That Sik Luv

Aero

Mine .

She’s here. She’s training. She’s evolving into everything I imagined she would.

Briony has been living on my land, at my secluded cabin with me for a week now, effectively picking up every available trick and tool I’ve taught her. She’s a phenomenal assassin for her age and the short time she’s been training, using her strengths to strike cleanly and hit her targets every time. Who would’ve thought my little church girl would have such a skilled and steady hand?

I waited for her truths to break her. I wondered if they’d cause her to crumble. After days of tears and more gutted trees in the woods, she’d rid herself of the sadness of discovering she’d been orphaned just as I’d hoped, putting all her faith in me and me alone. The man who still held her biggest secret.

You could say I was manipulating her to become who I wanted her to be. It’s how it began. But truthfully, she was showing me who she was on her own.

The idea of bringing Saint down by screwing him and destroying the clerical celibacy that is required of any priest left me seeing nothing but red. She’s my flower. My doll. My purpose. My existence. And yet, if I want her to be everything she’s entitled to become, I have to find a way to let her dictate her own revenge. As she’s told me before, she’s the king of her own game.

Death was too easy an art.

Briony spilled the words from her angelic lips as if my job wasn’t entirely created to kill. The statement filled my chest with pride at the little demon she was. She thought like someone who’d lost their mind and their morals, seeking to inflict the same pain and torture she’d nearly endured. She wanted them to suffer. And nothing made my ready cock swell more.

I tried to calm myself during our training. I attempted to reign in my chaos, my thirst for pain, but there was no hope. The need to build her up by breaking her apart flooded my being. I wanted her to feel every infliction of torture; wanted her to embrace it. Needed her to hear the disgusting, vile, and despicable words as they spilled from my lips so she could own them as hers, taking the power right from their meaning, and rising above it. Knowing her actual worth in a world that consistently accepts quantity over quality.

She’s my goddess. My light. My life. And after every training session, I make an effort to prove that to her. Touching her is easy. It’s been a dream of mine for years. Mending her wounds, cleaning every part of my doll I’ve dirtied; my favorite part. I could make a career out of tending to her needs, strengthening her. The part I continue to struggle with is allowing her touch to heal me.

Exposing my abuse wasn’t hard. I forced the accidental meeting, so she’d see firsthand how the bishop treats his most desired students. The ones he grooms. The ones who need additional lessons to accept and embrace what he defines the Holy Spirit.

He’d caught me in a trap. I was young and naïve. The perfect broken boy with no one to call my kin, who sought the support of a father-like figure in my life. He’d convinced me that what we did behind those church doors was for my benefit alone. For my salvation.

But it always felt wrong, and asking for it to stop only encouraged him more. I’d learned to be quiet and accept the ways of the world until the day I finally broke.

“We are born into sin,” he’d tell me. “Give yourself over to Christ so you can be purified of these transgressions, and maybe then you’ll have a chance at true redemption.”

The only redemption I sought now was a bullet through his skull after forcing him to choke and vomit on his own severed dick.

He took away my calm. My gentle. He owned it in the soft caresses he’d provided. The word love held new meaning. I love the way you receive your Lord. I love your pretty face covered in the Holy Spirit. I love you, son, my child of God, gifted to me.

A word I’d craved so badly as a lost little boy that is now forever tarnished. Engraved into my being as dirty, nasty…wrong.

I didn’t want to be loved anymore. I wanted to be loathed.

Time was running out, and the lie that Briony was still out seeking her parents in Africa would crumble soon. They would be looking for her. Alastor would be looking for me. I needed more information on what’s been happening around the town since our little disappearance. Lucky for me, the eyes and ears of the secluded nightclub hold it all.

“Where are we?” she asks from the passenger seat of the blacked-out Audi, her eyes crinkled in the corners as she peers around me, scanning the dirty exterior of the brick building.

I don’t answer her as I exit the vehicle, coming around to her side to open the door.

“Why am I wearing this?” she asks, pulling at the tight black snakeskin mini dress and glancing at her four-inch heels, already annoying me with her questions.

Hasn’t she learned to trust me, yet?

I’m adjusting her dress, ensuring her cleavage is sitting up just where it needs to so she fits in, when I see the crucifix necklace back around her neck, hanging between those plump breasts. She sees my gaze upon it and quickly grips it between her fingers, her nervous eyes studying me, wondering what I’ll do.

I’ll be ripping that from your neck later darling, don’t worry.

We walk down the alleyway, where I find the old steel door to the club. She wraps her arms around herself, eyeing the leather coat around me, fighting off the chill of the night. If she thinks for a second I’m going to cover her with my coat, she’s fucking crazy. Not here.

I knock once, pause, then knock three times.

The door finally creaks open, and he’s there waiting.

The big dumb doorman eyes my skull-covered face, then bends his neck to look at Briony behind me, before gazing back at me again.

“Damn. Another one, huh?” he laughs through his nose, shaking his head. “At least they’ve got good taste.”

“Nox,” I say, interrupting his irrelevant comments. “Where is he?”

A disturbing smile stretches across his ugly face. “Black Room.” He nods behind him.

I push past him, pulling Briony in front of me by her sweaty little palm. The man’s eyes stay focused on her body a bit too long for my liking, trailing her neck to her plump, bouncing breasts as she walks clumsily in the mini-dress. I pull her through the door, before turning and backhanding the side of his face with my Glock.

“Fuck!” he curses, grabbing his face.

He grabs for my shirt, gripping it into a fist before pushing me back against the wall. A grunt slips from my lungs at the force, and I smile at him, loving his reaction as blood trickles down his face from the fresh cut above his eye, his enormous head, wrinkled and red with frustration. He holds his other fist back, wanting to use it.

“Do it,” I taunt with a wicked smile. “Look at her again.”

“Stop!” Briony screams from behind him.

“I bet you would love to suck on those soft pink tits, wouldn’t you?”

“Please, stop!” she continues.

“Her creamy tight ass is even better,” I continue, as his eyes narrow even further. “So full and fuckable.”

His eyes stay trained on me, knowing my crazy knows no limits.

“Look at her!” I demand. “C’mon, give me a reason to take off the top of your skull.” I smirk, pointing my gun at the side of his head.

I crave the fight. The abuse. The pain. It’s the only thing besides her that makes life feel tolerable.

His nostrils flare as his barrel chest rumbles his frustrations in the dim crimson lights of the hallway. He’s breaking. Having a hard time allowing Bones, of all people, to come in here and make a fool out of him again.

“I’ll make sure I’m the first to fuck this new piece of ass. Stretch her out for all the customers until no one wants her loose, whore cunt,” he grumbles beneath his breath as he turns to look at her, his eyes focused on her legs, moving up to the place between her thighs that I own.

I feel the fever rising. The fire in my neck threatening eruption. I chuckle, enjoying this newfound sensation. “You actually did it.” I laugh to myself in manic disbelief, tossing my gun to Briony.

She catches it, looking back at me with fear practically dripping from her beautiful face. The security guard looks confused.

“You fucking looked at her again,” I say directly with a straight face.

His brows knit together as I slide my switchblade out from under the sleeve of my leather coat. I reach up, stabbing him in the left eye. His scream, etched with pain, shrieks around us as he drops my shirt and falls to his knees. Blood spurts from the wound as he reaches behind him for his gun.

“Don’t you dare,” Briony warns, pointing the barrel of the gun at the back of his head.

My smile stretches across my face again, thrill and fervent lust dancing dangerously throughout me.

Fuck, I’m hard again.

His shaking hand pulls away from his pants.

“You demented fucks!” he curses, finding his footing as he screams in horror, stumbling back through the door we entered.

Briony’s eyes are wide as saucers as she breathes through parted lips. She’s panting so hard her full breasts nearly spill over the top of the dress. She’s terrified. It’s hilarious. She was genuinely worried about me. No one worries for me. Not even me.

I lead her to the room with the matte black door in the back. Opening the door to the exhibition room, I expect to be met with Nox waiting for me since my call.

As soon as we enter the dark room, Briony gasps at the scene before us, cowering her face into my shoulder immediately at the sight. There, behind the glass, Nox has one of his workers on her knees before him. He fists her blonde ponytail, fucking her face while he sits back in the wing-backed chair, enjoying her struggle.

These rooms are for people who pay to watch without being able to touch or be seen. Exhibition room for visual entertainment only. Nox, however, likes to put on his own shows, and as it appears, he’s in the process of a thorough interview with a potential new hire.

“Fuck yeah, earn that dollar,” he grunts to the woman dressed in a white blouse and pencil skirt before him. “Ah, you’re doing great, sweetheart. Just keep sucking that tip.”

Briony’s grip on my arm loosens at the sound of his praise, and a light sigh passes her lips. I know she can hear it all, and I know deep within her, she enjoys every last bit of it. My naughty girl likes to watch. I bet the only glimpse of porn she’s seen is the video I took of her passed out, naked. The one where I touched and licked her in her sleep as she watched after, squirming in arousal.

God, just the reminder of that night makes me want to drug her again. Fuck her unconscious with her permission, and show her how badly her body craves me, especially when her mind is turned off. Enlightening her to her own sexual desires is a fucking treat to me, one I plan to explore more of.

I push forward, making my way further into the dark room, having a seat on the leather couch set for viewing just as another girl dressed in a sparkling bikini and six-inch heels comes into view. She tosses a long, tanned leg over Nox, straddling his lower abdomen, and they tongue each other while the girl on the floor between his legs keeps sucking.

“Oh my God,” Briony gasps, holding her hand over her mouth.

“Sit.” I sit back on the couch, spreading my legs and patting my upper thighs.

She does as I ask and sits her ass right on my cock. Keeping her thighs sealed together tightly, I can practically hear her innocent little heart racing beneath her porcelain skin, her pussy clenching with desire like an animal in heat.

“Watch them play,” I whisper my command as my hands find her shoulders.

I gently pull the straps down her arms, gripping the tight material with two hands at her waist and pulling it, exposing her milky-white breasts.

“Aero.” She goes to stop me, sitting forward, but I pull her back against my throbbing cock.

“They can’t see in here.”

She calms her breathing, leaning back against my chest again.

Briony’s eyes are set on the scene before us, fascination dancing in her dilated pupils from the reflection of the mirror placed in the corner. Reaching up, I toy with her nipples, gently twisting them between my fingers without touching any other part of her breasts. Just subtle pulls against the pebbled beauties. Her ass wiggles in my lap, the temptations becoming too much for her aching clit.

My doll is insatiable since exploring her newfound desires. I can’t keep her appetite full, and I fucking love it.

The woman beneath Nox stops sucking his cock, taking the base of it and guiding it into the woman on his lap. She pulls her string bikini to the side, sitting back on his dick, and slowly slides up and down his shaft, riding his cock while the office woman stays beneath, sucking his balls as they bounce.

“You like that?” I ask in her ear, my hands now trailing up her thighs, leaving goosebumps. Fingertips graze her damp panties, and I softly run them along the length of her clit. “Watching them share? Maybe you want to be the woman on top of me getting fucked,” I continue, making soft circles over the pooling arousal. “Or maybe you’d like to be the whore on her knees, lapping up the pleasure I give to someone else?”

The woman’s cries fill the dark theater-like room as Nox begins pounding into her, her perky breasts spilling out of her sparkly triangular top, bouncing right in his face.

Briony turns to me. She pulls her dress up her thighs and straddles my lap. Her hand slides up the back of my neck, sinking into the length of my hair. She pulls it back tightly at the crown of my head, causing me to flex my hips into her sweet, covered cunt. I’ll fuck her right now if she’s not careful.

“Do you?” she asks, licking up the side of my paint-covered face. “Enjoy watching them share?”

My cock jumps in my jeans at the sudden switch in roles.

“Yeah,” I answer as she bends down, licking my throat, while I watch the woman on the floor pull out Nox’s cock and suck it clean before placing it back into the wet cunt above her.

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 into my wet 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 punish you.”

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.”