Page 26 of That Sik Luv

“Mmm.” I run my tongue along my teeth. “Yeah.”

She holds the knife out strong and steady, pointing it at me while she walks backwards along the island, keeping it safely between us. In a quick move, I plant my palms, lift my legs, and slide my ass over the island. Gasping, she backs herself against the opposing counter, knife to my neck again.

I wipe my fingers across my bloody lip and reach out to touch her. She swings the knife, slicing a decent cut on my forearm.

I hiss in pain before a rumbling groan leaves my throat.

“Shit, baby,” I say, eyeing the wound. A devilish smile creeps across my face as I continue leaning forward. “I never knew how much I’d enjoy your infliction of pain. You’re a vicious little thing. Got more fight than I thought.”

I reach out again, and she keeps the knife to my neck this time. Taking two fingers, I wipe the blood from my lip slowly across her exposed collarbone, over her shoulder and down her arm until I reach the strap of her shirt that’s fallen there. Gently slipping those two bloody fingers beneath the strap, I slide it back up her shoulder, eyeing her throat, imagining wrapping my palm tightly around it as my gaze trails back up to her dilated eyes.

Just as my fingers drop from her shoulder, she reaches her free arm back, somehow grabbing a bottle from directly behind her, and swings it down on my head. It hits me near my temple, shattering across the kitchen as the ringing in my ears floods my head. My eyesight blurs.

She runs past, but I grab the end of her hair with one hand, gripping it tightly as she slips and falls hard on her back atop the red mess of wine and glass now beneath us. She groans in pain as I fall to my knees next to her, a mad laugh leaving my chest as I attempt to shake the stars from my vision when she crawls to her feet and takes off towards the front door.

She can’t leave.

Twisting the knob, she opens the door and a sigh of relief leaves her. The relief is short-lived as the door swings into my boot. I lean over the top of her, slamming the wooden door shut with my palms directly before her face. She sobs in defeat, pressing her forehead against the wood before rolling along the door and turning to face me. I press my hips into her, pinning her in place. Her hair is a mess of webs strewn across her beautiful face, the tears causing it to stick to her cheeks. Lips part as she pants, exhausted from the demonic little game.

The blood from my head drips down onto her nose and cheek, but she’s too tired to fight back, too tired to even wipe herself clean of me.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful wearing my blood,” I say, cupping the side of her face, gingerly rubbing more onto her cheekbone.

Doesn’t she realize how brutally beautiful she is? How embracing that darkness within her could make her more powerful than she ever imagined. Luring it out is the task I’m destroying myself to fulfill.

“You won.” Her voice breaks, sounding entirely defeated.

“Oh, sweetheart,” I whisper, running my lips along her jaw, finding my way to her ear. “Don’t you see? We both win this way.”

I lick the shell of her ear, and she shudders against me. Pressing my hard cock against her hip, there’s no denying what that little game just did to me. The insatiable need to fuck her senseless is a growing urge I’m struggling to control. My body craves this woman who’s learning to fight, learning to stand strong on her own, even if it’s against me.

Pulling back, I look down into her eyes; the blood smeared across her face, making the cool blue of her eyes strike through me even harder. She’s well aware of the effect she has on me, even if it makes her blush with indecent thoughts. She bites the corner of her lip, her long black eyelashes fluttering up to meet my gaze, the possibilities of sins she’s always desired flashing behind her eyes.

Let the baptism begin.

“What happens now?” Her voice is a breathy whisper. One filled with terror and intrigue.

“A rebirth. Revival. An awakening of sorts,” I comment, brushing my fingers along her temple.

Her eyes wrinkle with worry as a soft whimper slips from between her lips. I know she’s a virgin. Easing her into this is going to be hard for me when I want to own her by breaking her so devastatingly. But, we’ll start slowly, the introduction to her unknown desires, committing acts of sin other men have put in place to tame her. Before she knows it, she’ll be owning me with that untamable fire she possesses.

“Now be a good girl and suck on my tongue,” I demand, leaning forward, offering it out to her.

Chapter fourteen

The Taste of Sin

Hestandsaboveme,his over six-foot frame towering over my measly five-foot-five.

He won. He caught me. I thought I’d easily escape my own home by outwitting him. But instead, I kicked him in the face. I cut him. I smashed a bottle over his head, and yet here he stands. Bleeding above me with eyes that burn into mine, like the entire game was simply foreplay to a man from his depths of hell.

Insanity doesn’t even cover it.

“W-what?”

“I said, be a good girl and suck on my tongue,” he snaps at me.

I’ve never even heard of such a thing.

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