The Tattoo Artist (La Petite Mort #1)

36. Chapter 36

thirty-six

Alexander

I looked away before she could see the pain that my eyes conveyed. Quinn squeezed my hand, and I knew she felt guilty. She wanted to remember, and damn, I wanted her to remember, but I also wanted to create new memories with her. Now that she knew Alexander and Deimos were the same person, I didn't have to hide who I was, mainly because I knew my sweet, innocent Angel had some darkness inside her, too.

I drove for another fifteen minutes before turning left and heading towards the cabin. I parked the car, stepped outside, and made my way over to open her door. She stepped out of the car and looked around. "Where are we?" she asked me as her eyes connected with the cabin. We were in the middle of the woods.

She walked ahead of me.

"This is our secret rendezvous place. You'd run here when you wanted space to get away from the pressure of your parents. This was your safe place—it is your safe place. You would come here when you wanted inspiration," I confessed, unlocking the door and pushing it open.

Once inside, her eyes explored the inside of the cabin, and she walked around and ran her fingers over some of the artwork. I followed her into the master bedroom, where she rushed towards the painting that hung proudly on one side of the wall. I leaned against the doorframe, taking her in. Quinn traced the different colors and patterns. If she only knew the amount of memories we made inside these four walls. The amount of times I had her screaming my name.

I can't help the smile on my face. If she only knew that the artwork she was currently tracing was made with her on her back and me thrusting inside her. If she only knew that the hand print on that piece of artwork was from when I had her on her hands and knees as I fucked her hard.

Her hands went up to cover her mouth as she gasped. Before she traced the initials on the bottom right corner of the canvas. I chuckled. My sweet Princess just realized what she was tracing. Thank God the paint was all-natural and non-toxic. The memories of that night will forever live with me.

Q & A

That's right, Princess, we did that while we fucked each other covered in paint. I stood beside her as I let my fingers graze over the initials. "Washing all the paint off was fun, too," I teased her. Her cheeks flushed a beautiful pink color, almost the exact shade she would get when I made her cum. She continued to look around the bedroom, and I settled down on the edge of the bed and observed her.

She walked out of the closet and walked towards me, smiling. She licked her bottom lip and bit into it. Quinn grabbed my hands and pulled me to my feet. My lips caressed hers, and my nose brushed up against hers. Our lips brushed but didn't connect. Our heavy breathing filled the void in the room. She ran her hands over my biceps and around my neck and pulled me down for a kiss.

The kiss started slow and gentle but soon intensified as she opened up for me.

My tongue played with hers.

"Let's recreate a memory," she whispered against my lips.

"And which memory would you like to recreate, Princess?" I smirked. I didn't pray, but for her, I'll get on my knees and worship her body. Right now, I sure fucking hoped she wanted to recreate our canvas.

She looked between the canvas and me. She blushes, and I had never seen her blush this hard since that day we got caught fucking.

"You're going to have to be quiet, Princess," I warned her cause I know how loud she can get, especially when she's in the mood to get fucked by a psychopath killer. My thumb found her clit and rubbed small circles. Quinn propped herself on her elbows with parted lips, looking down as if she wanted to see it as bad as I do. I smirked against her thighs, digging my face into her pussy even more, and then my mouth was on her.

She moaned loudly and pushed herself further against my face as the devil inside me ravaged her relentlessly with his tongue. I wasn't Alexander Hades right now. I was Cerberus, contracted killer for the Greek mafia and her Devil. "Fuck Quinn, you taste fucking sweet," I said, pushing a finger inside her.

Her legs shook, and her walls spasmed when I hit that spot that drove my sweet corrupted dirty little nun fucking crazy. I added a second and then a third finger stretching her wide so that she could take my cock. I could feel her walls tighten around my fingers as she gripped me so fucking tight. She was close, but just as she was about to fall apart, I removed my fingers and stood.

Quinn cried out in protest but swallowed her words when she could feel my cock nudging her entrance. Without warning, I slammed into her, setting a bruising pace.

"There we go, baby. You're open for me now," I whispered, giving her a sinister smirk. Her legs were spread wide, and one of my hands had pinned her knee to the mattress, making it impossible for her to close her legs. My free hand slid along her stomach, nearly reaching her throat and holding her down.

"Yes. Yes. Yes, oh, God. Don't stop," she moaned breathlessly.

My fingers slipped inside her mouth, urging her to suck to keep her quiet. My brothers were downstairs, along with my parents and sister.

I went deeper.

Rougher.

Reaching under her arms, I rolled us over, lifting her and dropping her onto my cock over and over. Her nails dug into my shoulder. I cupped her chin in one hand and forced her to bring her face right in front of my face.

"You're such a pretty angel. Why don't you show me how pretty you are coming on my big, fat cock."

Her mouth opened on a silent scream, and then it hit her. She grinds that perfect pink pussy back and forth, side to side. Her hips rolled against me. "Please, please, please," she begged, looking so fucking sinful.

My sadistic smirk returned. "Oh baby, you learn those manners in your all-girl catholic school?" I thrust up at the same time she came down.

"Uh-huh," she nodded her head furiously, chasing her orgasm.

"And when do I say thank you?" I teased her, loving how she twisted and writhed. I grabbed her neck and squeezed with one hand while pinching and slapping her nipple with the other.

"Open your mouth," I demanded, pulling her hair so that her head tilted back. She did as she was told, and I spat inside.

"Now fucking thank me."

She threw her arms around my neck and rode me, gasping and panting.

"Thank you," she whispered breathlessly.

"Yes, God. Alex," she breathed out, moaning into my mouth. "I'm your dirty little nun." She leaned back to watch me with hooded eyes.I raised the blade of my knife against her, placing the tip of the blade between her breast as I gently nicked her skin. I watched the crimson color slowly drip down. And for the first time, the red liquid made me want to fuck, not kill.

"And what does that make me? Huh, Angel," I asked her as I watched how she reacted to my touch–my corrupt, dirty little nun was thirsty for it.

"God," she replied, her eyes closed, and she rolled her hips into me.

"My God. My Devil," she continued, her arms wounding around my neck as she leaned her forehead against mine and stared into my darkened eyes.

"And what do you do for your God?"

"For your Devil, my dirty little nun?"

My hands reached her ass as I slapped it once, twice, and kneaded them as she moved in circular motions over my cock. The head hit her G-spot. The greedy bastard inside me wanted everything. Quinn was fucking soaked, and her pussy slid effortlessly over my cock.

"Pray," she cried out.

"Obey."

"Worship," she continued between breaths as I thrust brutally into her, grabbing her waist. Her words made me even harder.

"Fuck, Quinn," I moved my lips lower over her throat, sucking on the pulse point. "Pray for me," I rasped, wanting to hear her scream my name.

“Make me come, Cerberus,” she panted.

She was already sensitive from my teasing earlier. I brushed my thumb against her clit, sending her over the edge.

Suddenly, a knock on the door sent Quinn into a state of panic.

She stopped moving, silently coming apart. Her pussy spasmed around my cock when the door flew open, and in walked my brother Sebastian. He walked in curiously, glancing around the room before his eyes stopped on us. Quinn wrapped her arms around my neck, her chest pressed against mine, and her face buried between the crook of my neck.

I never believed in a God, but damn, was I thankful for my girl's sense of style right now. Quinn was wearing a long flared ruffle skirt that hid the fact that my cock was currently inside her, throbbing, ready to explode.

"What's wrong?" Sebastian questioned, his voice full of worry. "Is she crying?" he paused to analyze her. His eyebrows were knotted in the middle. I could see why he might think that. Quinn was holding onto me for dear life, clinging to me as she shuddered gently.

"No, she's not. Now get out!" I demanded through gritted teeth.

"Fuck that," He warned.

"Quinn, are you okay? I swear if you did something, Xander—"

My brother threatened, but fuck, I needed him to get the fuck out. He walked in further just about the same time Quinn stirred, bucking against me, and I bit my tongue hard enough to taste blood. I swear my cock was going to fucking explode any second now.

"Sebastian," I uttered, my voice deadly. He halted his movement.

"She's fine. GET. THE. FUCK. OUT." I made sure to emphasize each fucking word. Sebastian was suddenly hit with the realization of what was truly happening.

"Shit!" He muttered, holding his hands up, backing out. He mouths a 'sorry' before slamming the door behind him.

Quinn pulled back, and I saw tears streaming down her face. The overwhelming pleasure had her rapture.I thrust my hips once, then again, and that was all it took for me to roar my release. I pumped strings of cum inside of her for what felt like forever.

"I want to recreate that one," Quinn said, her voice breathy. She was turned on, and I could smell her arousal.