Page 48 of That Sik Luv

Her head falls back against the mattress and her body writhes beneath me. She blows air through her nose, whimpering against the tape, then brings her head back up to watch me.

“Sopping mess, you are,” I say, removing my finger.

I rub it along my bottom lip, then lick the side of the finger, tasting that sweet nectar again.

Her hips shift at the loss of contact, as if she’s trying to seek it out again. I give her a quick slap right over her mound, and she jerks, pulling against her restraints as the duct tape captures her cries.

“You’re gonna miss the best part, you greedy whore.” I smirk beneath my mask.

Breathing heavily, her nipples now tight little buds, she turns her head to the cell phone again.

Briony shifts in the video, her arm pulling from above her head until it drops off the side of the bed.

She watches with fascination, her forehead wrinkled in worry, so unsure of what I’m about to do to her next.

Her hand slips between the mattress, disappearing for a second while I was easily distracted, licking down her spine. I couldn’t restrain myself. I needed to lick each bone of her spine beneath her flesh, rolling slowly down her sweet-tasting skin. Biting through her ivory flesh and tasting that rich, metallic blood, something I dream about as I re-watch. I want to bathe in her as she bathed in me that night we fought in the kitchen.

Her hand reemerges from between the mattress with my blade now in her palm. As if she was pretending to be asleep, she suddenly throws her arm back, slicing my upper arm, splitting the skin. Her eyes widen, watching it, then peer at my arm that’s now wrapped.

It’s hard to see exactly what happens next in the video, but I get up onto my knees, cursing out as she flips beneath me. She swings the knife again, attempting to stab me in the abdomen, but I catch her wrist in time, twisting it until she screams out, dropping the knife to the floor with an echoed thud.

I pull the cuffs from my back pocket, quickly tightening one around her wrist before pulling her arm up and closing the other around the iron bar of her bed.

Her face is in shock watching what she clearly doesn’t remember happening. The video finally cuts out, and her nervous eyes find mine.

“You’re a bad bitch, Briony, even when sedated. Wouldn’t you say?” I taunt. “Unpredictable as hell.” I stand, walking the few steps to kneel back on the edge of the bed to the space between her thighs. I’m rock hard, ready to release myself all over her bare chest just because I can. Planting my hands on either side of her head, leaning over her naked body, I stick my tongue out and lick across the duct tape before saying, “I’m so fucking into it.”

She mumbles something, pulling against her restraints again.

“Ready to talk?” I ask, bracing myself above her.

She nods her head, calming her body. I rip the tape from her mouth as she flinches, her eyes screwed shut tightly.

“Answer the question, Briony,” I say directly, a new purpose in my tone. “The choice is entirely yours.”

Her lashes blink open, gaze finding mine, and she lifts her chin to glare at me. I see the fire behind her eyes. The determination. Everything I’ve been nurturing. Manifesting.

“Do you want to be Saint’s weak little slut, or Aero’s powerful queen?”

She swallows, peering down at my body being held over her in a push-up-like stance. Her eyes rise to meet mine again, contemplation in her gaze. She licks her lips, calming her breathing before talking.

“I’ve never wanted to be a slut,” she whispers, staring at me dangerously.

A grin forms behind my mask, and I get the urge to bite into my lip.

“Or someone’s queen,” she continues, dropping her tone and raising her chin defiantly.

I hear a light click and the muscles of my back pull taut as my spine straightens.

“I’m a King.”

She sneers in my face as an arm swings free, and I feel the sharp pain of the blade hitting my neck.

Chapter twenty-six

Call Me By Your God

Hefallstohisside and off the bed, cursing out while holding his neck.

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