Page 79 of That Sik Luv

“Isn’t this what you crave? The inability to use your voice? To be silenced by men and used up like the sex toy that you are?”

Dark eyes flash up at mine before he lifts my shirt, allowing my breasts to bounce free from the tank top. Palming both breasts, his hands splay over the soft flesh before his thumb rubs over the hardened point of my left nipple. His jaw flexes.

“I’m piercing these,” he declares, and my forehead wrinkles as his large fingers play with both nipples. He twists them both between his thumb and forefinger, rolling the sensitive flesh, sending electrical shock waves down between my legs. “So beautiful, Briony. How you’ve developed.”

A muffled whine leaves my throat.

“I’ve watched you blossom,” he says, his hands holding the weight of my breasts as he studies them through his disheveled locks hanging partially into his eyes. “Seen you bloom into this woman before me.” A groan leaves his throat. “I couldn’t wait any longer. You turned eighteen. I had to touch you. Had to fuck you,” he says softly, almost to himself as my clit aches at his desire.

Eighteen. Not twenty, like I’d been told. Aero opened Pandora’s box a week ago, gifting me the secrets I’d been told my entire life. What do you do when you see the proof of the fact that your parents aren’t really your parents? My brother wasn’t really my brother. My date of birth and place of birth weren’t even accurate.

They had manipulated everything for a family that couldn’t conceive again. Brian and Cynthia Strait were living their own lie. I was an orphaned child. A child brought into this world as a mistake. A stain, just as Aero was. Two strays left in the dust of an institution where they didn’t belong. One with the hope of a chance under a blanket of lies, the other, not so lucky.

They taught me forgiveness. They taught me truth. Love. Righteousness. Goodness. There is a God. There has to be. I have faith in that fact, and no one can take that away from me. What I fail to have faith in now are humans. Savages of the worst kind that surround us with true masks of deception.

He rips the back of the gag over my head, sending my hair over my face as I gasp for air. Without warning, he clasps a black collar around my neck with an O-ring right at my throat, connected to a chain.

This man has a plethora of toys and restraints behind that locked door of his, built for pleasure and pain. The two core dimensions of emotion that correlate in a beautiful symphony when our music collides.

I stare up at him, defiant, yet obedient. Aero’s bare chest is covered in scars and tattoos of his own defiance. Tilting his head to the side, I watch as his tongue skates across his teeth in excitement and anticipation, looking over his prey he’s sure to conquer.

He opens his jeans, stepping out of the rest of his clothing before fisting the base of his thick, erect cock, palming the length of himself before me.

I watch as he runs his fingers over the tip, flicking the piercing with his thumb, desperately wanting some of that friction against my center that’s dripping for him. Craving the sensation of that piercing dragging along my hungry clit again.

“I’m going to pierce those tits and chain you to my cock.” He smirks proudly at the idea, stroking himself as he braces himself on those thick, sculpted quads. “Watch you crawl on the floor beneath me, led by none other than your new god.” He shakes his dick at me.

“You’re not piercing my nipples,” I retort, finally finding my voice.

Aero grabs the chain connected to the O-ring around my neck and jerks it forward, causing me to gasp.

“I didn’t ask for your opinion,” he snarls. “Now get on your stomach and open my mouth for me.”

“But...” I protest, showcasing my tied hands, hoping for some reprieve.

“The ropes stay,” he answers simply.

I groan. “I hate you.”

“That’s fine,” he says, stepping over the chain with one leg and pulling it behind him with a hand. “As long as you trust me.”

I glare at him as he pops the leash again, pulling my neck toward him.

“You do, right?” he asks softly, dropping his cock with his hand and gently stroking my cheek. “Trust me?”

I swallow, looking up at him. That’s become a simple question for me to answer after the way he revealed everything to me. The hardships of his tortured past, the truth behind the men who’ve tried to bring me down.

I accept this man for who he is.

Who they forced him to become.

“With everything I am,” I answer confidently.

Chapter thirty-nine

Beneath Us

Aslowgrinforms,and he runs his thumb across my cheekbone before pulling his hand back and slapping the side of my face. It’s not hard, but hard enough to send my face to the side and leave a light sting.

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