Page 61 of That Sik Luv

Wrapping my hand back over her mouth, she shakes against me, her wide eyes set on the deacon deprived of life as I press her against the wall before us. She squints her eyes closed, not wanting to bear witness to the reality before her.

“Look Briony!” I demand, kneeing her legs open wider as I thrust deeply into her from behind. “Open your fucking eyes!”

She gasps as her palms slap against the wall, bracing her from the force. Her eyes snap open, falling back on the deacon.

“They don’t want you! You’re fucking worthless to them!” I fist her hair, holding her head against the wall, trying to wake her up to the reality before her. “They never wanted you! You aren’t one of them! They want to eliminate the likes of you from their world. You pushed too far. You’re a force they can’t handle. You just kept fucking pushing!”

The words fall from my mouth like venom. Pain sears throughout my emotional core at the deep unresolved wound this reopens. These are the words I’ve told myself from a past life that seems like a lifetime ago. That young man, so lost and confused after the set-up they knew I’d never conquer.

They marked me a murderer. Branded me the enemy because Callum Westwood knew a life that included me could never work. I was his greatest mistake. His greatest downfall.

Cold lies the innocent woman in the middle of the dirt of the alleyway alongside me. A world she never chose for herself, either. I was nothing but a mess of blood and broken bones, laying aside the wide blue eyes set on me. The bluest eyes I’d ever seen, staring straight back into mine, haunting me as they still do. The lack of life behind them did nothing to cease the tears that poured out into that pool of blood beneath the dark head of hair that knotted in a mess beneath her shattered skull.

We were just two separate souls trapped within the unrelenting confines of their sick and disturbing world, meeting separate destinies, separate hells. I swore to those blue eyes that she hadn’t died in vain like my mother. I promised I’d bring them down, one by one. I swore to her I’d find the daughter they ripped from her arms before ending her life like she wasn’t even human at all.

Briony’s tears snap me back into the moment as she continues silently sobbing against my embrace.

She’s always needed me, just as I’ve needed her. I’m her truth. Her voice. The weapon she wields to use as needed. My protection and loyalty to her will never cease. Not until we get what’s rightfully ours. Sweet, dark, ruthless revenge.

“Anyone,” I whisper roughly into her ear as we both stare at the mess of the man before us.

She shifts on her feet, her ass rubbing against my front, spreading her arousal across my lower abdomen. I get hard again at the sight.

I pull out slightly, then thrust myself even harder into her, lifting her to her toes. “My proof before you. I’ll end anyone who denies you the chance to live.”

My release is pending. Being inside of her while taking lives has me harder than a rock, my dick surely leaking inside her already. She’s got such a tight hold on me. The grasp of her snug, pliable cunt just clinging to my shaft. Her hand slowly slides from the wall down between her thighs, more than likely supplementing her own pleasure and release.

My head falls to the wall beside hers, my hand holding the gun as I brace myself against the wood paneling of the confessional at the overwhelming sensation.

“Thinking about him?” I ask through gritted teeth. “Is it Saint that has you gripping this dick inside you?”

“I couldn’t if I tried,” she replies breathlessly.

I slam up into her, feeling my piercing running along the inside of her walls.

“You’re lucky, you know that?” I lick the side of her neck before sucking on the skin there, biting into her flesh. Her throat hums with a moan, tilting her head for me to continue. “Lucky I figured it out. You were protecting me. I could’ve killed you for even voicing the words.”

I pick up the pace, my hips roughly smacking against the skin of her full bouncing ass, fucking my counterpart in the house of her Lord at the bloody proof of my obsession.

I’ve never found myself so completely enthralled by one being in all my life, especially now, after knowing what she tastes like and how she feels around me. She’ll never leave me. I won’t give her that option. Either she chooses me back or we both leave this earth in two dark cavities, dug out next to one another.

Her moans groan louder and she drops her head forward against the wall alongside mine. I lace my fingers through her hair, pulling her head back up to keep death in her line of sight. The message must be cemented into her warped little mind. Nothing will stop me from protecting her from the men who think they own her. Nothing and no one will get in the way of ensuring my little doll is mine to keep.

As I’m lost inside of this woman yet again, I feel the sharp pain of a blade tearing through the flesh of my arm.

“Fuck!” I spit out in disbelief as I take a step back, pulling out of her.

She quickly turns to face me and pushes me firmly in the chest. I sway back before stabilizing myself in the tiny box, only for her to swing that fucking knife at me again.

My chest caves as I bend, avoiding the stabbing until my calves bump into the bench, causing me to fall back into the seat.

Briony jumps me, straddling my lap while my cock still lies erect and wet with her arousal between us. She holds the knife up to my neck, and I drop my head back against the wall, gazing at her through my lashes, catching my breath as my lips pull into a devilish smirk of disbelief.

“You don’t get to take from me anymore,” she growls, pressing the tip of the blade into the flesh of my neck. “No one does.”

She doesn’t realize this fiery passion only activates my crazy. That the wild buried deep within her is finally emerging before me. I need the infliction of her pain just to come. Crave it like the darkness I thrive in.

Raising to her knees, she turns the blade until the tip of it is pointed up beneath my chin. It’s adorable really. The idea that she can actually overpower someone who doesn’t fear death. But, I’ll entertain it.

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