Page 21 of The Black Lotus
I join my sleeping girl on the couch, placing her legs on my lap. Tipping my head back, thoughts of who might be coming next briefly crossing my mind before exhaustion takes over and I drift to sleep.
I wake to the sound of liquid hitting ice. Sitting up, groaning at my aching muscles, I look over and see Serena drinking her iced coffee with a mischievous look in her eyes.
Walking over to her, I grab the pot from her and make myself a cup. “What’s that look for?” I ask, placing the mug in the microwave.
“I was just thinking,” she hums, a calculating smile lifting her cheeks.
“About?” I ask, putting my vanilla cream and sugar in the steaming cup. I may be a dude but that doesn't mean I don’t like my coffee sweet. I actually prefer it that way. There’s nothing worse than bitter bean water.
She hops up on the island, and I stand between her legs, waiting for her to answer me. “About the tattoo you’re going to give me today.”
I raise one eyebrow. “Oh? Am I now?”
She nods enthusiastically, her hair swaying behind her. She looks up at me, her eyes big as her lower lips pouts, her hand reaching toward my already growing erection. “I’ll make it worth your while,” she teases, squeezing my cock.
Closing my eyes, I bask in the way her fingers work me up and down, my body humming and begging for more. Then her hand is gone, a soft growl filling the air. When I open my eyes in protest, hers are pinned on mine. I grip the sides of her hips, making her yelp and her coffee slosh. “Only if I get to make you scream.”
Her eyes light up at my answer, the wheels already turning, trying to figure out if her screams will come from pain, pleasure, or both. I take her cup out of her hand, and lift her off the counter.
“So, is that a yes?”
“What do you think?”
She squeals. “I already know what I want!” She wiggles out of my arms and runs towards the stairs. “Well, I have an idea.”
“I can’t wait to hear it,” I say, threading my fingers with hers as I lead us up the stairs to the room that holds all of my tattoo supplies.
We stop in the middle of the hall, her eyes scanning the room. “Why did we stop here?”
A wicked smile stretches my lips as I lift a framed picture of a fox sitting next to a hidden Grim Reaper with ominous woods in the background and a full moon shining high in the sky.
“Has that always been there?” she asks, tilting her head.
“I thought you were more observant than that,” I tease, pressing the button behind it that drops the stairs to the attic down.
Serena nearly jumps out of her skin, her hand clutching her heart as she falls back into my arms, my laughter shaking us both. She removes herself from my arms and tries to shove me. “That wasn’t funny. And you have a secret attic?”
Intertwining my fingers with hers, I lead us up the wooden steps. “You didn’t think I killed where I marked my own skin, did you?” I ask, lifting a brow, stopping to look behind me.
“It was either in your kill shed or one of the four other rooms, I’m sorry five rooms you have in your house.”
“Our house.” I correct her.
She smiles sheepishly. “Our house.” I turn back around and continue our journey up. “Don’t think that sweet comment will make me forget you had a secret part of your house. Any other secret rooms like a basement you’re hiding more things in?”
“Nope. Just this.” I motion as we step into the room and she takes in all the art I’ve drawn over the years. They cover every wall, except the one that has a circle window where a tattoo bed and all my supplies sit under.
“Wow.” Her hand glides across a drawing of a faceless man with his chest blown open and a swirl of words coming out. “You drew these?”
“I did.”
She looks at the others and then jumps onto the tattoo bed. “Who knew your drawings were even more breathtaking than your body art. You could give me a run for my money.”
I sit on the stool and wheel towards her, stopping between her legs. “No one, not even me, comes close to your art. Your nightmares in particular.” Kissing the inside of her covered thigh I push back. “Now are you ready to be marked by me forever?”
NINE
SERENA
