Page 42 of That Sik Luv

“In the name of Aero, your new god, I baptize you, Briony Strait.” I take the rest and wipe it over her lips as she stares at me in horrified disbelief. “Your new life begins now.”

She pulls her head back away from me, an immediate glare taking over the innocence that was once there.

“How dare you!” she spits out at me, moving to stand.

I smile to myself as I watch her rip the belt from around her neck. I knew her denial and regret were coming. She throws it at me, hitting my chest, and I catch it with one hand. I watch as she slips the straps of her gown back over her shoulders, covering her saliva-coated chest. Gripping the bottom of her dress, she lifts it, moving to wipe her face off.

Dropping the belt, I charge her. Gripping her neck, she drops the edge of the dress, backing into the desk until she falls against it, seated on the edge.

“Don’t you dare waste that,” I growl. “You’ll learn to take everything I give you. Savor it until you find yourself needing more. You’ll thirst for me, Briony. Mark my words.”

Her nostrils flare as I stand above her. I clean her face off with my fingers, slowly feeding them to her to clean and lick off. She reluctantly complies, swallowing it down as a whimper leaves her throat, until I’ve gotten as much as I can from her skin.

Something about the danger of being in my presence, forcing her to enjoy something she’s learned a lifetime to deny, excites her to her twisted little core. It’s lovely.

I’m sick. I’m twisted. I’m definitely fucked up. But I know no other way. Briony will learn to live in my world, deriving pleasure from pain and humiliation until she owns her weaknesses. Breaking her into her new life as my counterpart in this sick game of redemption.

Leaning forward, my mask rubs against the side of her face, breathing in her scent once more before I leave.Mine.

“Go clean up,” I instruct in her ear. “But leave your lips untouched.”

I lean back, facing her again, both of my hands sliding up to cup her jaw. Her eyes narrow in confusion.

“Be my good girl and kiss your prince tonight with my cum still clinging to your lips.”

Giving her cheek a soft slap, I turn, grabbing my belt before I thread it back in place. She swallows, trembling as a breath leaves her lips. Reaching behind her, I grab the manila envelope from the desk, putting it in my waistband behind my back. I make my way towards the door, buttoning the rest of my shirt back in place as her eyes follow me.

“Do it, Briony,” I say sternly, straightening my shirt before tucking it in. “Or…see what happens if you don’t.”

With that, I twist the lock, open the door, and leave my smeared, dirtied little doll with her new task in hand.

Chapter twenty-three

Bound to Burn

I’mdisgusted.

Repulsed.

This man just desecrated everything I believe in. Everything I stand for. He spit in the face of my religion, doing what he did in there, wiping his release across my forehead in some sort of sick display of dominance.

I’m heated, angry, and on edge as I wipe my face clean of him in the bathroom down the hall. I hold my head in my hands, leaning forward as the heat of the running water causes light steam to form, billowing up before me.

What have I done?

I fell into his trap again, completing whatever mission he had me on. The key, the room, the envelope, the disruption of my innocence…

Never in all of my life have I ever been treated so disrespectfully. And of course, it would be the man who’s not only seemingly obsessed with destroying my purity, but entirely set on protecting me by way of riddles and hidden bodies.

My emotions, my hormones, my entire world, have shifted on their axis because of him. I couldn’t help but be fascinated by him in there, or any room for that matter. Whether or not I like it, I’m drawn to him in ways unknown to me, like something deep inside the dark corners of my core speaks to the darkness inside of him.

He was bigger than I’d imagined a man to be. The sight of him enraptured me. Stiff, thick and velvety, roped with pulsing veins, and a gold ringed piercing through the tip. I didn’t even know it was a thing for men to pierce their sex organs.

It’s entirely strange and completely confusing to me. No one can even see it, so what’s the purpose?

I’m reminded of his rough grasp on the belt around my neck and his hold on my hair, his raspy groans that left his throat as he continuously ‘fucked’ mine, and that dangerous look in his eyes when he told me to look at him while he was inside my mouth. The familiar warmth is back between my thighs, the dampness ever-present. This sensation, the feeling of being bound so tight...it just won’t end.

I feel dirty. I feel used. I feel...unsatisfied, longing for more. Just as he wanted.

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