When we finally land outside Daemon’s house, I’m covered in blood from clinging to him. My black dress is stained crimson; strands of blonde hair stick to the blood smeared on my cheeks. I also reek of copper mixed with Daemon’s masculine scent.
No sooner have his feet touched the ground, than I shove him off, storming inside. He’s hot on my heels, a dark storm cloud about to collide with mine. The lightning show we put on when he pulls me to a stop inside the front door is spectacular.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?!”
I slap his cheek hard and feel a smug sense of satisfaction when his face whips to the side. But the feeling doesn’t last long. Daemon shoves me back and I stumble into the hallway desk pushed up against the wall, sending a vase of black roses crashing to the ground.
Lifting me up, he sets me down on top and covers my mouth with his hand, silencing the angry string of poison spewing from my lips. “You think you can defy me, little angel? You think I will silently brood in the shadows while you roll your hips against another man’s crotch? Wrong, so fucking wrong. I will slaughter every single male who dares put their filthy hands on you. So don’t try me again.”
My voice is muffled behind his hand. Despite that, I don’t stop hurling abuse at him. I call him a ‘motherfucker’ and an ‘asshole.’ Words that would make my elders blush and throw me out of the gates so fast that my head would spin. How the fuck does he dare tell me what I should do?
Ripping my panties off, Daemon shoves a thick finger inside me. I’m not ready and it hurts, but it also feels so fucking good. I spread my legs wider, daring him to fingerfuck me like he means it. And he does. He soon has two fingers buried deep inside me, spreading and hurting me in the best way possible. Behind him, Alaric and Ronan watch with matching smirks. I might misbehave more often if their leader rewards me like this.
“You think that human,” he spits the word, “could make you feel like this?”
I love this angry Daemon. I love how he hurts me before soothing the pain with filthy words and flicks of his thumb over my swollen clit.
When he lowers his hand from my mouth to grab my throat, I release a crazed bubble of laughter. “I think his cock would have felt amazing inside me.”
Say hi to the angel with the stick in her hand, which she uses to poke the hornets’ nest every time she gets the chance—that’s me.
“Shut up!” Daemon growls, removing his fingers and plunging them into my mouth. I gag, but he doesn’t let up. “You think you can disrespect me like this? I’m not someone you want to mess with.”
“But it’s so much fun,” I taunt when his fingers slide back out.
I’m hauled off the hallway table, and anger radiates off him as he drags me upstairs to his bedroom. I should probably be scared, but a thrill of excitement runs through me at the thought of what he might do to me. Ronan opens the door and Daemon shoves me inside, causing me to stumble and fall to the floor. The icy stone bites into my skin and my bleeding knees sting deliciously.
Daemon fists my hair, pulling me up to kneeling while using his other hand to unbuckle his belt. They all do. “It’s time to teach your filthy mouth a lesson.” He undoes his buttons, shoving down the front of his jeans and boxers. His cock pops out, hard and big—so fucking big. My mouth instantly waters in anticipation.
“You were a little brat tonight.” He slaps his veiny dick over my lips, then chuckles when I eagerly stick my tongue out. I flatten it, peering up at him through a haze of lust as my scalp burns and my bloodied knees ache. Use me. Alaric and Ronan join Daemon, stroking their dicks and taunting me with their thick lengths.
“You want a taste?” Alaric asks.
I crave to lean in and take him in my mouth, but Daemon’s tight grip on my hair prevents me.
“You want us to choke you, sweetheart? Make you cry?”
I nod eagerly, moaning when Daemon rubs the thick head of his cock over my tongue.
“Beg!”
I grow cold. No, no, no.
Anything but that.
They pick up their pace, pleasuring themselves with long, expert strokes, their masculine, veiny hands pulling, tugging, and jerking.
“We’ll fulfill your every fantasy if you beg. You can have us all,” Ronan promises.
I set my jaw. “I will never beg.”
“What a shame,” Daemon drawls, letting go of my hair to grip a handful of strands at the nape of my neck. He wrenches my head back and strokes his cock over my face.
“Keep looking at me like that,” he says in a breathy voice as my clit aches and throbs. “You can have my cock anytime you want if you just say the word.”
“I hate you. You’re a monster.”
“Yes, I am. I’m your monster.” His warm cum hits my face in quick spurts that rain over my lashes, cheeks, and lips.
I eagerly stick my tongue back out to catch the last squirt. I’m gazing up at him, covered in his release, when Ronan takes his place and orders me to flatten my tongue. I would like to pretend I put up a fight, but I don’t. My clit aches almost painfully when I taste his salty release as it coats my cheeks and lips.
“Fuck,” he groans, smearing the sticky cum over my skin with the crown of his cock. Over and over he rubs, circling my tingling lips with the thick, bulbous head, and I try to snatch it up, eager to taste him and feel his veiny length fill my mouth. “So fucking pretty!”
“My turn,” Alaric demands in a husky voice, and Ronan steps back. “If you behave like a brat, we’ll treat you like one,” he says, jerking his length hard and fast. “You can’t win against us, so don’t even fucking try because we’ll bring you to your knees every time.”
I smile up at him. “Bring me your worst.”
His answering chuckle is low and husky. “Careful what you wish for. Now open your mouth like a good whore.”
I do. My pussy drips with desire, and the urge to rub my thighs together is overwhelming. Unable to look away from the fire in his eyes, I whimper.
His warm cum beads on my tongue, trickling down my chin. I’m ruined, marked by three men. Alaric zips himself away and claps Daemon’s shoulder on his way out of the room. Ronan leaves, too.
We’re alone. Daemon towers over me, dark eyes blazing with hellfire. “Look at you,” he drawls with a dangerous edge to his voice. “On your knees, covered in us.”
I don’t hide. I meet his stare and let him see the darkness residing inside me—the darkness he placed there.
Stepping closer, he presses down on my lip with his thumb and pulls it away from my teeth. “There’s such fire in you, yet you’re so eager to please on your knees.”
I tear away from his touch, snarling like an animal. The sudden movement hurts my bleeding knees.
“You can stay here since you’re so fucking ungrateful that I killed for you,” Daemon says, fisting my hair. Anger radiates off him in waves. With a sharp yank, he bares my neck. “You can stay on your knees, covered in our cum like a whore, until we come and find you again. If you move, I’ll punish you.”
I spit on him, and he slaps me. It only arouses me more.
“Do not defy me!” he orders, gripping my jaw hard. “Understood?”
The flaring of my nostrils is the only reply he’ll get from me. He lets go, then walks out without another word. The door slams shut behind him, and I glare at it as if it’s Daemon himself. Fucking asshole! Who is he to tell me what to do? Ordering me to kneel here like some slave. But I don’t move. I kneel like a good girl. Because somewhere deep inside, I’m grateful he killed that man. And some sick, twisted part of me loved the monster that bared its teeth and ripped out that man’s windpipe without a second thought. I have that effect on Daemon. He’ll kill for me, not any other girl.
