Aero Show Quotes

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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.

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.

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.

You see, Saint, sex doesn’t destroy Christianity,” he says, ignoring me entirely, turning his hard glare on him. “Sex is natural. It’s genetically programmed into us as a biological motivator in which we live our everyday lives. It’s pleasurable, organic, and a primal need our bodies constantly seek, whether or not you’re aware. You fight it because you’re told to. For no other reason than the idea of control. Control of the masses.” “Fornication is a sin—” “Sex doesn’t destroy Christianity,” Aero repeats calmly but with annoyance, interrupting Saint entirely. “Men do.” Saint's eyes narrow, both of their heated gazes burning a hole through the other. “So you’re going to fuck her like you’ve been imagining, and show your father who you truly are; a man with no attachments other than the eternal love for his God alone. You are going to use her, take from her, and throw her away as planned. Just as he did with his mistress. Just as they all do when the time comes for them to prove themselves.

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. Chapter one Budded Roses