Page 266 of Obsession

“Now I really understand them, now they’ve shattered me,” he whispered against my lips, then kissed me tenderly.

After a few minutes of silence and tender kisses, we returned to the room. Harris left the window open but drew the curtain.

“Is it ready?” I pointed to the tablet.

The screen was off.

“Yes,” he replied, and I gulped, “come here,” he held out his arms as he sat back down on the chair.

I’m ready for this, I repeated in my head, trying to convince myself it was the truth.

I straddled him as he looked at me with a smile that betrayed nothing and burned me from the inside out. He maneuvered me to sit as I did in his car.

“You ready?” he asked, still grinning.

I nodded and swallowed again, for the hundredth time tonight. I desperately wanted to grab the tablet from his desk and look at the drawing, but I was sure he wouldn’t let me.

“I have a tradition before this,” he said, making my heart beat faster, “I usually had sex with the girl before and only tattooed her if I liked it and wanted her again.”

Was he serious?

“Oh…”

That was all I could say. I could only imagine what a stupid face I was making at that moment. He started laughing at my reaction, and I frowned.

“Instead, I want you to kiss your favorite part of my body, other than my lips.”

His words took me by surprise. Perverted demon and his twisted fantasies, I was the one getting tattooed and the one who had to give him pleasure?

My favorite part of his body, aside from his lips. I didn’t even have to think to know it was his neck.

I lifted my arm and touched his neck. He smiled, seemingly satisfied with my answer, almost as if he’d already known I was going to choose it.

“Kiss me on your favorite part of my neck.”

I had fantasies with absolutely every inch of his neck, as well as his whole body, but I bent my head down and kissed theright side, where I could feel his pulse pound against my lips and where his moans echoed like pleasure-thunder.

“Mark the spot, baby.”

He took a deep breath to stifle his groan, and I felt encouraged by his reaction, sucked his skin between my teeth and bit down on it so he could feel a little pain. That was probably why he wanted me to torture him, to make him feel better about what he would do afterwards. Or maybe he wanted me to mark him with a fucking bite while he would mark me with a permanent tattoo. A thick groan left his throat, making me tremble in his arms.

I let go of his skin before I caused too much pain.

He groaned again and touched his neck. He smiled as he felt the imprints of my bite under his fingertips. I managed to stop myself from licking my lips.

“Okay, so I’m getting the tattoo now?” I asked impatiently.

We had a party to go to in a little while, and I didn’t even know if he had enough time to get it done. Besides, walking around with a foil on my neck for the rest of the night didn’t sound fun.

He took my face in his palms and kissed me.

“Nope,” he broke away from my lips, “I’m getting the tattoo.”

He showed me the tablet.

It switched on and the image flickered in front of my face.

My heart stopped, and I froze in his arms when I saw the drawing.

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