Page 139 of That Sik Luv

“You know, when they were torturing me in that room, tied down at their mercy...” I flinch in remembrance as he continues. “...the only thing that held me together was you.”

I swallow, my eyes brimming with tears. Learning that he willingly surrendered himself to his most loathed enemies with the eternal trust that I would save him was as painful as it was empowering. His thumb strokes across my cheek before trailing down to my bottom lip.

“But it wasn’t pain that held me together. It was my ability to recall the feel of your gentle, comforting touch.”

“Aero…” I stifle a sob, my heart squeezing like a fist in my chest.

“I was strengthening you all while you were unknowingly strengthening me.” I feel him harden beneath me as his breathing changes, but the power in his direct gaze has me locked to those hazel eyes.

I trail my hands over his scars, running my fingers over the fleshy healed wound above his eye. The badge of honor he proudly wears from the night my mother was killed is a chilling reminder of a promise kept by the masked man who was always watching. Forever protecting.

My palm cups his cheek, my thumb trailing the scar near his lip, then the one lining his jaw. He embraces my touch, sighing in comforted relief, finally opening himself to the intensity of my loving displays of affection, before he continues.

“I love you with every echoed beat of my dark and hollowed heart, the hole in which contains my shattered ghost of a soul. I love you with all the fractured tears inside my tortured mind. With every agonizing breath I breathe.”

With his hand sliding to the back of my neck, he pulls me forward until our foreheads rest together, the tips of our noses grazing each other’s, as his direct stare pierces through the depths of me.

“You helped me to find a fragment of peace in a world constructed of pain,” he whispers against my lips, his bottom lip quivering. “I just,”—he swallows—“needed you to know.”

I smile graciously against his mouth, feeling entirely blessed and fortunate beyond words.

“Love is beneath us,” I utter breathlessly, trailing my lips along the softness of his.

His lips mirror mine, and his hauntingly beautiful smile at my declaration warms the deepest part of my soul. His tongue tastes my lips before I meet it with mine, sealing our connection.

My heart is owned by the man that saved me by giving me the voice to save myself.

A connection like ours isn’t meant for love stories. It’s tragic and tarnished in its root. Full of dark and disturbing desires that tradition and societal normalities cannot contain. A devotion to another, grown through the dirt of tragedies of the past.

It’s the poison of a new flower, opening in its toxic bloom to a world that isn’t ready to accept the dark beauty of its daggered thorns. Transmitting a rare, yet bitter illness that seeps its way into your bloodstream, holding you ransom to your desires, captivating and controlling only by devouring the fallacies of who we thought we were from the inside out.

It’s sick love.

And it’s entirely ours to own.

Chapter sixty

Epilogue: The Cleansing

Hereyeshavefallenclosed as slow steady breaths leave her parted lips.

Angelic in the darkest light.

My beautiful doll wants to play, diving deep into those hidden desires they don’t talk about for fear of coming across as crazy and psychotic and devilishly impure. But that’s exactly what we are, and exactly how we live our lives. Wild, raw, and entirely unfiltered.

I lift her limp body from the couch at our temporary home and walk her towards the back bedroom. We’re on the run, flying from city to city, Africa being the next destination on our endless mission for vengeance against those who’ve wronged her. But after much needed healing on my part, my baby needed a cleaning, and the manner in which she requested has my cock practically cutting glass with excitement.

With the camera set up in the corner of the room, the focus entirely on us, I lay her in the middle of the king-sized bed, on top of the black pillow-top comforter. Her listless body folds into the plush bed, the softness threatening to swallow her gorgeous curves whole.

After removing her floral slip dress that looked so innocently cute on such a devious little devil, I stare down at her sedated form, covered only in a white lace bra and panties, enjoying the sight before me.

Her left nipple has slipped from the edge of the bra, and the panties are sitting lopsided on her hips from the initial struggle. She didn’t know when it would happen, only that it would. Fighting it wasn’t going to help her cause, only further riling the monster living deep within me.

She's succumbed to the sedatives, but every so often a soft moan leaves her throat, letting me know she isn’t too far gone.

My little listless fuck doll.

I crawl over her form, slowly devouring her. Licking from her thigh to the bone of her hip, I spread sporadic open-mouthed kisses onto the warm flesh beneath me. I trail my tongue up her stomach, licking between her breasts until I reach her nipples. I suck and savor each of them, ensuring to bite the tips hard enough to leave them red and aching. Punishment for ever offering up this body to anyone but me, even if she tore down an entire holy institution for yours truly in the process.

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