Page 143 of That Sik Luv

Leather straps cross her body in the bodice of this little teddy that fits her tight curves like a glove and rises high on her hips. But it’s the leather girdle that connects the straps of the teddy to her toned thighs that gets me. Fuck, I want to hit her. Spank that white, creamy, defiant little ass until my handprint is forever etched into her flesh like our matching scars.

She’s leaning casually against the door, rolling something in her fingers, but it’s too dim to make out what it is.

My skin is damp with perspiration; my raging heart pounds within the confines of my chest. I want nothing more than to punish her for what she’s done to get me here in this position, and yet I have a feeling I won’t get that opportunity. Especially with that bone-chilling gaze she has set on me.

“Get over here,” I demand calmly from the bed.

Her head tips to the side, her coal-black hair softly draping over her shoulder as she leans casually against the doorframe, eyeing me up and down with a dangerous expression, void of emotion.

“Briony, get the fuck over here and untie me.” I breathe roughly through my nostrils, feeling them flare as my jaw tightens. “Now.”

The loss of control has me mentally spiraling, the rage building hot within my flesh as I do my best to remain collected.

After a few more agonizing seconds of silence, she pushes off the door, slowly strutting across the room in black stilettos. Those once angelic eyes are now heated in their stare. Her lips curl up, and she smirks at me.

She has the audacity to smirk at me, enjoying the exchange of power. Living for the inability of my retaliation. My head pounds and my thoughts run wild with what’s coming. My vision clears on what it is she’s holding, and my eyes narrow.

Tapping the end of the whip into her palm, she shakes her head at me, making a tsk sound with her tongue.

“Haven’t you heard, darling?” she coos, narrowing her eyes back at me. “You don’t speak unless spoken to.”

Taking the whip, she toys with the leather straps dangling from the tip, twirling them around her delicate little finger as a devious smile spreads across her gorgeous face. Lost in her beauty, she swings the whip down, cracking it across my bare thigh.

I suck in a sharp breath at the sting of pain before the warmth travels directly to my cock.

I harden, and her eyes fall on it.

“Pathetic,” she taunts, scoffing, before cracking the whip across my chest.

I take the pleasured pain with my chin lifted, my glare matching hers.

She’s driving me past the point of madness, playing a very dangerous game with an all too calculated man, working to break the stallion before her.

Turning from me, she waltzes her way over to the dresser and drops the whip on the floor. I see an array of objects lying on a single white cloth. She grips what looks like a bottle of wine by the neck.

“I hope you realize what this means, Briony,” I call from the bed. “There will be retribution.”

She pauses in place before turning her chin to her shoulder. A dry chuckle leaves her throat as she grips the bottle with one hand. Slowly, she drags it along the edge of the dresser, the scrape of the glass against the wood producing a low, eerie hum. At the end of the wood, the bottle drops to her side, where she grips the neck with her fingers, prowling towards me again.

“Yeah, so I don’t do well with threats.”

Smart little bitch stole my words.

She approaches the bed from the side, trailing her nails up along my thigh. My muscles contract and I fight the restraints again.

“You’re gonna need to breathe through this,” she purrs, raising the bottle above me.

She pours wine over my closed lips, the sweet liquid spilling over my mouth and down my chin. She continues, angling the bottle over my chest, where she pours more. The muscles of my abdomen tighten, and the chill of the cool wine pools in the crevices. She bends down, and her tongue darts out of her mouth, licking a trail up the line of muscles, lapping it up. My cock reluctantly responds to her endless taunting, resting up along my lower abdomen, stiff and heavy.

If I thought breaking Briony was exhilarating, I’d yet to realize how mind-blowing watching her break me would be.

With her hard eyes set on mine, she lifts the bottle to her mouth again, swallowing down a hefty amount of wine.

She’s an animal. A wild fucking animal that’s been caged too long. Her taste of freedom has her roaming the edges of her terrain, pushing the boundaries of a life she didn’t know she needed.

Seeing her in her element makes my chest swell with pride for my queen.

Still gonna fuck her up for this.

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