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

“Daemon?” I breathe out sleepily as his warm lips travel up the inside of my thigh. The quilt rustles, and then his mouth hovers over my pussy, his breath tickling my still-sensitive slit.

“Daemon…” My voice sounds sleepy even to my own ears. “Stop teasing me.”

His fingers dig into my thighs as he spreads me open for him before breathing me in as though I’m the finest aroma. A masculine grunt vibrates in his chest, and he slides his hands from my thighs to my hips. Gripping me tight, he pulls me closer to his mouth.

I cry out and my toes curl as my back arches off the bed. “Fuck…”

His tongue licks, his teeth graze and nibble, and his hot breath fans my folds as he eats me out with abandon until bursts of pleasure spark behind my closed eyelids. I wring the crumpled sheet, my heels sliding on the mattress.

“Oh, God,” I choke, jerking. “I can’t… fuck…”

The pleasure he evokes in my body is frightening in nature, like a deadly storm I have no control over. It tears through my sanity, leaving destruction in its wake—shattered, fragmented pieces that scatter when he blows on my clit before sucking it back between his lips. Then he flips me over with surprising strength, covers me with his body, and rams his hard cock inside of me. His hand slides up to wrap around my slender throat from behind as he fucks me into the mattress without a break to let me adjust to his thick girth. It burns so fucking deliciously, that I whimper into the pillows. His shadow looms over me in the dark room, his cock plowing through me with punishing lethality. He pounds and pounds, thrusting against my ass cheeks, his balls slapping my clit.

All I can do is take his brutality like a good girl.

Removing his hand from my throat, he slams his palm over my mouth to muffle my moans. The more I whimper, the harder he fucks me, spurred on by the wet sounds elicited from my pussy. I sound like a needy whore.

His needy whore.

Heat pools low in my belly, curling and tingling. I’m about to come. My spasming cunt clamps down on his cock as if it wants to imprison him and never fucking let him go. Fuck, if he makes me feel like this all the time, I never want him to stop.

He pinches my nose, effectively cutting off my airflow, and then as he slides his hand beneath me to rub my clit, I come. The orgasm tears through me like a crash wave, my lungs burning with the need to inhale a breath.

Three more thrusts, then he stills, whispering in my ear while my cunt continues milking his cock. “Such a filthy little whore. I bet Daemon never fucked you this good.”

I freeze.

Everything fucking stops.

Amenadiel’s cock still pumps me full of cum, jerking inside me. I can feel every twitch even more acutely now that my nostrils fill with his spicy scent when he releases my nose.

This time when my muffled whimper sounds beneath his big palm on my mouth, it’s one of fear and shame.

I let him fuck me, thinking it was Daemon.

Amenadiel makes no move to slide out from me, and I make no move to shift him off me. He’s too heavy, holding me immobile with his weight.

“It’s okay to admit that you enjoyed every second. Your pussy doesn’t lie, and I don’t judge.” His cruel chuckle sends shivers down my back. “I’ve never felt a pussy squeeze me that hard.”

Tears prick the backs of my eyes.

Shame clogs my throat and steals my voice unlike anything I’ve experienced. I wait, silent and barely breathing, until he shifts off me to tuck his softening dick away. Only then do I scramble back and clutch the quilt to my naked chest while his sticky cum seeps from my pussy.

I’ve never felt this dirty before.

Used…

Reaching forward, Amenadiel cups my chin and drags his thumb over my lips non-too gently. “Next time, I’ll fuck this pretty mouth.”

I wrench free, about to hurl abuse at him, when my eyes snag on the door behind him. It hovers midair, wide-open, oozing darkness, like pus from an infected wound. Unlike the last door I entered, what waits for me on the other side of this one is a black void. As deep and frightening as an uncharted oceanic trench.

Amenadiel’s fingers dig into my chin, stealing my attention. “I’ll shove my cock so far down your throat that you’ll claw my thighs while choking and crying.”

When I stay silent, he follows my gaze as it drifts back over his shoulder.

“What is with you and your fascination with doors?” His voice carries a tinge of amusement. Then he looks back at me and jostles my chin. “We both know you’re too scared to enter it a second time.”

He’s not wrong.

Whatever lurks behind that door is not good.

A shadowed hand, with crooked, arthritic fingers, emerges from the darkness. It reaches for me, elongating and twisting grotesquely, bones snapping, skin breaking open to reveal rotting flesh and maggots. As it crawls closer on the bed, I scramble back and a frightened gasp slips from my lips.

“What’s happening?” I choke out, cowering against the bed frame, with the sheet pooling around my waist. I’m too scared to care that Amenadiel’s hungry gaze roams over my naked breasts like he wants to feast on them.

“The darkness is claiming you.”

“What?” I shriek, kicking my foot when pale, ice-cold, and gnarly fingers wrap around my ankle.

“I can help you on one condition.”

“What condition?” I blurt out, kicking at the monstrous hand again when it tries to grab for me.

Sharp, torn nails cut my skin and dig into my ankle.

“It’s simple.” Amenadiel watches my struggle, his eyes twinkling in the darkness. “I want you to belong to me.”

My eyes fly up, but the hand encircles my ankle before I can reply. It pulls so roughly that I fly off the bed.

I fall to the floor with a hard thud, my breath knocked from my lungs. I scream, clawing the floor as I’m dragged to the gaping mouth of the door.

I scream, but no one hears me.

I scream, but no one comes to my rescue.

I wake with a start, frantically brushing my hair away from my face before scanning the room. I’m alone, and it’s early morning.

I look away from the clock on the nightstand and move the quilt down to inspect my stinging ankle.

Several long scratches that ooze blood decorate my skin. A surprised gasp leaves me and my hand flies up to my mouth. I breathe in a few deep breaths to wrangle my panic. It doesn’t help. The fear mounts and mounts and builds in intensity, until I fly out of bed, too frantic to sit still and do nothing.

I pace the room with my hands buried in the long strands of my hair. I pull and tug, but despite my best efforts to make my scalp prickle, it does little to soothe me. I can’t survive another round of tormenting doors and nightmares.

I turn to leave my room, but my eyes land on the crumpled note on my nightstand. It wasn’t there last night, was it?

A sense of trepidation washes over me as I slowly make my way over. Something is wrong. Very fucking wrong.

I stop, staring down at the note.

Is that smeared drops of blood?

With a trembling hand, I reach out to pick it up, despite the voice in my head that tells me to leave it alone and make a run for it. My wings flutter with unease beside me as I read the scrawled handwriting.

You’re not safe anywhere.

Dropping the note to the floor, a fearful whimper dances on my lips. The stalker was in my bedroom, watching me sleep.

He could have killed me as I lay defenseless.

“Are you okay?”

I whirl around. Daemon leans against the doorway, staring at me with a furrow between his dark brows.

“I’m fine,” I blurt as his eyes glide to the note on the floor.

He pushes off the doorway, eats up the distance between us, then bends down to pick up the note. His eyes fly over the scrawled handwriting. He reads it over slowly again before looking up at me with a clenched jaw and murder burning in his gaze. “He was here? Watching you sleep.”

The first line is said as a question, and the second part is a statement accentuated by the vibrating anger in his voice.

I don’t know what to reply, so I stay silent, praying the trembling in my limbs settles down.

“Why is the air so tense in here?” Ronan half-jokes in the doorway as the others join us. Daemon hands him the note without taking his eyes off me.

Silence descends once again before Ronan breathes out, “Shit.”

“What?” Dariana steals the note.

“We need to tighten security,” Ronan tells Daemon with a pointed gaze.

“How the fuck did he get in?”

I sit down on the bed, tuning out their tense conversation. “I can’t do this anymore,” I whisper.

Their conversation falls silent. They turn to face me as I stand up. “I need to leave.”

“The fuck you will.” Daemon appears, like a broad-shouldered God in front of me. His dark gaze burns into me until he begins to blur, and when I try to move past him, he grabs my shoulders and shoves me down onto the bed. “You’re staying right here.”

“You don’t get it.” I kneel on the mattress, staring them all down. “He’ll come back, and he won’t stop.”

Daemon’s hand flies out. He grabs me by the throat in an entirely possessive grip that causes my wings to erupt from my back, knocking over items on the nightstand. “And we’ll kill him. I’ll kill him if he comes anywhere near you.”

“He watched me sleep last night… Maybe he even touched himself,” I choke out. “You couldn’t stop him then.”

His grip tightens, and he bares his vicious teeth. “You doubt my ability to protect you?”

My throat jumps beneath his tight grip as I swallow. “I don’t think the biggest threat is the stalker.”

“Then who?” He leans down, bringing us face to face, his dark gaze singeing my skin.

“I am.”

Silence descends on the room, thick, oppressive, and filled with so much crackling tension that I hold my breath until his wafts over my lips in a chuckle.

“Are you threatening me?” Judging by the tone in his voice, it almost sounds like he wants me to say yes.

My head shakes. “Not me, but the darkness residing inside me.”

“Interesting,” Daemon muses, leaning down and sinking his teeth into my lip. He pulls it away from my teeth, and I wince when he bites down. His fingers dig into my throat. “I have a message for your darkness, little angel. If it rears its head, I’ll feast on it while pumping your greedy cunt full of my cum. I’ll leash it and feed it dog treats like a good puppy before slaughtering it with my bare hands for even thinking it can steal you from me. We both know nothing can.”

Straightening, he reaches for his fly and pops the button. Alaric and Ronan follow suit as Dariana climbs onto the bed and settles behind me. Her soft hands gather my hair, and she whispers in my ear, “I have a message for the darkness, too. You tell it that if it ever hurts Daemon, I’ll tear you to pieces until you’re nothing but strips of flesh.” She yanks on my hair and slams her lips to mine in a searing kiss that has me moaning into her mouth.

Big hands encircle my wrists and pull me closer. Dariana’s tongue tangles with mine while I palm the two thick, silky cocks, stroking them in tandem. I grow wet between my legs, needy, and so fucking horny.

Breaking away from her hot mouth, I bring my attention to the looming men in front of me who ooze sex appeal and danger. Ronan strokes his cock in the background, with a sinful smirk on his lips, in no rush to join in.

I gaze up at Daemon and Alaric while jacking their throbbing dicks. I want them to do dirty, dirty things to me and whisper degrading filth in my ear that washes away the remnants of my nightmare. Because the stickiness between my legs that’s been seeping out ever since I climbed out of bed is not Amenadiel’s.

It was just a dream.

I refuse to believe anything else.

“So greedy for cock,” Daemon drawls, stroking his fingers over my cheek. “So eager to be defiled and fucked like a slut.” Then he adds as an afterthought, “Our slut.”

Despite his cruel words, his touch is filled with adoration, as though he can’t stop from worshipping me like a goddess who he wants to dirty up with bite marks and cum.

DAEMON

The way she stares up at me, unaware that her wings are still on full display, does funny things to my heart, and when she sinks her teeth into her plump bottom lip and begs me with her heavy eyes to be rough with her, I respond in earnest. I tackle her to the bed and flip her over on her front before thrusting my dick inside her tight cunt and wrenching her head off the mattress with my hand in her hair. The bed frame crashes against the wall repeatedly as I pound into her throbbing pussy. Her loud screams are music to my ears while I fuck her like a feral animal.

The others climb onto the bed too, stroking their cocks over her rocking body, waiting for their turn to ruin her perfection. I’m the alpha, I fuck her first.

They know it.

“This pussy drives me fucking insane,” I hiss on a brutal thrust. I slam into her so hard, it’s a miracle I don’t tear her hair out or snap her neck at the awkward angle it’s positioned in. “Where is your darkness now, hmm? Is it enjoying a good dicking as much as the whore in you?” My eyes stray to the side, taking in Dari on the bed, with her legs spread and fingers buried deep in her pink pussy. She fucks herself as she watches me impale Aurelia on my hard cock. And my brothers jack their veiny dicks like they no longer care if they get a taste of her sweet pussy, ass, or mouth.

No sooner has the thought entered my mind, Ronan positions himself in front of Aurelia. Biting down on his lip, he covers her face in cum.

She flinches as it coats her lashes, but she sticks her tongue out and moans. I slide out, using her arousal to coat her ass before pressing forward. She’s too tight, strangling my dick. I feed on her pain like a demon feeds on fear. I want more of it, so instead of being gentle and easing into her slowly like a gentleman, I take her in one go. Buried to the hilt in her tight ass, I let my chin fall to my chest. The pleasure is too fucking much. I hiss through my teeth.

“Mind if I fuck Dari’s cunt?” Alaric taunts our little angel.

She snaps her teeth as anger roars up inside her. It takes most of my fucking strength to restrain her when she tries to go for him.

“Easy now,” I growl, grinding my cock deep in her ass. “Be a good little girl for us. You don’t want to deprive Dari of dick, do you?” I lift my chin to Alaric, a silent demand to go ahead. I want to coax the monster inside her to come out to play. If it has the audacity to threaten me—the heir to the kingdom—I’ll teach it a lesson.

Alaric settles between Dari’s spread legs with a smirk, and she stares up at him, braced on her elbows as he slaps her swollen clit with the thick head of his cock before sinking inside her, causing a ripple of growls to slip from Aurelia’s peeled back lips.

Ronan shuffles through my bedside drawer, then returns with a gag. He forces the red ball into her mouth and secures the leather strap behind her head.

“Always one step ahead of me,” I chuckle.

“We don’t want her to rip someone’s jugular out with her teeth if she escapes.”

“She won’t escape,” I grunt, my cock twitching in her ass when she continues to struggle.

Dari watches Aurelia with intense fascination while Alaric pounds her pussy as if he wants to piss our angel off, too.

When Aurelia continues growling and wriggling on the bed, he grabs Dari’s chin and steals her attention. “Look at me when I fuck your pussy. Ignore the little brat. Daemon is looking after her.”

It angers the darkness in Aurelia so much that I have to double down on my efforts to keep her restrained with my weight while my hips piston against her ass. I’ve never been this fucking hard in my life.

“Keep fighting me, little witch,” I grunt. “Wriggle that little ass against my crotch. It turns me on so much.”

I’ve always had an appetite for violence. Always loved indulging in my darkness. And I fucking love wrangling hers into submission.

As if Ronan enjoys her red eyes too, and the feral sounds coming from her petite body, he sits down and bops her on the nose.

“Jesus, fuck,” I grunt, throwing my whole weight down on her. “Fuck, I can’t…”

“Is she too strong for you, brother?” Ronan taunts, far too fucking amused by my struggle.

“Dream on.” I ram my cock so far inside her that I see stars.

“Oh, fuck, I’m coming,” Dari moans, throwing her head back as her tits bounce inside her dress. Alaric pulls out and finishes on her pussy, coating it with his release.

The monster inside Aurelia goes ballistic.

She thrashes and growls, her eyes glowing bright red and her neglected pussy gushing with need.

Ah fuck, I can’t hold on much longer if she’s going to keep fighting me like this. But I refuse to come until I’ve brought her to heel.

“It’s time to come on my cock, Aurelia,” I whisper in her ear, and surprisingly, or maybe not so surprisingly, she grows still. “That’s my good girl, taking my cock so well. You like it tearing through your ass, hmm? Let me tell you a secret.” I bite down on her earlobe, then growl, “I fucking love it.”

She erupts with a cry that’s muffled behind the gag, her body shaking and shivering. I fuck her harder, thrusting my cock in her ass until I’m so deep that my balls slam against her gushing pussy, and she comes for me a second time, strangling my pulsing cock with her tight ass.

I grunt, emptying inside her.

It goes on for-fucking-ever, rolling through me in powerful, breath-stealing waves. I wonder for a brief second, as my dick twitches in her ass, if I’ll ever survive. Fucking her is dangerous business.