: Chapter 42

The look on Aero’s face should terrify me. The way those piercing eyes darken while staring through me, and how those pupils enlarge into saucers, should have me running for the door, seeking escape. He’s a madman that I’ve willingly submitted my reins to, and I’m naïve enough to think I can handle the beast he is.

His eyes narrow to slits as he glares up at me from his seat on the couch. The way his lip curls under the black paint as I straddle his lap has my pulse pounding through my overly exposed neck.

“Stand,” he demands.

I think he can sense the nervousness in my posture. I take a quick breath, then slowly find my footing on the floor again, helping myself off of him. His gaze stays trained on mine as he sits back comfortably on the couch, resting an arm along the back. His entire aura demands attention. From the confidence that electrifies the air between us, and the relaxed posture of his daunting size, to the directness of his haunting eyes through the black and white paint.

“Slip out of that dress.”

I blink slowly, biting the corner of my lip. Nox is still cuffed behind me on the floor where I left him, watching everything intently. Aero is about to have his fun with me before his friend, flaunting his little doll for his own sick satisfaction. The idea of something so crude and degrading has my clit throbbing in anticipation.

We suffer the same disease, one I hadn’t realized resided in my bones until he summoned it from my core.

Pulling the strap of the dress down my shoulder, I pause, feeling nervous as I find his direct gaze again. His brow cocks beneath the paint in apparent boredom, his dark hair draped over his forehead looking every bit the dangerous man I forget he is.

He stands from the couch and brushes past me, walking towards the small bar near the back of the room. I’m on edge, playing with fire. My thighs tremble at the unknown. Grabbing a bottle by the neck, he lurks silently back to me, eyes trailing my body as I hear a dark, throaty laugh from the floor behind us, sending chills down my spine. My fear is awakened.

Aero approaches me, twisting open the bottle of liquor, and taking a drink. I watch as his throat rolls, swallowing down the toxic substance without even flinching. With his other hand, he grabs the front of my throat, spinning me until my back is against his chest, holding me in place. Leaning over the top of me the way he does, even in my heels, he tips my head back, and I understand what he wants of me.

My lips part as my tongue dips out of my mouth. He spits the liquid down into my mouth, pouring a mouthful of alcohol onto my tongue. A fiery peppermint-tasting substance. His hand holds my throat, ensuring I swallow it down, some of the burning liquid dripping over my lips, down my chin, and onto my chest.

Nox watches with his mouth open, excitement dancing behind his dark eyes.

Aero’s hand slides further up my throat, cupping my chin as his throaty whisper reaches my ear. “Let’s show him how we play, little doll. Let’s smear him with our sickness.”

My pussy clenches and my insides are already yearning to be filled in the dim private room as hauntingly dark rock music plays in the background, setting the mood for destruction.

He drops his hand, circling around until he’s before me again. With a simple glance and a nod, he commands me without words to remove the dress again. With my chin raised and my eyes on him alone, I peel the straps down my shoulders, pulling it down, and allowing the dress to fall to the floor beneath us, leaving me in nothing but my black lace thong and the stilettos he gave me to wear tonight.

My bare breasts rise and fall as I try to regulate my breathing, my nipples in tight, hard little buds, sensing every bit of the cool air in this room. Two sets of eyes trail my body and I feel the heat of their stares like a physical touch burning my exposed flesh.

Nox licks his lips as Aero’s curl in approval.

“Kneel on the couch,” his indifferent tone slices through me.

I stand still, hesitating, before finally walking a step over to the couch. I kneel on the cold leather beneath me, holding onto the back of it for support.

“Now bend forward, spread those thighs, and show him my pretty pink cunt.”

I swallow, closing my eyes tightly as I let out a quick, nervous breath. Bending forward, I arch my back, angling my ass up. Using my thumb, I pull the lace strip over, exposing myself to both men behind me.

“Fuck,” Nox mumbles softly.

“Yeah,” Aero answers with a deep growl, his agreement making my toes curl.

“Let me taste,” Nox begs from the floor. “Dear God, let me eat that shit.”

I hear movement behind me, and before I know it, Aero’s hands slide along my skin and over the curve of my ass, goosebumps dancing across in their wake. I feel teeth sink into my flesh, and I hiss in pain before he licks the sensitive area, healing his harm.

I wait for more, but am surprised when he sits on the floor beneath me, leaning his back against the edge of the couch. I have no idea what his plan is or how far this will go between the three of us, but my nerves have my pulse rising and my stomach tightly bound with excitement.

“Oh, the things I’d do to that cunt,” Nox continues, his eyes rolling back in his head as he watches from a few feet away.

“You should see what she likes,” Aero answers. “You wouldn’t believe how nasty this little angel gets.” His head drops back against the seat of the couch, his warm breath caressing my pussy as he continues talking, staring up at me bare before him. “Isn’t that right, baby?”

“Yes,” I moan, feeling myself get wetter with every word that falls from his lips.

His hands skim up the backs of my thighs, fingers pushing deep and hard until they reach the cusp of my ass. He grips, then pulls me open, giving his friend the full view of every part of me. I feel humiliated, degraded, and somehow more treasured than ever before. He’s parading his most prized possession and, as dehumanizing as it can seem, I can’t help but find it oddly attractive. It’s entirely overwhelming, and I’m already feeling light-headed in this lust-filled smog.

“Fuck, she’s perfect,” Nox says, admiring me.

“You ever seen an angel leave a body?” Aero asks, gripping the lace thong and making me gasp as he rips it apart, pulling it down my thigh. “Wait until you see her face when she comes.”

I squirm above him, craving some sort of touch. The words, the way he speaks of me, the way their eyes are burning through my flesh, admiring me like some sort of rarity. It’s all too much. My stomach twists with desire. I need to be touched.

“Fuck my face, Briony,” Aero demands between my thighs. “Suffocate the shit outta me with this clit. Make a mess of my face in front of him, and force him to grind his dick into the floor just for some relief.”

“Jesus,” Nox groans.

A breathy sigh falls from my lips at his vile words as I feel the sharp sting of a slap to my ass.

“See how red this flawless skin gets?” I feel another sharp slap, causing me to cry out.

“Slap her cunt,” Nox suggests in a devilish tone. “Slap that wet little pussy until she swells up nice and bright for us.”

I wiggle my hips in Aero’s hands, feeling myself spasm at the idea.

“Tell me you want it,” he whispers up to me, his head falling back against the couch as his eyes find mine.

“Slap me,” I say breathlessly, looking down at him beneath me, needing something. Anything. The not touching has me bound so tight with desire. “Just do it, please.”

He flicks my clit hard, causing a sharp shooting pain to shoot through my core before slapping my vulva with a quick hand. The pain shifts into an aching pleasure at the sudden contact, and I crave the pain again.

“Oh, God,” I groan, dropping my forehead against the back of the couch.

“Watch how I dirty her,” Aero says, as I feel his hands grip my ass, pulling me down onto his paint-covered face.

He licks the length of me with a flat tongue, caressing every part of my aching and needy clit shamelessly in front of his friend. Sucking on the swollen bud, he grazes his teeth lightly and I shudder against him, needing more.

“How’s she taste?” Nox asks eagerly.

“Like holy water,” Aero murmurs against my skin, alternating between sucking my clit, then running a flat tongue over it, then flicking it rapidly. “She fucking rains for me.”

His mouth closes around my clit again as a finger pushes into me before another slides in next to it. Unable to control the noises coming from my mouth, a deep groan leaves my throat as I sit back down on him, grinding myself on his face. My head rolls along the leather, my hair a mess across my forehead. His fingers massage and stroke that place inside of me that sends electrical shock waves throughout my body, making my toes curl and my thighs tighten around his head as that tongue flicks my clit relentlessly.

“A-Aero,” I gasp.

“Fuck, she’s gonna cum already,” Nox comments breathlessly, clearly watching with a close eye from behind.

My hand grips the dark locks at the crown of Aero’s head, holding him there as I tighten around his fingers and shudder through an intense orgasm, losing myself all over his face, crying out while he laps up my arousal as it drips out of me.

“I want some,” Nox whines, his voice sounding closer and needy as ever. “C’mon, let me play. I need that cunt wrapped around me.”

I turn back to face him, panting in the aftermath of my orgasm, to see he’s gotten onto his knees between Aero’s parted legs, both of their cocks hard and erect beneath their pants, Nox’s arms still cuffed behind him.

“You hear that?” Aero says, looking up at me before lapping up more of my cum like a man dehydrated. “He wants to know what you feel like around his cock.”

Giving one last lick up the length of me, he slides out from under my thighs. I worry he might actually let his friend do whatever he wants to me, but turn to see him stripping off his jeans instead. I swallow as his large pierced member bounces in the air, fully erect and ready to destroy me the way he does.

Nox slides in under my parted thighs, sitting back against the couch like Aero just was, staring up at my messy, wet pussy with an open mouth.

“Sit,” he pleads, before breathing in my scent. “Let me taste you, sweetheart.” He waves his tongue, showcasing a piercing I hadn’t noticed before. “You smell like heaven in heat.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Aero growls. He steps over Nox’s legs, palming the length of his cock as he rolls his fist over the tip. “You want a taste? You gotta lick her off my cock, ya thirsty fuck.”

He pulls his black fitted t-shirt up over his tight, toned abdomen, placing the end between his teeth, holding it up with his mouth as he steps closer behind me. I grip the couch before me again, knowing the pleasured pain I have coming to me.

Running the piercing along my slit, we both sigh as he coats himself with my arousal before pushing into me achingly slow right above Nox’s face.

“See how that cunt wraps around me?” Aero asks Nox, torturing him beneath us. “She fists my cock. Pulls me deeper like the needy slut she is.”

“Oh!” I cry out, the crudeness sending me into a lust-filled haze.

I drop my head, gripping the leather of the couch between my sweaty palms as I feel his hot, slick cock slide further and further into me. It burns, the pain of stretching to accommodate his size. It always burns before the stinging pain turns to pleasure.

“I want it. I want it,” Nox recites. “Fuck, I want it.”

Aero’s hands grip my hips as he slowly sinks even further, and just when I think he’s all the way in, he pushes deeper until I feel I can’t possibly stretch any more.

“Breathe, Bri,” he instructs, somehow knowing I’m holding my breath. “Show him how bad you are.”

I push air through my lips as my eyes remain closed. He pulls out slowly, and I feel every engorged vein and ridge of his swollen cock as he does.

“It’s better than heaven. So tight, warm, and wet just for me,” he brags, before repeating the process.

He’s literally fucking me on top of his friend’s face, claiming every inch of what Nox is drooling for beneath us.

Demented doesn’t even begin to cover it.

“Jesus,” Nox says with a sigh. “Your cock is coated. You weren’t kidding, she’s fucking creaming, dude. She loves this.”

“You love this?” Aero asks in a throaty tone, gripping my hair with one hand at the back of my head, pulling my face off the couch as he fucks me harder. “Huh, baby?”

He quickens the pace, his cock growing further inside before I feel the fingers of his free hand claw down my back, marking my flesh. I scream, embracing the pain, opening myself for him while the sensation of his heavy balls slaps roughly against my labia.

I attempt to nod my head, my lips parted, words unable to be formed.

Nox inches up beneath us, but before he can get too close to licking me, Aero pulls out and lifts me off the couch. He grabs the collar of Nox’s gaping shirt with his free hand, tossing him over to the floor in the middle of the room again.

“Aw, c’mon man!”

He picks me up by the waist, and my legs instinctively wrap around his taut core. Sitting back down on the couch, he sets me on his toned thighs before tipping his head back and gripping the base of his cock.

“Spit,” he says, peering at me through his long lashes, sexy as ever, with his face a smeared mess of missing paint.

I spit down on him as he rubs it over the piercing and down his length.

“Ride me till it hurts,” he demands.

“Hurts who?” I retort, wrapping my hands around his throat as I straddle him, slowly sinking down his thick shaft.

His lips part and his eyes threaten to close as I squeeze tightly, my nails digging into his flesh, using his neck for leverage as we pick up the pace again. His thrusts meet my every descent as he fills me again and again, pawing at my ass, fingers clawing into my skin as I feel the rumbling growl of a groan emitting from his throat.

“My turn,” Nox comments from the floor, and I forget he was even here for a minute. “I’m so fucking hungry for that creamy cunt. I’ll have her forgetting your fucking name.”

Aero stills, holding my hips firmly in place as his lip twitches at the statement. I shiver at that maddening look of his. He just stabbed a guy in the eye for looking at me too long. Where does the friendship line bend, and where does it obliterate?

I slide off Aero slowly, watching as his wet, erect dick drops heavily against his lower abdomen. He goes to get up but crashes into my palm. I push him back against the couch before stalking over to Nox. Placing my heel against his chest, I step on him, pushing him against the floor.

“Ah! Fuck!”

“Who’s name am I gonna forget?” I ask, driving my heel into his sternum.

“Shit! No one, baby. No one!” he cries out, a grin forming before he licks his lips hungrily.

Nox loves being dominated by women. Who knew?

“My wrists! Uncuff me, sweetheart, I beg you.” He attempts to roll awkwardly to keep the weight off his hands.

“He’s a whiny prick, ain’t he?” Aero scoffs, coming up behind me.

“Just cause I don’t need pain to get—“

“Watch your mouth,” Aero interrupts him. “Matter fact…”

My eyes follow Aero as he scoops up my lace underwear from the floor.

“Taste her,” he growls, shoving the damp panties in his mouth as Nox tries to fight it. “Since you’re so fucking thirsty for it.”

Nox gargles some useless nonsense as Aero holds his mouth shut with his palm, my wet panties on his tongue.

“You don’t talk about her. You don’t touch her. You don’t fucking think about her,” he growls as he shakes Nox’s head from side to side. “Got it?” He slaps the side of his face.

Nox glares at him, and I feel the tension in the room shift. What was playful fun is becoming something more serious. But Aero’s psychotic behavior is clearly something Nox is used to because the wicked smile he throws his way has Nox shaking his head.

“Ride him, Briony,” Aero calls out to me.

My brows lower. He can’t be serious.

“Don’t worry, he’ll leave his pants on,” he says. “Won’t you?”

Nox spits out the underwear from his mouth. “Fuck you.”

“She won’t,” Aero retorts smugly. “But go ahead doll. Get on him.”

I freeze in place, my eyes darting between Aero and Nox. Aero grips the back of my neck, causing me to suck in a breath as my breasts bounce and I almost trip over my heels.

“I said get on him,” he demands. “Show him what he can’t have.”

He licks up the side of my face, resting his forehead against my temple before he rolls his head toward Nox again, both of our eyes falling upon him on the floor. His chest is heaving beneath his open shirt, the imprint of his hard cock visible beneath his jeans as he watches us.

He loves the twisted shit just as much as we do.

I turn my face to Aero as he smirks at his friend. Something about the confidence and cockiness of the look has my thighs pressing together. He’s so possessive. So toxic. He disarms me of my feminism daily, robbing me of the need to do anything but submit to his will for my own sick and twisted pleasure.

I lick up the side of his neck, and he tips his head back, allowing it. I sink my teeth into the flesh near his collarbone, pulling back until the skin snaps back, seeing red beads of blood slowly forming from the little bite. His jaw flexes as he breathes hard through flared nostrils, knowing what the pain does to him.

He grips my arm and roughly pulls me down until I’m straddling his cuffed friend on the floor.

Wasting no time, he angles his cock again, pressing into me from behind as my clit hovers over Nox’s erection, my arms bracing me on the floor. Aero pushes me down so my arms bend and my breasts rub against Nox’s bare chest, my clit grinding down on top of him.

“You’re a twisted fuck,” Nox calls out to Aero as he stares at me like I’m a delicacy before his mouth he can’t afford. He lifts his hips, grinding the rock beneath his jeans against my clit.

Aero slides deep, grunting in a sexy, cracked tone, holding himself there.

“Open,” he says breathlessly, as I feel his fingers on both sides of my face. “Show him the mouth he wants to fill.”

I part my mouth and two fingers from each of his hands slip between my lips as he holds my cheeks open wide, my tongue hanging out, spilling saliva down my chin.

“She likes having all her holes filled while fucking,” Aero gloats.

“Shit,” Nox groans, his eyes closing tight as he continues to grind up against my clit.

Smearing this in his face is clearly killing him.

Aero releases his hold, sticking two fingers on my tongue and holding them deep as I try to breathe around them. He pulls them out as I cough for a breath, my pussy convulsing on his stiff cock as my drool runs down onto Nox’s chest. He slaps the side of my face before gripping my hips and begins thrusting roughly again.

“You earned it, baby,” Aero groans, clearly close by his broken tone. “My filthy girl. You ready for another one?”

His slippery, thick cock pushes relentlessly into me as I lay flat, straddling Nox, grinding against his hard shaft. The friction of my sensitive bundle of nerves rubbing on his dick while another one fills me has me spiraling with dirty and demented desires.

Desires that have me feeling free and wild with primal need.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum on myself.” Nox grunts, his head curling into his chest, before it falls back against the floor and heavy pants leave his lips.

Feeling the evidence of his reluctant release in his pants, I fall into another orgasm at the degrading nature of the event, the explosion coursing through me as my thighs quiver and my toes curl into themselves. Nox watches my face with fascination, seeing every angel leave my body as I cry out and gasp for air.

Aero follows me shortly after, releasing inside me as his hands shake, his fingers indenting the skin of my hips as he pulls me tightly to his pelvis.

We all steady our breathing before Aero finally pulls out, and I sense the mix of our cum dripping out of me and onto Nox beneath us. I look over my shoulder to see him wipe his semi-erect cock off on Nox’s jean-covered thigh, continuing the degrading games.

After helping me back into my dress and pulling up his pants, Aero roughly grabs my face, pinching my cheeks until my lips part. He spits into my mouth, coating my tongue with his saliva before sticking his tongue in my mouth, kissing me with a feral passion not of this world.

Our lips part, leaving us both breathless with our foreheads sealed together, my body covered in his smeared paint, dirtying me the way he does.

I’m drowning in our dysfunction. Living for the chaotic dreams of a future filled with promises of darkness and a never-ending obsession. If this is dying, I never want to see the light of life again.

Digging the key out of his pocket, he tosses it onto Nox’s exposed chest as he continues to stare down at me, obsession and possession in his gaze.

If this was a trust test for him, he failed miserably. If anything, he just showcased exactly how insane he is for me, and how the idea of anything touching what’s his is entirely off limits. But the plans we have for breaking down this institution are bigger than his claim over me. If he seeks the ultimate revenge, he needs to open himself to trusting me entirely, allowing the unimaginable.

“Thanks for the room,” he comments smugly to his friend.

“Fuck you!” Nox spits out, looking down at the mess we made on his pants.

“Yeah, thanks for everything, Nox.” I smile coyly up at Aero as he grins back approvingly, gripping me by the neck and leading me to the door.

“And fuck you, too!” he shouts back, and just before the door closes I hear him murmur with amusement, “Sick, selfish fucks.”