Page 83 of That Sik Luv

“Where are we?” she asks from the passenger seat of the blacked-out Audi, her eyes crinkled in the corners as she peers around me, scanning the dirty exterior of the brick building.

I don’t answer her as I exit the vehicle, coming around to her side to open the door.

“Why am I wearing this?” she asks, pulling at the tight black snakeskin mini dress and glancing at her four-inch heels, already annoying me with her questions.

Hasn’t she learned to trust me, yet?

I’m adjusting her dress, ensuring her cleavage is sitting up just where it needs to so she fits in, when I see the crucifix necklace back around her neck, hanging between those plump breasts. She sees my gaze upon it and quickly grips it between her fingers, her nervous eyes studying me, wondering what I’ll do.

I’ll be ripping that from your neck later darling, don’t worry.

We walk down the alleyway, where I find the old steel door to the club. She wraps her arms around herself, eyeing the leather coat around me, fighting off the chill of the night. If she thinks for a second I’m going to cover her with my coat, she’s fucking crazy. Not here.

I knock once, pause, then knock three times.

The door finally creaks open, and he’s there waiting.

The big dumb doorman eyes my skull-covered face, then bends his neck to look at Briony behind me, before gazing back at me again.

“Damn. Another one, huh?” he laughs through his nose, shaking his head. “At least they’ve got good taste.”

“Nox,” I say, interrupting his irrelevant comments. “Where is he?”

A disturbing smile stretches across his ugly face. “Black Room.” He nods behind him.

I push past him, pulling Briony in front of me by her sweaty little palm. The man’s eyes stay focused on her body a bit too long for my liking, trailing her neck to her plump, bouncing breasts as she walks clumsily in the mini-dress. I pull her through the door, before turning and backhanding the side of his face with my Glock.

“Fuck!” he curses, grabbing his face.

He grabs for my shirt, gripping it into a fist before pushing me back against the wall. A grunt slips from my lungs at the force, and I smile at him, loving his reaction as blood trickles down his face from the fresh cut above his eye, his enormous head, wrinkled and red with frustration. He holds his other fist back, wanting to use it.

“Do it,” I taunt with a wicked smile. “Look at her again.”

“Stop!” Briony screams from behind him.

“I bet you would love to suck on those soft pink tits, wouldn’t you?”

“Please, stop!” she continues.

“Her creamy tight ass is even better,” I continue, as his eyes narrow even further. “So full and fuckable.”

His eyes stay trained on me, knowing my crazy knows no limits.

“Look at her!” I demand. “C’mon, give me a reason to take off the top of your skull.” I smirk, pointing my gun at the side of his head.

I crave the fight. The abuse. The pain. It’s the only thing besides her that makes life feel tolerable.

His nostrils flare as his barrel chest rumbles his frustrations in the dim crimson lights of the hallway. He’s breaking. Having a hard time allowingBones, of all people, to come in here and make a fool out of him again.

“I’ll make sure I’m the first to fuck this new piece of ass. Stretch her out for all the customers until no one wants her loose, whore cunt,” he grumbles beneath his breath as he turns to look at her, his eyes focused on her legs, moving up to the place between her thighs that I own.

I feel the fever rising. The fire in my neck threatening eruption. I chuckle, enjoying this newfound sensation. “You actually did it.” I laugh to myself in manic disbelief, tossing my gun to Briony.

She catches it, looking back at me with fear practically dripping from her beautiful face. The security guard looks confused.

“You fucking looked at her again,” I say directly with a straight face.

His brows knit together as I slide my switchblade out from under the sleeve of my leather coat. I reach up, stabbing him in the left eye. His scream, etched with pain, shrieks around us as he drops my shirt and falls to his knees. Blood spurts from the wound as he reaches behind him for his gun.

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