Page 51 of That Sik Luv

I obey, wrapping my lips around his tongue and tasting myself on it. He groans as I pop off the end, feeling the weight of his heavy cock resting on my backside through his pants.

Quickly, without another thought, he undoes his belt. Taking it, he wraps the leather around my upper arms, pulling them together tightly onto my back. I’m still swirling from my first orgasm given by a man I don’t even know, when the feeling of his warm, fleshy cock rubs against my sensitive and swollen clit from behind.

“Call for your God now, church girl,” he says gruffly, “Because after I dirty you the way I intend, you’re gonna need some saving to cling to.”

Chapter twenty-seven

That Violent Love

Noonecouldholdme back.

Not one fucking person.

Not my prick of a boss, Alastor Abbott. Not my piece of shit father, Callum. Not my dim-witted half-brother, Saint. They want her dead. They want to crumble her sweet, innocent soul into the ground, whereas I want to break it, reviving her pieces in my darkness.

Beautiful Briony is mine to take, and watching her bloom before me has me losing all the control I ever thought I owned.

She’s spread open before me on her knees, moaning out something useless into the blankets, probably still reveling in the aftermath of her orgasm as I undress myself entirely, leaving nothing but the mask.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a perfect pussy in all my life. It screams innocence and purity, and the urge to destroy it is at an all-time high, especially after she just came all over my face, making a complete mess of me the way I’d hoped. I’m bound by her. My balls are tight and heavy as fuck; my cock, already leaking pre-cum, painfully aching and seeking relief as it hangs sturdily between us.

I know she’s clean. She’s so pure it hurts. It’s been years since I properly fucked, so using protection is just nothing I’m interested in. If we’re going to fuck, I’m going to feel it all. Fuck the rest.

I grip the base of my cock, rolling the pierced head along her warm, swollen lips. She jerks in response, pulling her leg, which is still tied to the bed, so I smack the side of her ass in a subtle warning, then hold her hip in place.

“You’re gonna need to breathe through this.”

I push the head of my cock in, forcing it into her tight cunt, watching her walls cave in around it as she cries out into the mattress. Gripping the hair at her crown again, I pull her face off the bed.

“No,” I growl, tightening my grip. “I need to hear the angels leave your body through your throat.”

She lets out a sob, gasping for air from the way I’ve got her head cranked back. I loosen my grip on her hair, clutching a fist full near her neck, rolling the long locks around my palm. She drops her head slightly, resting on her forearms with her back arched up towards me.

The curve of her spine is fucking magnificent from this view. I take my free hand and run it over the arch of her back, fingering each beautiful protrusion of her spine. She’s panting beneath me, her thighs trembling, waiting with just the head of my cock inside of her.

“Please, be gentle...” she whimpers.

I scoff. “Why do we have pain if we can’t mold it into pleasure?”

So many archaic rules, traditions, and sins are being broken, along with Briony in this room. All I want is for her to know that none of it matters. I want her to feel awakened by a new force, more powerful than the fictitious god she worships. I desperately seek to give her the power she’s entitled to. The power they keep trying to strip from her, owning her mind and body infinitely.

Briony will become the weapon she was always meant to be.

I spit down on my cock, wetting it up higher in order to ease myself inside her virgin walls. Watching as her knuckles turn white from her hold on the comforter, I push my way in, deep and fast, with a forceful thrust.

She gasps, a cry escaping her throat as she stretches to accommodate me. Her walls slowly loosen, but the grip is so tight, her pussy clamps around me like a fist.

I groan loudly, forgetting just how good sex can feel as she cries through her moans.

“Fuck, this view,” I grunt, pulling back out slightly and seeing her cum coating my dick, the curves of her frame beneath me screaming of femininity in it’s perfection. “This body was built for sin.”

Picking up the pace, I drop her hair and grip onto the thick flesh of her hips, driving myself into her faster and harder, falling into the feeling of being the first one here.Mine.

My balls tighten as they slap against her skin, surely leaving her lips nice and red from the assault.

She screams loudly before I bend over her back, wrapping a palm around her mouth. I still myself deep inside her, my cock hardening further as I feel her clamp down on me yet again.

“Careful now,” I growl. “We don’t need any heroes coming up here, trying to save you.”

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