Page 120 of That Sik Luv

Saint stalls at the outburst before continuing to roll the crucifix slowly over my bundle of nerves again. I feel the feathering of his breath over my lips, and the sensation warms me.

Licking my lips, my hips roll forward of their own accord, somehow seeking that brief flash of pleasure I desperately crave.

“You want him to fuck you with it, baby?” Aero asks from his position against the wall, his head tipped back as he watches us through his lashes. “You need that dirty little cunt filled with something, don’t you? Where’s the shame, huh?”

Aero’s dark jeans showcase the massive bulge from his erection straining against the fabric at the show before him, even if the idea displeases him. Saint swells against my thigh, reluctantly enjoying this, too, and I’m wet and eager as hell from the entire twisted interaction.

“Do it,” he demands through gritted teeth. “Slide it into her wet little pussy.”

Saint rests the tip of the crucifix against my aching hole, slowly pushing it in as my hips open wide and my gaze locks on Aero. Another blissful tear falls down my face and I groan deeply, feeling myself tighten around the symbol of faith. He narrows his eyes to slits, shaking his head at me once.

A warning not to enjoy this? An order not to break? I can’t be sure.

But sensations are building out of my control. The feeling of being tied up so disturbingly brutal while gentle caresses flick against my swollen clit builds that sinful ache for this penetration. It doesn’t help that both men are painfully hard and ready to burst alongside me.

“Does it feel okay?” Saint whispers, still hovering above me, his eyes glossed over with a disturbing look of lust.

His sentiments send me whirling again, unable to process his true intentions.

I lick my lips, attempting to clear my head. “Yeah. Yeah, it feels...” I swallow, careful of my words, knowing Aero is listening closely. “It doesn’t hurt,” I reply breathlessly.

“Good girl, Briony,” Aero interrupts from afar, cocking his gun. “Take your punishments like the slut you are.” He runs his thumb across his bottom lip with his other hand as he watches me take the cross. “Now pull her hair,” he instructs.

Saint grips my hair from under me and pulls gently, tipping my head back. But it’s not good enough for him.

“Harder!” Aero screams, and we both flinch. “Pull her fucking hair and make it hurt!”

He tightens his hold, yanking it roughly, causing me to cry out and my bare breasts to bounce between us as my back arches. Heat throbs between my thighs at the ruthlessness. Saint muffles his groan by biting his bottom lip, pressing his hips into me, his hungry cock rubbing roughly against my thigh beneath his slacks.

“Fuck her with your symbol of faith,” Aero demands, the anger rising in his once monotone and steady voice. “Take her filth from her like the vile little sinner she is, then smear her face with it.”

Saint listens to his words, allowing them to penetrate his mind. His eyes harden, and the once soft and sympathetic gaze shifts into something much more defiant. Something much darker. Something with a purpose.

“Punish her for enjoying this when she shouldn’t.”

Loophole.

Saint stares down at my exposed flesh, eyes dilated and wild as he pushes the rounded end of the crucifix deeper into my slick center, my pussy craving something thicker to fill me as it tightens and contracts around the bulbous tip of the foreign object. My lips part and a husky moan escapes me when his fingers run from where the end of the cross disappears up to my swollen clit, smearing my arousal.

Don’t come. Please, don’t come.I grit my molars, warding off the pleasure.

“This wanton whore, just pleading for more with her moans.” He scoffs. “She’s enjoying this.” Aero warns, his head tipped back against the wall with a dangerous look in his gaze, his lips tight with fury. “Don’t let her gain any satisfaction from it. This is taking.”

Saint’s jaw clenches.

“Lewd and lascivious. She’s been offering herself up for the elders. Persuading their sexual desires with her tight little body, making them succumb to their demons,” Aero continues. “Punish her. Punish her for taking their purity like the little deviless she is.”

He’s feeding Saint the same mind-fucks that were fed to him, utilizing redemption as a form of justifying the sexual abuse.

Anger rises in Saint’s neck, the redness spreading to his cheeks as his crystal blue eyes glare in disbelief, almost hypnotized by the masked man in the corner. He reaches his shaking hand up and grips my breast, his fingers gliding along my nipple and pulling the sensitive flesh until it stretches out painfully before he releases it. I gasp loudly as the other aches for that same torture almost immediately.

“She’s been defying the institution. Working her way into the crevices to solidify her place among you, only to tear you down from the inside.”

Saint’s neck holds nothing but tension as he slaps my breast at Aero’s command. I cry out, making the sound echo throughout the room. His brows lower and he breathes hard through his nostrils before madness takes him and he grips my breast in his palm. Leaning down, he takes me into his mouth.

Aero watches with a rabid expression. Fiery anger beneath the surface of a man trained to be cool and collected. He wants nothing more than to murder this man before him. I can just barely see the shadow of chaotic rage beneath his expression.

Saint tears into my soft flesh with his teeth before his tongue lashes at my nipple, teasing me with the pain.

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