Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
When Nick is done, I look down at my tattoo on my arm and fight the tears threatening to fall. I had purposely not watched the entire time I was getting the tattoo. I wanted it to be a surprise. Never could I have imagined a more perfect tattoo.
I will sit with you in the dark. ~ Mad Hatter
Which goes with Nick’s tattoo:
I can’t go back to yesterday because I was a different person then. ~ Alice
And just like that, I fall in love. Hard, obsessive, suffocating love. A love that will never go away just as this tattoo will stay with me forever.
Two tattoos that speak volumes for who we are, what we are, and how we will be. He captured us perfectly. He marked us with our reality. He declared it so.
He will sit with me in the dark, and we can’t go back to yesterday.
Chapter Sixteen
Lyriope
“I can’t believe we just did that,” I say as we return to our villa. I look down at my wrapped arm. “But they’re perfect. Absolutely perfect.”
“Just like you,” he says as he approaches and then lifts me off the ground.
I shriek as he tosses me onto the bed and then laughs as he leaps to join me. By the time I stop bouncing, his fingers have begun to trail their way down my body, tracing over my curves as if they are the most desirable things on the entire planet. My mind becomes consumed with desire. I’m dizzy with lust, and I can sense my brain switching off. I crave feeling the sensations he’s so very capable of causing rush through my body.
As the bolts of lust race right down to my throbbing pussy, I grab on to him in sex-crazed desperation, running my hands over those amazing abs of his. Ink covers every inch, and I still have the urge to attempt to lick it all off as if it’s candy. I never realized quite how touching the ripped perfection of a sculpted body can turn me on. It makes me wild and animalistic. It draws another side out of me. One I didn’t even realize existed until Nick came into my life.
All of a sudden, the silky material of my dress brushes my hypersensitive skin, causing a small moan to pass my lips as he bares my torso. Everything Nick does to me sends me to new levels. It’s almost like he can do no wrong, and the appreciative look he gives me when my bra falls away from my body has my heart thundering in my chest.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmurs as he tugs and teases my nipples between his fingers. “I would pay off a million men for you over and over again if this is my reward.”
“I want those days to be over,” I counter. “I just want this. You. Me. No one else to mess us up.”
His lips curl in a slow grin that ratchets my lust up to an entirely new level.
“It’s just us,” he says, pressing his thick erection, still constrained by his pants, against my leg, making me even more aroused by the reminder of how full his cock makes me feel.
I never knew it was possible to experience such an intense passion with someone. I never realized I could feel this way. It makes me feel like everyone I have ever liked before had been nothing more than a silly phase, a passing crush. No matter their experience, their prominent social status, their age, their income, every one of them had been boys, not men. Not a single one could measure up to Nick Hudson. Nick really is the only person to truly make me feel alive. To feel powerful. To feel strong. To feel needed. He makes me realize my worth. I don’t have to fake it anymore when I’m around him. He’s handed me the keys to true confidence.
Also a woman with needs and sinful desires.
He makes me feel no shame in being that woman.
“Tell me what you want,” he growls.
“You,” I whisper. “I want you to…” The memories of him pulling my hair, spanking my ass, and spreading my pussy so wide I could feel him the next day flood in. I want the bite of pain again. I want his burning touch.
“Tell me,” he commands deeply.
But can I? What if he’ll think I’m—
“No,” Nick says, taking my face in his hands. “Don’t allow self-consciousness in this room with us. There is only the two of us and nothing, absolutely nothing you want is wrong. So tell me, Lyriope. What do you want?”
“I want you to hurt me again. Punish me because I—”
Who’s this person I have become? I can’t believe these words are coming from my mouth. Will he think less of me for saying what I want? Will he question my sanity when he dips his hand inside my panties and feels how wet the mere thought of Nick being rough with my body makes me?