Page 72 of That Sik Luv

Without a second thought, the urge to touch him in some capacity comes over me. I brush the backs of my fingers against his cheek, trailing the scar there that somehow makes him even more beautiful and raw. His bare chest expands before a deep sigh leaves him.See? My touch calms you. You just haven’t figured that out yet.

In a split second, the energy in the room shifts entirely. Hands circle my throat as Aero’s eyes snap open. I’m thrown onto my back, the weight of his body between my legs pressing me deep between the pillows. I scream against his hold until it’s nothing but a dry, cracked cry. Slapping his forearms, his dark, deathly stare pins me in place as his firm grip takes away my ability to breathe. There’s no life behind his eyes. Only a pure, calculated killing machine.He’s dreaming, and he’s going to kill me.

His eyes trail from my face down to his hands, and then down to my naked body, fighting back beneath him, clawing at his corded forearms. I dig my nails into his flesh, trying to break him from this trance.

The feeling of absolute fear is replaced with pain when I feel the crown of his firm cock pushing roughly against my opening as he makes his way between my thighs. He fills me immediately, and my eyes close tightly, watering, as my body accepts him with friction.

He sighs as he tries to collect his breath. As if he finally realizes where he is and what he’s doing, his grip loosens on my neck and his face, once filled with passionate hatred, shifts into one of dark lust.

He rocks his hips into mine, slowly pulling out just to thrust into me harder in the next breath, until he’s fucking me wildly. His earlier groans, resembling pain and discomfort, turn into groans and gasps of pleasure that claw their way from his throat.

“You’re wrong,” he says breathlessly, the scent of whisky on his tongue as our bodies slap roughly together. “You’re so wrong, Briony.”

His words make little sense to me. As does this tightening in the pit of my stomach from another pending orgasm making its way out of my body. This is what he does. He coaxes out my pleasure, my pain, my confusion. My reality.

He keeps one hand around my throat, his strong grip cutting off my air supply as I see the rippling, defined muscles in his abdomen flex with each roll of his hips into mine. My body does what he says it would, and I feel wetness seep out of me and around him, allowing his thick cock to slide in and out of my dripping center with ease.

“Aero...please. I can’t...” I choke out my words, breathless as my vision clouds and I feel myself falling into the light-headed feeling of passing out.

My body tightens as he stares down at me, the long, fast strokes of his thick cock tearing through me relentlessly as I feel the euphoric wave strike through me like a shocking current.

I scream a throaty, soundless cry as my body is literally taken to another place. Another realm. A place where the most intense pleasure is given only by handing your life willingly over to another.

His grip releases and I gasp for air. He loses himself inside me, only to pull out, stroke his length, and coat my chest and abdomen with wet, warm ropes of cum. Panting, he pushes himself back into me again, laying on top of my naked body. His forearms circle my head, and a strange new look finds me beneath the dark light of the room.

“I’ve never thought you were anything less than what I know you to be,” he declares, short of breath, a passion in his direct stare that has me holding my breath. “You are the fire that burns stagnant, the coals and ash yearning for the chance to ignite, ready to burn cities to the ground in your fierceness. A force more powerful than any man that came before you. You are my fucking existence, Briony. I live and breathe for you alone. I am yours eternally, entirely at your mercy.”

I stare back at him, my lips parted and my choppy breaths meeting his in the space between us, before he leans forward, capturing my lips in the most mind-bending, erotic, and forceful kiss. A kiss that connects us more than the act of sex alone ever could. A kiss that tethers my wildly beating heart to the lifeless one residing in him.

He’s always known, beneath the surface of the religion I professed, that there was a woman whose thoughts ran wild. A mind that outdated codes and morals couldn’t detain. A woman who sought truths along with realism and unfiltered revelation.

A woman who was ready for the war on the brink of her horizon.

Chapter thirty-six

Train Through the Pain

She’safragilecreature.One I looked forward to breaking and bringing to reality—that is until I realized the inevitable. If I’m not careful, a woman with the mindset and strength of Briony will break me. She has the power to tear me to fucking pieces, and the masochist in me will gladly allow every part of my destruction.

She’s always been my little doll to protect. My promise I’d kept safe from a distance, until that distance became the barrier my soul craved to break. But Briony Strait is just a stray like me. A mistake reinvented in ways that made her existence acceptable. I watched from afar all these years when I could, ensuring she was taken care of, until the inevitable call came through a week ago. The eternal stain of condemnation was showing, and it was a stain they quickly wanted to scrub out.

Just like that, she went from a prominent, respected woman in the community to the ticking time bomb that threatened their demise. So alike we are.

I gave her some space after she’d hit me, when all I really wanted to do was grab a fistful of hair and tell her all the ways she better get on her knees and start listening to me. But Briony isn’t the type to sit and obey. Throughout her life, she’s only done so because she knew no other way. Survival in the world in which she resided.

I’ve given her a glimpse of her freedom, a life of uninhibited desires and standing up to the powers that be. My little firecracker is about to light up this world and find comfort in her revenge.

When she’s ready.

And she’s so close.

But this reality of hers I’ve held secret has the potential to break her past the point of repair. I have to be careful with this fragile flower. Her petals are too fresh to hold her bloom.

I’d had another dream again while resting beside her. The kind that makes me despise a gentle hand. The kind that makes me irate with the urge to erase the past. Memories of mind-fucks meant to deceive children into trusting authority. Memories that left a man like me craving pain and punishment rather than caring adoration.

I fucked out my frustrations. I took from Briony and used her to erase the stains of my own misfortunes. Having her beneath me saved me the trouble of beating my head into a wall to silence the voices of the ghosts of my past. That or take another life. I needed her more than she’d ever realize.

Feeling her let go around me is my only heaven. I’ll forever worship the deity that is her warm, wet sanctuary. Finding euphoria like that is a dangerous temptation for a man like me. One taste of Briony and I’m on my knees, ready to kill or be killed for my queen.

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