Page 121 of That Sik Luv

“Your father was lying to the public to protect you. He was lying about me. My purpose has always been to bring the dark to light. To finally erase that eternal stain of condemnation. Your beloved stain.”

Saint’s ears perk up at the words and his face glazes over like a man charmed in a trance.Beloved stain.

“Fuck the whore out of her. Show her she can’t win. Take her pleasure and destroy her by smearing her with the Lord. Force the Holy Spirit into her being with your body,” Aero mutters methodically, speaking directly to the mind of a man trained in redemption.

Anger permeates the kindness Saint once held as he absorbs the words of a man broken by the sins the men in power commit. His eyes rim with redness as he sits upright abruptly, glaring at me with pure disgust. He slides the cross out of me, smearing my arousal across my mouth before tossing it onto my chest. Unbuckling his pants, he pulls the zipper quickly and lowers the waistband, releasing himself.

I silently gasp at the stark difference before me. Never have I seen anything like it. It’s large in both size and length, similar to Aero, but it’s cloaked in extra skin. Whereas Aero’s is bare and bulbous with his jewelry adorning it like a crowned king, Saint is clearly uncircumcised like the rest of the men of our faith.

Aero hits the gun against his own temple, resting it on his forehead, his face tight and pained in an attempt to calm his raging mind, before pointing it at the back of Saint’s head. He watches Saint with a fiery gaze, determined to end him with a quick pull of the trigger, taking matters into his own hands.

His eyes find mine beneath Saint, and I silently plead with him. I beg him to do the one thing he has spent a lifetime rejecting.

I beg him to have faith.

Before I can even get my mind wrapped around what’s happening, I look down, seeing Saint stroking his engorged dick, bracing himself with one arm before he enters me.

The soft, bare skin of the head of Saint’s cock pushes through my opening before the fullness reaches me. He slides in deep and stills, mouth ajar; panting through his madness. Saint lies his weight down above me, pulsating inside of my wet center. My mouth drops open in shock as he pulls back a few inches, then thrusts his hips, pushing his hard shaft deeper.

My pussy clamps around his girth and a deep, pained moan leaves my throat as pleasure from the friction of Saint’s cock massages my walls. I bite down on the corner of my lip to stay silent.

“Ah, Christ,” Saint whimpers.

With his free hand, he grips under my knee, lifting my untied leg up and onto his shoulder as he drives in deeper until his heavy balls lie flush against my ass. My eyelids grow heavy and my eyes threaten to roll back in my head when the sparks at the base of my spine ignite at the long, steady strokes deep within me.

Aero senses my pleasure. He knows my faces. Feels everything that I’m feeling, because we are of the same matter. His jealousy is taking a back seat as he instructs Saint, owning the interaction, controlling the scenario.

“That’s it. Fuck the whore out of her,” he repeats.

His eyes narrow into dangerous slits as he rips the mask from his face, tossing it to the floor. His black hair falls sloppily onto his forehead, losing his anonymity entirely.

Worry grips me at his need to see this, even as my dirty fire continues to burn deep. Saint pulls back before rocking his hips to meet mine rhythmically, pushing his long, slick cock deep. His lower abdomen, lined with the angry veins flooding his firm cock with blood, rubs against my wet clit, causing little bolts of pleasure to sweep through me every time we connect.

“It feels…ah, shit, it feels so good,” Saint groans, his voice cracking as he tries to talk.

He steadily finds his rhythm, his grunts filling the room as he becomes lost in our wet bodies slapping together while Aero remains locked in place, determination flooding his maddening expression.

“Don’t you fucking come,” he mouths to me, my eyes still trained on him.

I’m spinning, the pounding in my head drowning out the surrounding sound. Saint may be deep inside me, but he can never reach the depths of Aero. Aero has slipped into my soul. The makeup of who I am. He’s become part of my being, my heart, my life...my love.

“Oh, shit,” Saint groans again, pulling my attention back to him.

I peer down at where we connect as his dick stirs his brother’s cum within my swollen pussy, my mess of arousal coating his entire groin.

Fuck. That. Right there. That spot he’s hitting.

“I’m close,” he rushes, slamming into me.

A newfound terror hits me and my eyes shift to the vacant corner. Dark and empty, it lies. My masked man, gone entirely.

Madness, along with a lifetime of religiously motivated sacrifices, controls Saint now. A side I’ve never seen of him. A purpose he feels needs fulfilling. A purpose that may have been part of his plan all along.

He can’t finish. I can’t let him finish.

My pills. My birth control. I haven’t been taking it.

I pull against my restraints, tugging desperately to free myself while Saint continues to fuck me harder and harder, nearing his end. Closing my eyes, I nearly accept my fate; nearly fall to another man set to ruin me. Until I feel the sharpened edge of a tiny blade licking my fingertips.

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