The Tattoo Artist (La Petite Mort #1)

12. Chapter 12

twelve

Quinn

I closed my bedroom door and locked it, making sure it was fully locked. I made my way over to my bed, opened my laptop, and took a deep breath in and out. I connected to Sophie's Wi-Fi before hopping onto the search button on my laptop. I breathed in and started to type.

PornHub.

I pressed the enter key, and anxiety crept up my veins. I was scared my parents would suddenly call my name or barge into my bedroom. But I told them I was going to be studying. I plugged in my headphones and pressed play on one of the videos. The video started with a woman wearing a robe and white lace panties on the bed. Her hands traveled down her body and reached between her legs as she rubbed her clit.

I bit my lip, and moans traveled into my ears. My heart rate increased as I continued to watch. I could see her getting wetter, but before she could thrust two fingers inside her, a man came into the camera view and removed her hands. He untied her robe, and her breasts bounced as he gripped them. He lowered his mouth and sucked on them.

The woman moaned and writhed beneath him. He moved her panties to the side, exposing her wet slit, before he thrusted his finger inside her, causing her to arch her back and moan in pleasure. My eyes widened, and I closed my laptop. Closing my eyes, I took a few deep breaths in an attempt to calm myself down.

What the hell? Was this how people pleasured each other? Was this what Alexander meant by wanting me underneath him? So that he could thrust his fingers inside me. I opened my eyes once again and opened my laptop.

Pleasure.

The video played, and I watched her moan. My legs pressed closer against one another, trying to relieve the ache. I started to feel a tingling sensation. He then kissed her roughly as he continued to thrust and move his two fingers inside of her. I wanted to feel that. I wanted to feel what she was feeling. I could tell she was enjoying it, and I wanted that.

I wanted to feel the butterflies.

I placed my laptop to the side as I opened my legs and slid one of my hands under my sweatpants while my finger trailed down my stomach. I gradually started to explore myself. My finger traced from my clitoris to my opening. The shock of how wet I was haunts me.

This was a terrible idea, and as I was about to remove my hand, I accidentally brushed against my clit, and waves of pleasure coursed through my body. I stayed still and decided to continue. I wanted to know how she felt.

I closed my eyes and lay down properly. My other hand traveled down my body and up once again as I rubbed my breasts and grabbed them through my shirt. I had started to envision Alexander lying beside me, spreading my legs further apart. His hands rubbed against my thighs, getting closer to where I craved his touch as his gaze remained fixed on mine. My fingers rubbed harder and faster on my clit.

"Alexander," I moaned. My breathing was getting harder, and I let out a soft moan. I threw my hand over my mouth to keep them hidden.Pleasure shot through my body. I slowly pushed a finger inside like the man did.

Alexander was no longer on my mind, but Deimos had taken over my thoughts. Holy shit, was I really—

"You wanker!" My eyes opened and widened. I yanked my hand out of my sweats, and I looked up, wishing to God it wasn't my mother who just caught me sinning. I slammed my laptop shut and ripped my earphones out.

"What the hell!"

Sophie's mouth dropped open, and I could see a smile tugging on her lips.

"You were masturbating."

"How the hell did you–" But I saw the open balcony door before I could finish my question. Embarrassment flared through my cheeks as I rushed into my bathroom to wash my hands and clean in between my wet thighs. Sophie leaned against the door and folded her arms. "You can't just do that, Sophie," I whispered as I passed her.

"If I had known you were masturbating, I wouldn't have interrupted your session of self-care," she chuckled.

"I'm proud of you. Who knew you were becoming such a rebel? First, you start hanging out with men, and now you're watching porn." Her smirk widened, and she looked at me almost like a light bulb had gone off. "That's why you wanted my Wi-Fi? You, my innocent Quinn, are becoming a naughty nun and an excellent liar." She teased and took a seat on my desk. I ran my fingers through my hair.

"Sophie, please don't do that again. You scared the life out of me. I thought it was my mom," I uttered. Not just my life, but she definitely killed the mood.

She laughed.

"A tip for next time. When you masturbate in a very strict Catholic house, you don't moan the name of the man out loud. " Wait… whose name? Alexander? Deimos? I smiled and settled down on my bed.

"I didn't lie. My parents blocked me from watching all the streaming sites because it's becoming too sexual."

"Thank God I don't live your life," she said, falling onto the bed beside me. We both stared at the ceiling. "Talk to me about Alexander." I looked at her in shock. Instead of grilling me, she wanted me to tell her. My smile widened. She was my best friend, and she was interested in knowing.

"Well, you know Isaac?" She nodded her head. "Turns out that's Alexander's grandpa. He offered me a ride, and I took it after he insisted, but Alexander was there when I got into the car." I told her about the awkward silence in the car and how he just stared at me through the rear-view mirror. Then I told her about the tattoo. "He took me to Terror Ink Tattoo Shop and handed me a pen. Sophie, he asked me to draw anything I wanted on his chest, and oh my God, Sophie, his body is to die for. He has abs for days and a V-line you can just lick. He's beautiful." I said as my mind remembered that day. Sophie was smiling.

"I drew him a blue morpho butterfly; the best part is that he loved it. Plus, he even offered me a job." I added. I was a little too excited.

"Did you take it?" She said, getting off the bed.

I shook my head. "No, I didn't take the job. If my par—" Sophie didn't let me finish before she practically yelled at me to take the job.

"Don't even finish that sentence. Take the damn job, Quinn. Your parents don't need to know everything you do. If it's the thrill, adrenaline, and excitement you're after, then do it. You're eighteen! YOU ARE AN ADULT. Take control of your life and do what makes you happy. Because at the end of the day, this is your life, and the path you choose is up to you. As much as I don't like Alexander, I'm glad he's making you feel like the real you and helping you discover who you are." She said, winking at me. This is why she was my best friend. I needed to hear this, and she was right. I was taking the damn job.

I stood from my bed, releasing a sigh I'd been holding. "You're right. I'm taking the job. It' s time I live my best life before I go to art school," I said, but before Sophie could agree, my mom called for me.

"Quinn! You have thirty minutes to get ready. Owen and his family are coming!" my mother yelled from downstairs, and I groaned.

Fuck my life.

"Well, that's my cue to go. Good luck. I'll see you tomorrow." She turned to walk over to my balcony. "Oh, and Quinn? May I suggest female porn instead? The noises are ten times better." She laughed and crossed over to her balcony and entered her room. I groaned and stepped back as I unlocked my closet and pulled out two different outfits. I sat on my comfy chair against the wall and stared out the window.

I pushed my hair behind my ears and felt the breeze against my skin. She must have left the door open again. I walked towards the balcony doors, and just as I was about to close the door, I lifted my head and saw a shadow.

I swallowed hard, and my heart stopped.

A tall shadow leaned against the railing of my balcony. I opened the door wider, and the curtains blew. I stepped forward, and as my feet touched the balcony floor, I looked up, and there he stood.

Deimos.

He looked down at me, towering above my petite frame. “Deimos,” I whispered. My feet had a mind of their own, and I moved closer to him as I whispered his name. I looked down at his hands and noticed the skull with horns tattooed with the sword through the top of the skull's head. His hand moved upward, and suddenly, I felt his knuckles under my jaw; as he lifted my face, our gaze crashed.

"I know you're real… I can feel you. I know this isn't a fragment of my imagination." He continued to stare at me, his luminous green eyes looking at me—piercing my soul. "Prove to me that you are real. That I'm not going crazy," I urged, my hand going upward to touch him. I almost wanted to beg him but I didn't have to.

Deimos lifted his mask from his neck all the way up to his nose, revealing his lips. I stared at his lips. All of a sudden, his lips brushed against mine. My heart twitched in my chest as I brought my own hands to rest around his waist. I could feel his hard muscles. Both his hands were resting around my neck. I was on my tippy-toes in order to reach his lips and deepen the kiss. His lips felt soft on mine; our chemistry was like no other at that moment.

The kiss ignited into an ever-burning blaze. A fire I knew wouldn't stop burning. I could feel his canine jab down onto my lips, causing a small amount of blood to flow. I could taste the metal. Deimos pulled away for a second, only for his tongue to lick away the blood, tasting it for himself.

His forehead pressed against mine as he cupped my face. His thumb brushed against the blood, and what he did next had me searching for air, for words—for anything. He rubbed his bloody thumb against his lower lip and stained his lip with my blood. He pulled away even more, licking his lips almost like he was savoring the taste of my blood. I was definitely not dreaming. Deimos was real.

Very real.

Holy shit. Deimos had taken my first kiss. My fingers went up to touch my lips, and my fingers caressed the spot. He pushed my hair behind my ear. "Quinn!" I snapped my head towards my room, stepping away from him. "Quinn! Come down here right now!" My mother screamed once more.

My head turned to face Deimos one last time before I headed downstairs, but he was gone.

He disappeared.

"I knew you were real." I smiled, longing for him to return.