The Tattoo Artist (La Petite Mort #1)

45. Chapter 45

forty-five

Alexander

S he remembered.

It was only a matter of time before she discovered the truth about what happened that day. The truth always comes out, and secrets never stay secrets.

My crazy little nun already suspected something. I believed she knew I was hiding something, but what was I supposed to do? Tell her the truth? Doctors warned me what could happen, and well they also told me that she may never remember.

"Alex—Alexander," her hands reached out to cup my face. "Are you okay?" She whispered as the warm water sprayed us.

I nodded my head before kissing her. I didn't want to lose you aγγ?λα mου—my angel.

"I love you," I said as I tucked a towel around her breasts and then wrapped one around my hips. We had showered together, rinsing the colors on our bodies down the drain. Grabbing her hand, I dragged Quinn to our bedroom. I yanked the towel off her shoulders and the towel off my hips, nudging her to get under the covers.

Quinn curled up in my arms. Our skins pressed against each other, and our souls bared as we lay together.I kissed the side of her head before whispering, "Come to Greece with me?" She turned, positioning her body so that we stayed spooning each other, except now we were face to face.

Her gaze locked with mine.

"Come with me, Quinn," I asked again.

She smiled so wide before nodding her head. A few minutes later, she tucked her head into the crook of my neck, and I held her closer to me, never letting go.

The plane landed on a private landing strip in Santorini, Greece. We did our best to avoid having to land our planes at Santorini Airport just in case the feds ever tried to raid our planes like they did our warehouses, but like always, they wouldn't find anything.

The Russians had many interesting people in their pockets, including some high-ranking officers in the FBI and CIA. We had the president of Greece, along with the prime minister and every single member of the Municipal Police.

I looked over to my left and smiled, watching Quinn sleep. She lied to her parents about staying over at Sophie's house, and the letter I sent helped me get them out of the country. They were on their way to theStates, where they would later find out that their daughter was still missing.

What they did to her was unforgiving.

It was disgusting.

Vile.

And I couldn't wait to see their faces when they discovered that Alexander Hades was back.

I gently shook her shoulder to wake her. "Quinn, baby. Wake up, we're here," I whispered, my voice low so I wouldn't startle her. She yawned, stretching her arms before getting up from the seat. A few minutes later, we met with my brothers, getting into one of the two black SUVs.

The drive to the beach house was twenty minutes. Quinn leaned her head against my shoulders, our fingers intertwined. "Tell me about your parents. Have I met them before?" she asked curiously.

"Yeah, Princess, you've met them. My parents love you, especially my mother. You're like a daughter to her," I confessed. If she only knew how much my mother loves her, I wanted to enjoy my time with Quinn alone before my family suffocated her with affection. My brothers headed to our parents' beach house while our SUV headed to the private beach house I had bought for Quinn and me.

We arrived.

When I opened Quinn's door and she got out of the SUV, she gasped. She raised her hand to cover her mouth. "Oh my God. It's gorgeous," she emphasized, and I agreed that the view was breathtaking.

I could feel a pair of eyes watching my every move as Islid my shirt over my head and slid my shorts off, leaving me completely naked. I walked into the ocean. The cool water hit me but did nothing to help the raging hard-on I had.

I turned to face the balcony that overlooked the ocean and noticed Quinn was no longer there. She came out walking in a criss-cross high-waisted dark blue bikini with a beige color straw hat on her head.

Bloody hell, she looked gorgeous!

She approached me. Her gaze caught mine, and I watched her walk towards me. I walked towards the shore, leaving the ocean behind me. I towered over her, my wet body rubbed up against her clothed one. The cold made her shiver, and the sensations running through our bodies filled my veins with anticipation.

My wet hands caressed her body, smashing my lips against hers. Quinn wrapped her arms around my neck. Grabbing the back of her thighs, I pulled her up. She wrapped her legs around my torso.

She moaned into my mouth.

I kneeled. My knees hit the sand as I gently laid her on the blanket I had set for our picnic. My tattooed hand went around her back, pulling the strings tying her bikini together, causing it to fall, uncovering her breasts to my greedy eyes.

I sucked on one of her dusty pink nipples while kneading the other. She whimpered as I gave both her nipples my full undivided attention.Her head dropped back, hitting the pillows. I chuckled, my hand confirming my suspicion.

She was already soaked between her legs.

"Soaked already?" I teased her as I pulled her bikini bottoms to the side and slid a finger through her soaking lips. Her bikini bottoms were drenched with her juices. I kissed her stomach slowly, spreading her legs to make room for me to get in between them. I pulled her bottoms down her legs and exposed her bare pussy.

"So fucking wet, baby." I praised, my eyes locked with her bare pussy. I admired her delicate lips as I watched them glisten with her desire.

"What do you want, Quinn?" I muttered against her bare lips.

Looking up, I watched her propped on her elbows, admiring me. Her eyes gawked at my cock, standing proud and fucking hard. She licked her lips, and I swore I saw her mouth water. My dirty little nun wanted a taste of my cock again.

I smirked wickedly before dropping my head back in between her creamy thighs. I licked the wetness coming out of her pink little hole. "You've got to answer me, Princess." I leaned closer, planting a kiss on her swollen, enlarged clit. She writhed and moaned.

"Lick me," she panted out.

I chuckled.

My tongue slipped through her wet folds, tasting her, and bloody fucking hell was she more addicting than life itself.I wanted to devour her and ruin that perfect little pussy, but my need to make love won. I spread her legs wider and used my hands to pin them against the blanket.My teeth grazed over her clit, and she bowed off the blanket.

She writhed against my mouth, and her hands fisted the blanket as I took her to the edge, then slowed my efforts, leaving her whimpering and begging for more. I pushed my fingers into her tight pussy, working her into a moaning, rocking frenzy.

"Alex. Alex. Alex. Oh, Alex!" My name flew from her lips like a fucking prayer. I was her God as she surrendered all restraint, her walls clenching my fingers as I ravaged her.

"I need you inside," she demanded.

I growled, nipping at her clit before crawling my way up her body. Her hands instantly went to grip my cock—tugging it hard.

Quinn lined my cock to her entrance, and I plunged forward. She cried out as I stretched her. Her body was at my mercy. My hands fisted her hair with a tug, and her walls clenched—suffocating my cock.

I eased out and slammed inside her again, slowly drawing out the pleasure. The sound of our bodies colliding mingled with ragged breaths and the crashing of the ocean waves. "You feel so damn good, baby."

"Yes. Yes. Yes," she chanted.

Her fingernails clawed into my shoulders as I thrust into her slow and sweet. Her pussy clenched every single time I hit a spot inside her that made her limbs tremble. I rolled my hips, ensuring my pelvic bone hit her clit as I rocked us together.

"I love you," I breathed. With every thrust of my hips, I whispered it into her ear like a prayer—the pressure at the base of my spine was almost unbearable. I gritted my teeth, wanting to draw it out for just another minute, another second, but the way she clenched was too bloody incredible.

She was too fucking close.

"Come, Quinn. Drench my cock, Princess." I reached between us and pinched her clit.

"Finish for me, baby," I demanded.

"Alex. Fuck, Alex." She detonated, her back arching off as she cried my name. My nostrils flared, my jaw clenched, tilting my head to the sky, and I let out a roar as my release took over.

Our chests heaved as we tried to regain our breath. WhenI finally managed to crack my eyes open, her eyes locked with mine, and the emotions that floated showed so much fucking love for me. I kissed her chest, right over her heart, then kissed her butterfly tattoo. Then with a smirk, I pushed my cum inside her with a finger, not wanting to waste a single fucking drop. She gasped, her mouth parting.

"Ohhh."

After our lovemaking, we dressed, and Quinn laid on the blanket, her head on the pillow, and looked out into the ocean. I laid in between her thighs with my head on her stomach.I had one of my hands tracing patterns on her thigh, and my other hand was underneath her torso.

Her fingers played with my hair, now fully dried. We both admired the view in front of us before our swim in the ocean where round two started, but this time I fucked her hard.