Page 85 of That Sik Luv

Her hand cranks my head back against the couch abruptly with a tight pull, causing my eyes to water and my cock to leak a drop of cum.Fuck.

“You ready to share?” she asks, with a cocked brow, confidence exuding her.

I study her face, absorbing her words.Oh, I get it now. She’s testing me. Smart little bitch.

Pulling my hair even harder, a groan leaves my throat as she leans forward, her lips against my ear. “Ready to watch your little brother fuck me? Use me, and make me cum a big wet mess all over his thick cock like the greedy whore I am?” she whispers seductively, grinding into my lap.

Fucking Christ.She’s onto me. She knows I push her buttons to harden her, and now she’s using my tactics against me, training me to find my self-restraint, as if I had any. I just gouged a man’s eye out for looking at her twice. How the fuck am I going to allow one of my greatest enemies to slide into her? To get pleasure from sinking intomywet cunt?

A growl leaves the base of my throat at the thought.

“Or maybe,” she begins softly, releasing the hold on my hair. Her hand travels down my forehead, finding the scar beneath the paint she loves to touch. Gentle fingers slide down my cheek and have me grinding my back teeth. “Maybe I’ll punishyou.”

My eyes go back and forth between her blue ones that seem even brighter with the heavy makeup I had her apply, calculating her every move. I’ve created a monster I can’t control. Briony is unleashed, taking this world as her own.

“Maybe instead, I’ll make sweet, soft love to you, Aero,” she whispers, running her finger down the ridge of my pecs over my shirt. She swirls her finger around my nipple and the light touch sends a current of electricity to my cock. I hate that I respond to it; the gentle caress. I hate that it feels so fucking good, as if I haven’t trained myself to see red with this form of touch.

It pisses me the fuck off. She’s getting in my head on her own because I haven’t allowed for more.

“I’ll slide down your cock slowly, staring straight into those hazel eyes,” she moans, running her palm along the length of my dick, brushing her fingers along the crest of my sensitive tip. “I’ll whisper how much I love you, and you alone, as you fill me with your cum,” she finishes before leaning forward to kiss my lips, her necklace dangling between us.

I grip the necklace in my palm, twisting it until it’s tight on her neck. Her eyes are narrowed and taunting, knowing the havoc she’s causing.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I ask, pissed and caught off guard.

“What?” she asks casually, pushing my hand away and tipping her head to the side near her shoulder, looking every part the vixen she’s become. “Don’t enjoy being on the receiving end of your own pain?” Her tone is every bit as demeaning as mine as she taunts me.

I could strangle her for her quick-witted judgment. Too intelligent for her own good. She knows me like no one else, and with that comes her ability to cripple me. More powerful than she realizes. We’re fire playing with fucking fire, and we’re bound to burn each other to the ground before we burn the world around us.

Luckily, before the toxic side of me duct tapes her mouth shut and fucks her ass in front of the entire club to teach her a lesson, I hear Nox finish up with his women, knowing he’ll be on his way back to the viewing room for our meeting.

“Mmm, shit.” I mock, standing and picking her up with me as I do. I help her to her feet on those platform heels, adjusting her dress back in place as a flushed face of frustration stares back at my shit-eating grin. “Fresh outta time for my lesson, darling.”

Chapter forty-one

Hold the Key

Brionysitsprettyinthe corner of the exhibition room by herself while Nox and I silently talk business across the way.

“They’re antsy. Up in their fucking asses upset that she ran,” Nox tells me. “Apparently, Callum sent some of his own guys to search for her after seeing the plane tickets purchased under her name. When they couldn’t find her at the airport, they expanded their search. Greyhounds, all that. They want her, and now that she’s gone, Callum is flipping his shit.”

I scoff. “Figures. They lost control of the situation by placing their needs in someone else’s hands.”

My hands.

“You got that right. I’d love to take on one of those greasy fucks, show him how we operate in the streets.”

“And Saint? Any word on him?”

“None. And I can’t figure that out. I’m assuming he’s just playing it cool to keep the heat off him for the time being. Such a controversy for him to be a part of this, considering...”

My tongue trails across my teeth as I shake my head, thinking of my little blackmailing situation.

“I mean, it seems they are really pushing for him to step in and take the bishop title, which is odd for someone of his age, but they need the family name permanently solidified in the church if they hope to conquer the townspeople, and they will pay anything to make that happen.”

“Everything that family has worked for.” I scoff, sarcasm in my tone.

“The Bishop’s term is nearing its end, and he seems more than eager to hurry the process since the suicide,” Nox explains.

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