The Tattoo Artist (La Petite Mort #1)

27. Chapter 27

twenty-seven

Deimos

I gripped my phone tighter as I watched her walk alone through the streets of London. My sweet, innocent little Angelos was retracing my steps. She didn't know when to stop. When to stop looking for answers she might not like. Answers that could possibly destroy us both.

But this was us.

We were chaos in the making.

I watched Quinn enter the alley and come out a few seconds later, approaching the once-abandoned home. I could see her silhouette outline, and damn, did she look beautiful. I had eyes all over this city watching her. It was an addiction of mine. I moved from camera to camera, tracking all her steps.

Not knowing I was behind her this entire time. I made a sharp left turn, heading for the back of the house until I reached the street leading me to the front of the house. I drove my bike faster, coming down the steep hill and down the street. The gate came into view, and I knew my sweet Angelos was watching me as my bike roared. I slowed down enough for her to catch a glimpse of me before I entered the property. Unlocking my phone, I tapped the screen and selected camera 63. I watched her every move as she answered her phone and ran out of there. My eyes stared at the screen like a hawk, taking in her every move. I made my way inside the house, my hands still gripping my phone.

I walked towards Athena's room and opened the door slightly to check on her. She was peacefully sleeping, as it had only been a few days since she had gone through withdrawals. I closed her door and made my way towards my room. Once inside, I closed the door and sat in front of the screens, moving the mouse to signal the monitors to wake up. Suddenly, they all came to life, and I watched London sleep.

Quinn got on the metro and headed towards the other side of town, getting off at zone three. She headed for the club, and I immediately called my men. Having watched enough, I turned off the main monitor and headed straight for my bike. Oh, Angelos. What are you doing?

The drive to the club didn't take as long since I was going over 130 miles per hour. I parked the bike and slid my face shield up, giving me a clear view of the entrance and alley. I watched her enter the club from the playback with a smug smirk on my face as I watched the bouncer connect the dots. That's right, she was mine, and that necklace proved it.

A few minutes later, I saw movement in the alley. It was dark, so the cameras didn't have a visual. The door slammed open, and I saw Quinn supporting a drunk Sophia. I shook my head because even though I didn't care for Sophia, I didn't want anything bad to happen to her. I was sure the men inside watched her.My gaze never left them, having a front-row seat to what unfolded before me.

Sophia threw up.

I watched my sweet Angel rub circles on her back and grab her hair so that she wouldn't vomit on it. A few minutes later, a car pulled up, and Sophia was shoved inside before Quinn got in.

I straddled my bike once more and followed the car, keeping my distance. About three minutes before their ETA, my speed increased, and I passed the driver, heading straight for the alley directly across from Quinn's room. I turned off the ignition, removed my jacket, and lay it over the back seat.

I waited, watching her through her balcony door. An hour passed, and I made my way inside, silently opening her balcony doors. Once inside her room, I heard the shower run, and then it was turned off. Sophia was sleeping, facing away from where I was standing. Five minutes later, the door to the en-suite opened, and Quinn's eyes widened. She gasped in fear, but her body soon recognized who was standing in front of her.

Her body relaxed until she realized that she was almost naked. Her hands immediately went up in an attempt to cover what I had already seen.Her eyes met mine, almost like she could read my desire for her. She dropped her hands, exposing herself to me.

And I made my way over to her.

I slid my face shield up, and my gaze locked on her. I grabbed her hand and motioned for her to sit in front of me. I maneuvered her to straddle the seat with her chest plastered against mine and her legs straddling my thighs. I removed both our helmets and placed them on the hooks located behind me before the light turned green. I accelerated, going about 75 miles per hour. She grabbed me tighter, and I picked up speed.

"Deimos," she mumbled my name, and her arms tightened around my neck.

We drove for another ten minutes, and I slowed my bike down. I turned off the bike, and my gaze immediately turned to her. She looked at me like she was about to commit the deadliest of sins. My sweet Angelos wanted to become a sinner.

My sinner.

My eyes traveled from her lips down to her body and lasered in on the damp spot she had between her legs.

She was wet. So damn wet!

My hands settled on her bare thighs, and the heat coming from between her legs warmed even the darkest of souls. I caressed her, moving them further up, teasing her as my finger was only centimeters away from touching her needy little clit. I watched as the wet spot grew even bigger—she was desperate for my touch.

I lifted my mask over my lips, leaning forward, my lips brushed against her earlobe. I didn't have to say anything because my breath alone could send her feral.

"Ple–please, Deimos," she begged breathlessly.

That was all it took for me to pull her panties to the side and run my finger down her wet folds. Her head rolled back, and she exposed more of her neck, giving me the perfect opportunity to mark her. I ran my tongue over the mark I had left on her earlier before sucking on it gently. She moaned and gripped my biceps, digging her fingernails. My fingers continued to play with her pussy rubbing soft circles against her swollen clit.I moved further back and wrapped my hands around her thighs, pulling her closer to me. I gently pushed her down so that her back was lying on the driver's seat.

My head lowered between her thighs, and my right hand moved higher up—pushing her T-shirt and exposing her even more.The first stroke of my tongue along her slit had her gasping. I lapped her juices with so much gusto, licking them thoroughly. I licked her where she needed it most, and she arched her back from the bike. A growl got stuck in my throat when my tongue ran over her opening—desperate to penetrate her.

"Deimos," she moaned, getting lost in the fog of pleasure.

"You feel—oh, please don't stop," she begged. I grinned against her wet pussy lips as it took less than a minute to send her soaring. She cried my name again, and it sent waves of pleasure through me—my cock getting harder by the second.Her breathing was heavy as my lips gently nipped her labia. I wrapped my lips around her puffy slicked labia and sucked on it—ensuring to mark her pussy as mine.

She hooked her legs around my head, locking me into position. Her fingers tugged my hair through the mask as she ground herself harder against me. I bit down on her enlarged clit, gently sending her into oblivion. "Deimos," she screamed her release. Her cum gushed out of that perfect pink pussy, and my tongue lapped her juices with so much vigor—savoring her taste.

Quinn unhooked her legs, her body loose and boneless, sinking into the seat of my motorcycle. I lifted my head from between her thighs, and I could feel her juices run down my chin. My gaze met hers, and at that moment, I knew the devil inside me wanted to come out and play. I dragged my tongue around my lips, getting all of her cum off my face—not wasting a single drop.

I was lost in her eyes and lost in the whole of her. I never wanted to leave. She was the light to my darkness. She comforted the devil inside me. My hand moved gently between her folds as I carefully cleaned her up. Her hands pressed against my chest, slowly moving up, cupping my face. She captured my mouth, kissing me with the desperation that you would expect after going years without the taste of the person you wanted. I stroked my tongue against her bottom lip, and she opened, granting me access.

After a few minutes of devouring her mouth, I pulled back, lowering my mask once again.Quinn settled her head on my shoulder, wrapping her hands and legs around me. I kissed the top of her head and whispered, "Remember me, my angel," in Greek.

And then I drove off.