Page 144 of That Sik Luv

Approaching me from the edge of the bed, she places the bottle delicately on the floor. She crawls up onto the bed between my legs, her shoulders rolling like a true predator, conquering her prey as she climbs my naked frame.

Straddling my abdomen, she plants her palms on both sides of my head, leaning over me from above. I move to sit up, but can only go so far with my restraints. She pulls back, cocking a mischievous brow, taunting her freedom and the lack of mine. My lip curls in frustration.

“This little game of yours won’t end well for you,” I say confidently, resting my head back against the bed.

She scowls. “I didn’t ask for your opinion.”

My eyes rake over her beautiful body in the leather teddy, wanting to rip it to shreds with my teeth, my knife, my fucking cock. I need out of these cuffs.

“Then what are you asking for?” I ask, biting down on my bottom lip while staring at hers, imagining her sweet cries of pain.

“Consent.”

I scoff. “Consent? For wha—“

“Tell me you trust me,” she interrupts, her drop in tone causing me to pause.

Trust her? I’ve never trusted anyone in my life to the extent I trust her. She’s bloomed for me. Bled for me. Killed for me. Trust isn’t even a question.

“With everything.” I answer.

Our eyes hold for a moment. The emotion she conveys nearly makes my black, dead heart combust.

She sits upright, raking her fingers down my chest.

“Good,” she answers abruptly.

I admire her exposed ass when she hops off me, walking to the dresser again to grab what looks like a ball gag.

“No, fuck no,” I spit out.

She walks closer, holding the black gag with a leather strap looped around her finger. When she strings it across the side of my face, I thrash my head away from it.

Tipping her chin, she says, “You can’t fight me.” She leans forward, her lips dusting the shell of my ear. “There’s no escaping this; no key left waiting. No puzzle for this intelligent assassin to outwit.” Gripping the hair at the top of my head, she pulls tightly until I’m hissing in pained pleasure. My cock jumps between us and I flex my quads tightly. “No escaping me, Aero.”

My hard glare finds hers. I’ve created a monster. She’s an alpha, her thirst for dominance more powerful than mine.

She releases my hair, slapping me across the face, and I breathe out a sigh.

“Hilarious, what a little pain does to you,” she taunts, peering at my erection. “Bet you’re just aching for some contact. Craving this warm, wet mouth wrapped around that pierced tip. Imagining sliding into my wet, slick walls, perhaps?”

My chest is practically heaving at the words spilling from those beautiful lips. I pull once more on the straps that hold me down, a deep growl of frustration rumbling in my chest.

“Hush, my love,” she whispers seductively through her grin. “It’s time for us to erase your past.”

Confusion hits me as she slips the leather strap of the ball gag over the top of my head, trying to force the ball into my mouth. I thrash wildly, thwarting her efforts, until she climbs above me, placing one knee on my chest and the other on my neck, pinning me down and holding my nose closed until I have no choice but to surrender or suffocate.

My jaw opens to obtain air, and my mouth is immediately filled with the gag. Securing the back of it, she brushes away the strands of hair covering my eyes, and I harden my gaze on her before she delicately trails her fingers over the scar near my eyebrow, then my mouth, focusing on my lips.

“That’s right. Surrender to me, sweetheart,” she whispers before placing a soft kiss on my temple.

She continues trailing light kisses along my face before finding my neck. Getting to my collarbone, her warm tongue lashes across my skin, trailing down to my chest. The ball gag captures my throaty moan as I surrender to the tender touch.

She knows my balance now. Gentle love, but with a bite.

Her full lips wrap around my nipple before the sensation of her teeth tears into the flesh. My hips rise of their own accord, the muscles of my thighs taut with tension, searching for some sort of friction against my aching cock at the delicious pain.Fuck, this is driving me crazy.

She straightens, and my eyes trail her body, those gold bars through her nipples pressing against the sheer black mesh of the lingerie, making me even more thirsty for a taste. Lost in dirty-minded thoughts, her palm finds the side of my face again. My dark hair falls over my eyes as the sting of the slap has me practically coming on myself.

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