Realization unfolds behind her brown eyes. Everything she’s ever liked is marked on my skin for the rest of my life: her favorite animals, the trips we’ve done, things that matter to her.
Her bottom lip trembles for the briefest moment before she tears her eyes away from the tattoos and to the chain around my neck.
Fingering the pendant, she turns it over, narrowing her eyes to read the date engraved into the silver coin.
“My first day at Woodside Elementary,” I say before she can ask.
She looks at me in question.
“The first time we met.”
Her lips form into an ‘O,’ and she slowly settles back against my chest so I can’t see her, stiff with tension. Did I do something wrong? I’m pretty sure I didn’t say anything to piss her off.
I turn her around and settle her between my legs. “While I was in prison, I also learned how to play guitar,” I add, to lighten the mood.
“Oh, really?” There’s an air of disinterest in her response. Seriously, what did I do wrong now?
“Yeah,” I say coolly. “I can playMary Had a Little Lambwith my eyes closed.”
Her chuckle is half-hearted at best.
Fuck it, we’re going in for the kill. What’s she going to do? Get madder? That’s fine. She’s still stuck with me.
Grabbing a cloth, I say, “Oh, that’s right, how silly of me.”
“Huh?”
“I missed a spot.” She all but lurches out of the bathtub when Igentlypress the cloth against her pussy. Squealing, she tries to push my arms away, but she isn’t sure which one to focus on; the one squeezing her nipple or the one getting nice andthoroughwith the cleaning.
She clamps down around my fingers, making me groan. “Settle down. You don’t want to get me excited.”
“Mickey,” she gasps. “I’m serious! I need a break.”
“I’m not doing anything.” I chuckle as she bucks her hips, practically grinding her ass against me as I slowly move my fingers in and out of her. “What type of person would that make me if I didn’t make sure you’re squeaky clean?”
Bella whimpers and digs her nails into my wrist, but she’s hardly trying to push me away. Ribbons of red are drawn all over my arms and chest. If I wasn't already tattooed, I’d get her claw marks permanently etched into my skin.
“Oh, I think I missed another spot.” I curl my fingers, and she moans—God, I can’t get enough of that sound—pushing farther back against my cock. I may potentially die from blue balls, but it’ll be worth it if I can feel her choke my fingers.
I twist her nipple between my fingers, watching how her chest rises and falls and the outline of her sweet pussy through the rippling water.
“Mickey.” She draws out my name on a whimper when I thumb her clit.
“I’ll be gentle. I promise.”
She trembles. “I’m sensitive.”
“Then tell me to stop.” Other than her hiccupping moans, she doesn’t make a sound. “That’s it. You like it, don’t you? It feels too good. Do you know why, Bella? Do you know why your cunt isn’t letting me go?”
I tip her head up by her chin and brush my lips against hers, smiling when she leans forward to chase my touch.
“Your body is made for me. It knows only I can give you what it wants—what it craves. You belong to me.Allof you. And you know what the best part is?”
She stares up at me with heavy lids without responding.
“Answer me,” I growl, plunging into her faster.
“No,” she pants, gripping onto my arms.
