begin to fuck her ass with my thumb. When I lean back down and bury my tongue inside her dripping cunt, she makes a sound that’s almost like an angel and less like a snarling animal.

“Yes, baby, that’s it,” Ronan praises her. “You like that, huh?”

Her body undulates, welcoming me as the fight leaves her and the need to kill recedes.

I tongue fuck her in time with my thrusts into her ass until she’s a panting, sweaty mess.

Until I have her right where I want her.

Call me a dragon slayer.

“Are you gonna be a good girl and come for us?” Alaric asks, stroking her sweaty, bloody hair away from her face. “You gonna come on my brother’s tongue like a good little slut?”

“I can’t fucking believe this,” Dariana mutters over by the door.

“Stop being a bore. She’s enjoying it.”

“Isn’t that the fucking truth?” laughs Alaric, with her hair fisted tightly in one of his hands while he slides his fingers through her raven feathers. “Just fucking look at her, she’s practically begging for cock.”

My lips curve with a smile against her glistening slit, and I suck her throbbing clit between my lips.

It’s game over for our new plaything.

Pleasure bursts behind the red mist in her eyes, and she lets out a scream while rocking against my mouth.

I reward her with a hard slap to her ass, watching it jiggle like delicious jelly.

So fucking satisfying, and I’m still hard as a fucking rock.

By the looks of it, so are my brothers.

When I climb off the bed, Ronan comes to stand beside me.

“Look at that wet pussy.” His voice sounds as tortured as I feel, and I only just finished drinking her honey like it was my very own elixir.

Alaric is pacing behind me, his cock tenting his black sweatpants.

“We’re masochists,” Ronan grumbles.

“What’s stopping you from taking what you want?” Dariana asks, inspecting her nails. Then she wiggles them in our direction. “You just did, so what’s stopping you now?”

“That wasn’t about us,” I reply, my voice deadpan. “Like you said, she won’t remember it tomorrow. I won’t fuck that pink pussy, no matter how much she begs, until she’s in a state where she can remember me fucking her raw.”

“Well, you’ll be waiting for a while. Her eyes are still burning red.”

Squeezing the hard outline of my cock, I reply, “It’s a good thing I’m patient.”

AURELIA

The first thing I notice when I blink my eyes open is that my mouth is dry—so dry that I struggle to swallow. The second thing I notice is that I can’t move my arms because they’re tied to the bedposts.

My eyes widen, and I lift my head to look around.

What the fuck? Where am I?

I gasp. This is Daemon’s room.

“Did you sleep well, princess?” his deep voice drawls behind me, and I strain my neck to see him.

Of course, I can’t. Not while he’s seated on his chair directly behind me by the desk.

“You’ve been flat out for hours.” The desk chair creaks, and then he walks up beside me, fists my hair, and yanks my head back. His dark eyes roam over my face, drinking me up. “Your eyes are brown again,” he notes.

I try to free my wrists, but the sting has me wincing. “Why am I tied up naked in your bed?”

“You don’t remember?” He releases my hair and sets to work untying the rope.

When I’m free, I scoot up in bed. “No, I don’t remember.”

Everything is a haze. The last thing I can recall is when Amenadiel shut the human inside my room and locked the door. I liked his crying and pleading. The fear in his eyes and the blood from a cut above his eyebrow…

“Why am I sore between my legs? Did we…?”

“Probably from fucking the human you slaughtered so brutally, or it could be because I fingered you afterward.”

My eyes bug out. “What?”

Daemon is completely unapologetic, as always.

Walking over to his chest of drawers, he takes out a towel and tosses it at me. “The shower is through there.”

I follow where he’s pointing, even though I already know where the bathroom is.

“Don’t you want to wash the human’s blood off you?”

My eyes fall down my body. Blood coats my arms, chest, and stomach. It’s beneath my fingernails and in my hair. It’s everywhere.

I swallow thickly, then slide out of bed and make my way to the bathroom. The moment the door shuts, I lean against it and try to calm the anxiety clouding my senses. I’m at Daemon’s place. And in Daemon’s bedroom. I have no fucking clue how I got here, but it’s good news.

I push off the door, place the towel on the towel rail, and switch on the shower. It’s too hot at first, so I wait for it to cool down before stepping beneath the spray of water.

The moment it hits my skin, I let the tears fall while the water at my feet turns pink. It scares me to think about what I did to that poor human, and it scares me even more that I don’t remember.

But I feel strangely charged up, and power thrums beneath my skin like a current of electricity. Is this what Daemon feels after a feed? Why didn’t I experience this before when I was here as a true angel with white wings?

As I step out of the shower, I nearly jump out of my skin when I spot Daemon leaning against the opposite wall. “Jesus Christ, do you always lurk around?”

“With others? No. With you? Yes.”

I watch him walk out of the bathroom, confused about his comment, as I reach for the towel. Drying my hair quickly, I wrap the towel around my body before joining him in the bedroom.

He sits on the edge of his bed with his elbows on his thighs and his phone in his hands. Without looking up, he says, “I placed some clothes at the foot of the bed for you to wear.”

My lips spread into a smile at the sight of Dariana’s tulle dress. This reminds me of the first time I came here.

Letting the towel drop to the floor, I slip the dress on and adjust the straps. It reaches mid-thigh and shows more cleavage than is appropriate, but I like how Daemon’s eyes darken when he looks up. The hunger that swims in his gaze is all too familiar.

He stands up, curls his fingers around my arm, and leads me out of the room like a condemned prisoner. I can barely keep up with his big steps.

“Where are you taking me?”

“It’s time to answer some questions.”

“What questions?”

We walk down the carpeted hallway and then down the stairs before he leads me into the living room, where the others sit spread out on the couches.

As I enter the room, Dariana looks up and sneers.

Alaric shoots her a hard look. “Friends, remember?”

Her sweet smile could entice puppies to step into a meat grinder. “I’m sorry.” Then she looks at me and treats me to the same disingenuous smile. “Welcome to the party, sleeping beauty.”

If she had offered me that smile when I first met her, I would have been intimidated.

But not anymore.

I used to lick her cunt and watch her fall apart in my arms. Dariana just doesn’t know about it. So she can throw me all the poisonous glares and fake smiles she wants, but nothing she does can intimidate me anymore.

“Thanks, pussycat.” I offer her a wide smile of my own. It’s totally worth it when her eyes narrow on me, like I am indeed the villain in her story.

Daemon walks past me and takes a seat in his favorite armchair. I remain standing, looking between them all.

“We’ll make this simple,” Daemon says, drumming his fingers on the armrest. “You either answer our questions willingly, or we’ll have no choice but to hurt you.”

“Wow. That’s the first time I’ve been threatened with violence.”

“You won’t like it.” His cold, dark eyes miss nothing, exploring my face like a rare painting.

“I’ll take your word for it.”

He gives nothing away. His face remains a blank mask, and that’s what I have always found so unsettling and intriguing about Daemon: his ability to remain so outwardly unaffected when I know he is anything but on the inside.

I need to remember that I am no one to him now. Nothing more than a curiosity he wants to learn more about.

The feelings he used to have for me don’t exist here, and that’s what makes me fidget on the spot.

“How do you know my uncle?”

Ronan leans forward and grabs the joint from the table, then lights it while I look between them nervously.

“Come on,” Daemon commands. “Spill the truth. Don’t think too hard.”

“I’m not thinking hard.”

He wets his lips, and my eyes are drawn to the action like a missile. “You’re thinking right now.”

“I’m thinking because the answer is complicated, and you wouldn’t understand.”

Dariana snorts, and the dismissive sound annoys me enough to shoot her a glare.

“What wouldn’t I understand?”

Dragging my eyes away from Dariana, I look back at Daemon. “Amenadiel helped me out of Heaven.”

That’s a reasonable answer. It’s not a lie and divulges enough information without making me out to be crazy.

“Why would he help you out of Heaven?”

Now that is a complicated question.

When I don’t immediately reply, Daemon barks, “Answer.”

His sudden abruptness causes me to flinch. “You wouldn’t understand.”

“Try me.”

This is like the time I explained to Freya about the kidnapping. Only something tells me these angels won’t be half as understanding.

“Are you here to seduce Daemon? Is this some deliberate plan of Amenadiel’s? Because if it is, I will hurt you. Badly.”

With a frown, I look back at Dariana. “What? No! I’m not here to hurt Daemon. I would never do that.”

Dariana looks unconvinced as she crosses her arms. “Then why are you living with Amenadiel?”

“I told you, he was helping me.”

“And what does he want in return? Information?”

“No!”

She jumps to her feet, and then, in a flash, she’s in front of me with her teeth bared. “I don’t buy your lies.”

“I’m not asking you to.” I bare my teeth as well, refusing to back down.

“This is kinda hot,” Ronan says, slouched on the couch with the joint dangling from his lips.

I ignore him. “I am not here to hurt anyone.”

“You haven’t answered my question,” Daemon drawls, picking imaginary lint from his jeans. “Why would he help you out of Eden? And not only that, how did he get into contact with you inside of Heaven in order to even help you out? We can’t communicate with angels. Eden is bordered shut to outsiders.”

Fuck him and his intelligent brain.

“You want the truth?”

His dark eyes hold mine, unraveling me layer by layer, then he smirks. “I want the truth.”