That Sik Luv

by Jescie Hall

I wanted sin. And I wanted it with him. Aero is my stalker. He’s like the air around him. Vanishing whenever he pleases. Showing up to surprise me when I least expect it to pleasure me in ways unimaginable. He only has two rules for me; give myself over to my hidden desires, and never find out who he is. What he doesn’t realize is he’s creating a monster. One with the same insatiable hunger for the sickest form of toxic love.

“Walk with me?” he asks, my eyes falling upon his outstretched hand, waiting for me to grab it. “I’d love to show you the grounds.”

Is he Aero!??!?!

Something had changed, and I needed to be careful to navigate it correctly.

“Shh,” he whispers against my neck, the scent of leather and sulfur hitting my nostrils. “Don’t scream,” his deep voice rumbles through his chest into mine as his hair tickles the side of my neck. “I’d hate to break my new favorite toy.”

“If you want to get out alive,” he whispers against my skin, the warmth of his breath tickling my skin, “run for your life.”

Half of a face, watching me from behind the pillar. A hooded man, barely illuminated by the moonlight with an eerie mask of black and white face paint to resemble a skeleton, and black locks hanging down across his forehead and into his eyes.

Her curiosities are pushing her towards me. I just need to wait until they’re eating her alive.

“Just another lamb to the slaughter, love,” I whisper, reaching up and wiping one of the tears from her face with my thumb, eyeing it in disgust. “Don’t cry for him. Those tears look fucking hideous on you.”

“Recognize Briony, that I’m the air to your fire. All you need to do is fan the flame.”

“You’re a woman without a voice, Briony,” he whispers against my lips. “Let me be the throat through which you scream.”

Briony Strait will break for me. But only after I break the system that wants her gone.

He looks down, slowly sliding his fingers through mine. Immediately I wonder if he’s going to need new tires by the end of this hand-holding experience.

I don’t know if it’s Saint’s lips on me, or if it’s that I know Aero’s tongue will be on me later to erase it that brings about that tightening in my lower abdomen again.

chin held as high as her implants.

This one got m3 🤣

Saint continues talking as I turn to acknowledge him, but I’m not listening or focusing at all. I’m mentally planning my escape. Simultaneously mapping all the fires I’m about to dare this devious man to ignite.

We appear to be polar opposites, differing colors stretched apart on the spectrum, reaching for the other. He’s the dark to my light as I am the color to his achromatic gloom.

The idea that I can trust someone of his level of insanity is asinine. I’m naïve, and run entirely by hormones. Hormones putting me in danger of a calculated man I can’t seem to crack.

My filthy girl finally covered in me.

I’m not in control, and I don’t think I want to be. I want to escape him, only for him to chase me down again.

“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.”

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

But this reality of hers I’ve held secret has the potential to break her past the point of repair.

She’s terrified. It’s hilarious. She was genuinely worried about me. No one worries for me. Not even me.

Lesser men would cap her power, ensuring she remains the staple of a traditional woman. I, however, want her to flourish in her rule over the masses. Her intelligence burned freely as a wildfire, destroying the traditions of the past.

“So it’s true. That’s what happens when your body primes itself for sexual endeavors?” he asks breathlessly, still staring at the wetness pooled between my legs.

What? PRIMES ITSELF FOR SEXUAL ENDEAVOURS????? 🤣😂🤣😂🤣 Excuse me my lady would you be so kind to show me such endeavours???

“I love you with every echoed beat of my dark and hollowed heart, the hole in which contains my shattered ghost of a soul. I love you with all the fractured tears inside my tortured mind. With every agonizing breath I breathe.”

My heart is owned by the man that saved me by giving me the voice to save myself.

It’s sick love. And it’s entirely ours to own.