Sinful Things

Chapter One Olivia S ome days I forget I’m half demon and I live on light like any other angel. Other days I wake with a raging hunger for s*x and remember there’s no escaping my succubus side. Today is one of those days. I held off for as long as I could, and then debated going back to bars to pick up strangers, but in the end, I contacted Bastien for help—again. I’ve been using him to feed over the last few months, and he’s never questioned or commented on my sudden requests. I’m sure he’s only here out of some sense of obligation to my brother, but I’ll take whatever I can get. I suck all the lust and desire out of him as I stare at my soft yellow bedroom walls. Allowing myself to get into the feeding isn’t an option, so I turn off all my emotions, even the raging anger I feel toward him. It’s still a good meal because Bastien is incredibly powerful and damn good in bed, but there’s a reason I called him and not Marcus. With Bastien, s*x is a quick and easy business transaction between two people, and nothing more. That wouldn’t be the case with Marcus—and s*x with emotions is an entirely different experience. For a second the emotions manage to creep back in anyway, and my heart pangs as I think about how it could've been if the Princes had been honest with me instead of trying to bully me off campus. Damn it, now I’m mad again. Bastien must sense the change in me, because he stops pounding into me from behind and flips me over. He takes my chin and turns it to the side, then presses his face against my neck almost tenderly. He breathes me in deeply like he can’t resist, but then his c**k plunges into me hard, and the moment is over. We’re back to business, and it’s a relief to lose myself in the feel of him thrusting in and out of me. He never lets me go unsatisfied, even though it’s not part of our deal, and he reaches between us and finds my c**t with his very talented fingers. I can’t help but groan as he strokes me in the right way to drive me wild. By now, he knows exactly what it takes to get me off, and he doesn’t hesitate or delay. I don’t want to feel, but for a few seconds all I do is feel, feel, feel, and my legs tighten around his hips to draw him further inside me. The c****x ripples through me, and he joins me moments later, hitting me with a rush of power. His face is right beside mine, and I start to turn my head to kiss his perfect lips, before I remember who we are and what we’re doing and why I very much do not want to kiss Bastien. When I've soaked up all the energy I can from him, I push him off me and straighten my clothes, avoiding his eyes. Bastien stands and pulls up his slacks, which we only yanked down to his knees in our haste. He buttons them as he walks toward the bedroom door, and I watch his tight ass as he moves away. At least the view is nice. "I appreciate your assistance," I say in a stiff voice. Nice views don’t cancel out what he did to me. "Are you sufficiently sated?” he asks, his voice equally stiff. “Yes, thank you.” He nods and then walks down the hall with his nose in the air. You think you're doing me this huge favor, you ass. But I don't say it out loud, because technically he is doing me a favor. Of course, he also gets to sleep with a hot succubus as part of the deal, so I think he’s doing pretty well for himself. I open the front door for him, and the beautiful sunset streams through with the still-crisp air. It’s the beginning of March, which means school starts in a few weeks. I’ve been living in my father’s house in Angel Peak for the last few months over the break, and although it’s been nice to finally have a home, I’m eager to head back to Seraphim Academy. Bastien pauses in the doorway, while the sun makes his black hair shine like raven feathers. "We’ll be in school the next time you need to feed. I'm sure Marcus will be willing to provide that meal." I cross my arms. “Not going to happen.” Marcus would want to grovel and apologize and tell me how much he cares about me, and I am so not in the mood for that right now. I’m far too pissed to give him an inch, and I doubt he’ll be okay with me using his body and sending him on his way, like I’m doing with Bastien now. Bastien scowls. “We both know feeding on one person alone isn’t going to cut it.” “Have a good night,” I say in my coldest voice, and begin closing the door on him. He’s right, of course, even though I hate to admit it. I’ll have to find another solution soon, or risk draining Bastien dry. He clamps his mouth shut and walks outside. Finally. I watch him head down the porch steps, where he spreads his dark silvery wings and launches into the air in the direction of campus. When he’s gone, I breathe deeply, trying to calm myself down. My anger is hard to swallow when the Princes are around. Even though Callan was the true instigator of the events last year, Bastien and Marcus were just as complicit. I won’t let them off easily, if at all.Over the break, I’ve been plotting my revenge. I have several tricks up my sleeve for the coming school year to get payback for what the Princes did to me. All three of them need to be knocked down a peg, not just for my own pleasure, but because they have to realize they don’t rule the school anymore. And forgiveness? That’s not in the cards.