Page 16 of That Sik Luv

He’s inside.

For some strange reason, I’m more scared of what will happen if Saint comes in here than the fact that a potentially murderous, stalking psycho is standing somewhere behind me, watching us intently.

“I’ll be alright,” I say with a dismissing nod, my fingers shaking as I hold the edge of the door.

Saint stills as if unsure about leaving me alone or not.

“Should I stop by later?” he asks, his eyes carrying the weight of his worry.

“Just...text me tonight.” I sigh. “Get your Jeep taken care of.”

He pauses, and I can see a thought cross his mind. The message on that brick, whatever it was, clearly haunts him enough to be worried about my safety.

“Alright,” he whispers, his shoulders slumping. “I’m so sorry this happened, Briony.”

He takes a step back down the stair of the porch, holding the railing as he stays facing me. Almost as if he finds a way to justify leaving me, he nods and finally turns, jogging back to his Jeep. I bite down on my bottom lip as I watch him pull away, the crunching of glass beneath the wheels a blood-tingling reminder of the man waiting behind me.

I close the door, letting out a shaky sigh as I feel him slide up behind me. With my eyes closed, I rest my forehead against the door, my blood turning cold in his presence.

“Such a good girl keeping that pretty little mouth shut,” he whispers in that cracked, rumbling tone against my neck, and I breathe in his memorable scent. The scent that floods my senses in a dizzying way.

With my palms flat against the door, he nuzzles the back of my head like a dangerous lion, assessing his captured prey. He moves my hair to the side, and before I can even think, I feel the sensation of a warm, flat tongue licking up the back of my neck. I shudder at the warmth I’ve never felt before as he says, “But you’d be a much better girl if you opened it up for me.”

My temperature rises at his indecent words.

His dirtied fingers slide their way up my left hand on the door, where there’s a decent-sized cut on my forefinger from his little brick-dropping game. The move is very reminiscent of the moment at the party when he pinned me to the door of that darkened bedroom.

“Dirtied my doll,” he says, clearly assessing the wound.

Peeling my palm from the wood, he brings my shaking hand back towards his mouth behind me. I feel the sensation of a warm, wet tongue lick a long stroke over the place where Saint’s lips were on the back of my hand.

He’s licking away the touch of everyone else on me. Cleaning me of their dirt in his own sick and twisted way. It explains the licking of the back of my neck where I described Jacob’s hands on me in that supply closet.

“Heal me, Lord, and I will be healed,” he quotes the bible behind me, making my breaths choppy and uncontrolled. “Save me and I will be saved,” he whispers softly. “Foryouare the one I praise.” Just as the cryptic words leave his lips, I feel the warmth of his mouth close around the bleeding finger.

With that warm tongue pressed against my wound, my head buzzes, the sensation running a direct line to the aching spot between my legs. I tighten my thighs, a breath slipping past my lips as he slowly sucks the length of it, caressing the wound with his tongue, coming off the end with a soft pop. My knees buckle into the door, but not before he catches me beneath my arms.

The crude act, meant to be entirely sexual, slithers its way into my veins. Heat replaces the cold blood, and that fever within me grows like wildfire in a field of dormant and dead brush.

My biggest fears and curiosities are combusting together like tiny bombs in the pit of my stomach.

Right and wrong dance together to the music of my own pitiful and weakened excuses, as I find myself locked in a slow dance with the devil himself.

Chapter nine

Cruel Assurances

Herskintasteslikesalted caramel. Sweet, but with a tart little bite to it. A candy I can no longer avoid. A taste that I now know is something I won’t deny myself, even if she fights me.

Lucky for me, the proper fight won’t be long. Not with the way her body responds to mine. She’s slowly breaking those chains that hold her back; her body outweighing her mind, her morals.

Gritting my teeth as I press my body against the round curve of her ass beneath that skirt, thoughts of ripping her panties to the side and nailing her to this door with my cock flash before my eyes.

Mine. Not his.

I could’ve killed them both in that Jeep. There was a second that I wanted to. Saw how it would play out. His lips on her hand disturbed every part of me, angering me to the point of ruining this entire plan. But I have to be smart and use the tools given to me to make this work. The message on the brick was enough to keep Saint busy with his father for the afternoon.

I growl to myself, my lip curling, refraining from my overwhelming need to sink my teeth into the flesh of her shoulder, making her cry out in pleasurable pain. Pushing off of her, I walk back through the house I know so well from countless nights of spying on her alone and make my way up the stairs to her bathroom.

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