“Where are you putting it?” I asked huskily.
“I was going to place it on your pretty naked cunt,” he stated crudely. “But I decided the inside of your thigh, right here,” he said, touching me where my leg met my covered flesh. “Every time you self-soothe, you’ll remember me there,” he chuckled darkly.
“You’re a dick.”
“I am okay with that,” he announced, pushing my legs apart, staring between them as his nostrils flared, and the tick in his jaw began hammering slowly.
I leaned up, watching him where he’d moved the chair to sit between my thighs, and he rearranged me until I was spread-eagle, with him at my most vulnerable position. His mouth lowered, and I shivered as his heated breath fanned the flesh on my thigh.
His tongue snaked out, dragging over the flesh where he said he planned to place the ink, and my eyes widened as pleasure ripped through me, unfurling something within me that rattled while I watched him. Ocean-blue eyes locked to the turquoise of mine, and I smiled seductively, uncertain why I smiled like an idiot, and yet I was.
He pulled away, and I fought the urge to demand he continue, to demand he go with option B, but that terrified me. My head dropped back, and my hands covered my naked breast, fear rushing back to the front of my mind as he chuckled before pain ripped through my leg, pushing deeper as a humming noise began.
“Ouch.”
“It’s a sensitive spot. Since I’m saving your ass, you’ll fucking deal with it. I’m not immune to your need, either. I have to suffer right beside you, ignoring every male instinct inside of me that wants to push that sweet flesh apart and bury my cock balls deep in that tight cunt, Aria. You’ll learn to like the pain I intend to give you, at least for now. Either that, or we go back to option B, and I enjoy every fucking moment of it.”
“This is fine, pain is good.”
My gaze moved around the room, searching for Lacey and then going back to the pain of the tattoo I was getting in the worst possible location… Okay, so there were a few more tender spots, but this one still was high up there. His thumb grazed my flesh, and I moaned, lifting my head to glare at him.
“Suffer,” he snapped. “You’re not the only one in pain here,” he announced. It took almost an hour of the gun’s painful bite, mixed with Knox’s fingers touching or skimming my flesh. At the same time, I was seconds away from coming undone before the pain was finally bearable. He chuckled darkly, and his head lowered, sniffing the area where his knuckles continued skimming over.
I watched him carefully as he set the tattoo gun aside and stared at me. “What are you doing?” I whispered through heavy lust that dripped with every word I uttered.
Before I could stop him, Knox pushed my panties aside and trailed his tongue through the mess he’d made before his tongue slid in a circle over my clit and sucked softly. I moaned loudly as I arched into his mouth, grasping the edge of the chair as everything within me sprang to life. One simple lick and he lifted his dark head, smiling wolfishly as he licked his lips clean.
“What the hell, why would you do that?” My breathing caught in my throat as I shivered from the heat of his mouth. My entire body was taut, ready to unfurl explosively.
“Now I have your scent and your taste, Aria. You run, I’ll follow you. You fuck me, I’ll destroy you. You taste sweet, almost like a pineapple.”
“You’re fucking disturbed.” The magic was still making my head spin, but I was slowly starting to feel somewhat normal, or I had been until he’d tasted me.
“Yeah, but you fucking felt me, didn’t you?” His voice was raspy, filled with lust that rocketed through my system violently. Knox smiled, but he was all predator, watching me as I shivered against the feel of him against my sex.
“That matters little, Knox. You seem to forget that I don’t like you, and it may not matter to you, but it does to me,” I said, observing him as he began to move from his chair.
He stood up, staring down at his work before I struggled to sit up. I stared down at the long-ass word that went from the front of my leg to the back in the crease of my junction. On the bright side, no one else would see it, but I was pretty sure it wasn’t his name.
“You do know how to spell your name, right?”
His brow lifted, and then a dark smile played on his lips. “It’s my last name, in my language, Aria.”
“Which is?” I asked pointedly.
“You can figure that out on your own. Go to sleep. Until the ink is sunk into your flesh and we’re certain it worked, you sleep here.”
I looked beyond him, finding a bed with silver sheets and soft white pillows. I stood slowly, frowning. “Isn’t it like…? Noon, didn’t we just have breakfast?”
“It took twelve hours to place my name on you deeply enough that it stuck. Trust me, you’re exhausted. The spell makes you think otherwise. Go to fucking bed, woman.”
I slipped from the chair and winced as I walked to the bed, feeling the exhaustion hit me the moment I was upright. The aching throb between my thighs wasn’t helping me. I still felt his touch. The sight of him chewing the pineapple couldn’t even remove the need to reach between my legs and finish myself off. I turned, intending to thank him, but he was gone. Muscles ached in places I didn’t even know they could hurt.
“Thanks, dick,” I grumbled, sitting on the bed to stare at his name. I dropped back into the softest bed I’d ever lain on and groaned in bliss. My body twisted with the tension between my thighs still aching from pent up need.
Sitting up, I peered around the room with a narrowed gaze before pulling the covers over my head. I pushed my hand between my legs and gasping at how swollen it was from a single touch of his traitorous tongue. Remembering the feel of it on me, I stroked the flames he had ignited, and the pleasure he’d given me by tasting where no man had tasted me before. Two strokes and I held my hand over my mouth, stifling the scream that built in my throat as my body jerked and color danced behind my eyes. Ocean-blue eyes filled my mind, and I paused, frowning as I sat up, pushing the covers off to sit up.
Knox was standing by the fireplace, which had once again returned to the room, staring right at me with heat filling his eyes. “You’re welcome. You call me more dirty names tonight, and you’ll do it choking on my cock to get the names out of your throat. Now, stop touching your pussy and go to sleep. You’re loud, even if you think you’re not. I’m trying to read,” he growled, turning until his bulge was visible in the gray sweatpants he wore.
I leaned back, pulling the blankets up past my neck as I listened to the crackling fire along with the page-turning in the book he read, drifting into the phase right before dreams took hold of your mind. The man wasn’t safe, not when he made my brain turn to mush, and all sense flew out the door.
“Knox,” I whispered into the room, my voice husky with sleep and the orgasm still clinging to my throat. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, Aria.” Dark laughter filled his tone, and he growled after a moment, closer to the bed, or I thought he was. I was probably hallucinating after everything that had happened today. “It was my pleasure.”
Chapter 18