Bonds of Obsession (Pretty Ruthless Monsters #3)

34. Killian

34

KILLIAN

The look on Quinn’s face hits me hard. There’s something vulnerable in her eyes, something that instantly makes my walls come down and drives me fucking crazy. My fingers find her throat before I can even think about it, wrapping around with just enough pressure to tip her head back and make her look me in the eyes.

“You’re right.” My voice comes out rougher than I meant it to. “I never wanted a tattoo. Never understood why anyone would mark themselves permanently.” I lean closer, breathing in the clean scent of her shower-damp skin. “And after this? I’ll never want another one.”

Her pulse jumps beneath my palm. She’s still holding the tattoo gun, but her hand trembles slightly.

“This is the only mark I’ll ever want.” I squeeze her throat a fraction tighter, watching her pupils dilate. “The only one that matters. Your mark.”

Something flashes in her eyes—understanding, maybe. Or possession. It mirrors the feeling burning in my chest, the need to belong to her completely. I’ve never belonged to anyone, never wanted to. But with Quinn, it’s different. Everything with her is different.

“You’ve already marked me in other ways,” I tell her, thinking of how she’s carved herself into other parts of me that I swore I’d never let anyone get to. Like my head. And my fucking heart. “This is just making it visible. Making it permanent. Now stop stalling, siren, and mark me properly.”

“Lie down,” she says. “And lose the shirt.”

I strip it off with one hand, not taking my eyes off her for a second as I stretch out on the bed. Every fucking move she makes has my attention locked on her like a predator watching its prey, although fuck knows which one of us is really the predator here.

She starts prepping the equipment, and I drink in the sight of her. Those curves I know by heart, the way her throat works when she swallows, how her hands move with such precise confidence. I’ve studied her for so long, learning every goddamn detail. The slightly crooked tilt of her mouth when she smirks. The tiny scar below her left ear. The way her eyes darken just before she comes.

Christ. When I was playing at being The Phantom, following her, watching her from the shadows, I thought I was obsessed. Thought I knew what it meant to want someone so badly it hurt.

I didn’t know shit.

This thing with her now is in my blood. My bones. She’s hijacked my entire fucking system and rewired me from the inside out. The obsession I felt before was just a hint of what this is.

She settles on the bed beside me without bothering to pick up the towel that has fallen away from her naked body. Before she can start, I reach up and cup her tits, running my thumbs over her nipples. They peak instantly under my touch.

“Fuck,” she gasps, arching into my hands even though I can tell she’s trying to stay in control. “What the hell are you doing?”

“What’s it look like?” I growl, pinching one nipple and rolling it between my fingers. “I’m playing with what’s mine.” My cock is already rock hard, straining against my jeans like it always does around her. It doesn’t matter how many times I’ve fucked her, I’m always starving for more.

“I’m supposed to be working here,” she protests weakly, but her eyes are getting heavy-lidded as I pinch and knead her sensitive flesh.

“Go ahead and work, then.” I twist both nipples now, drinking in the way she whimpers. “But first I want to watch you squirm a little. I wanna see those pretty tits bounce while you mark me.” I drop my voice lower. “Or maybe I’ll make you come while you do it. See how steady your hands stay when you’re riding my cock.”

She bites her lip, and I can see her thighs pressing together. “Jesus, you’re impossible.”

“No.” I let one hand slide down her stomach. “I’m just fucking addicted to you.”

She finally manages to push my hands away, reaching for the tattoo gun again. But I’m not done yet. I shove my jeans down my hips, kicking them off along with my boxers. My cock springs free, already leaking for her.

“Killian, seriously…” She tries to sound stern, but I can hear the need in her voice.

“I am being serious.” I catch her gaze, letting her see the hunger in mine. “I need you straddling my cock while you mark me. I need to feel that wet little pussy sliding against me while you work.”

She hesitates. “I should really focus on?—”

I surge up, fisting my hand in her hair and yanking her close. “Be my good little slut,” I growl against her mouth. “We both know that’s what you want. It’s what you fucking need.”

Her breath hitches and her pupils are blown wide. She’s so fucking responsive to me, to the way I handle her. Always has been, and I seriously can’t get enough of it.

“That’s it.” I guide her over me, groaning as her wet heat makes contact with my shaft. “Fuck, you’re already soaked.” I rock her hips, sliding her along my length. “Is this getting you hot, siren? Knowing you’re about to mark me forever?”

She whimpers, grinding against me as I guide her movements. I can feel her getting wetter with every stroke, and her pussy is leaving a trail of slick arousal along the length of my cock.

“Please,” she whispers, and I know exactly what she’s begging for. She wants me inside her, wants me to fill her up while she works. But not yet. First, I want to drive her crazy.

“Focus on the tattoo,” I tell her, still rocking her against me. “Let’s see how steady those hands stay while I play with you.”

“Maybe we should wait,” she pants, her pussy dripping onto my cock. “We can do the tattoo after?—”

“No.” I cut her off with a sharp tug to her hair. “I want both. Right fucking now.”

Her eyes go wide, the surprise evident on her face as she realizes I’m not joking. I take advantage of her momentary shock, reaching up to squeeze her tits roughly enough to make her gasp. Her nipples are hard little peaks against my palms, and I pinch them harder, watching her squirm on my cock.

“Fuck, look at you,” I growl, drinking in the sight of her. “My dirty little siren, getting so wet just from grinding on my cock. You want it bad, don’t you? You want me to fuck you while you mark me?”

She nods desperately as her pussy clenches against my shaft. I can feel how fucking ready she is, how much she needs this.

“That’s what I thought.” I twist her nipples again, making her cry out. “You’re going to sit on my cock like the good little slut you are, and you’re going to put your mark on me. Make me yours forever while I fill that greedy little hole.”

Her whole body shudders at my words. I grip her hips, lifting her up. “Ready?”

She barely has time to nod before I slam her down onto my cock, burying myself to the hilt in one long, harsh thrust. The sound that tears from her throat is animal, primal—something halfway between a scream and a moan. My cock pulses inside her at the noise and the feel of her tight heat squeezing me like a vice.

“Christ,” I grunt, fighting for control. “So fucking tight. Always so perfect for me.”

She’s trembling on top of me, her walls fluttering around my length. I can feel how close she is already, and I know for a fact she could come just from this if I let her. But that’s not what this is about.

“Pick up the gun,” I order, my voice rough. “Time to get back to work.”

“You’re fucking insane,” she gasps, but her words cut off into a moan as I find her clit with my thumb.

“Maybe.” I work the sensitive bud in slow circles, feeling her hips start to roll. “But you love it. You love how crazy I am for you.” I press harder, making her whole body jerk. “And how desperate I am to be yours.”

She tries to chase her pleasure, grinding down on my cock, but I grab her hip with my free hand to slow her movements. “Not yet, siren. Not until you mark me.”

“Please,” she whimpers, her pussy clenching around me. “I need?—”

“I know what you need.” I ease up on her clit, keeping her right on the edge. “But you don’t get to come until I’m wearing your ring. Until everyone can see who I belong to.”

Her walls flutter around my shaft again, and I grit my teeth against the sensation. Fuck, she’s so wet, so fucking perfect. I’m not just teasing her—this is torture for me too. But I meant what I said, and she’s not coming until she marks me.

“I wanna feel you come while I’m inside you,” I tell her. “I can’t wait to feel this sweet pussy clamp down on my cock right after you finish marking me and making me yours in every way possible.”

She lunges forward suddenly, catching my bottom lip between her teeth and biting down hard enough that I taste copper. The sharp pain only makes my cock pulse harder inside her.

“Fucking animal,” I growl approvingly as she pulls back.

She reaches for the tattoo gun, her movements steady in spite of the way I can feel her trembling around my cock. “I’ll show you a fucking animal.”

The look in her eyes makes my heart beat faster. There’s possession there, raw and primal. It’s the same thing I feel for her, but reflected back at me. This is really going to happen. She’s finally going to give me her ring.

And fuck if that doesn’t make me harder than I’ve ever been in my life.

The first bite of the needle makes the muscle in my chest jump involuntarily, but the slight pain only heightens every other sensation. My cock throbs inside her as she works, marking my skin with careful precision even as I guide her hips in a slow grind.

“Fuck,” I growl, watching her face as she concentrates. “Never understood the appeal before. But this—” I break off as she hits a particularly sensitive spot, the sharp sting making my muscles clench again. “Now I get it. The pain and pleasure together.”

She shifts slightly, adjusting her angle, and I feel her pussy grip me tighter. “Yeah?” Her voice is breathy but focused. “Does it make you want more?”

“From you?” I grip her hips harder, lifting her up before letting her sink back down on my length. “I’d let you cover every inch of my skin if you were the one doing it. Mark me up however you fucking want.”

She moans at that, and I can tell she’s fighting to keep her hand steady as she works, even while I fuck her slow and deep.

“That’s it,” I encourage, watching my blood well up under her needlework. “Make it perfect. Make it permanent.” I roll my hips up into her, making her gasp. “I want everyone to see it and know exactly who I belong to.”

The tattoo gun buzzes steadily as she works, the sound mixing with our harsh breathing and the wet sounds of her pussy taking my cock. Every stroke of the needle sends another jolt through my system, lighting up my nerves until I can barely tell where the pain ends and the pleasure begins.

“Almost done,” she whispers, and I can hear the need in her voice. I can feel how desperately she wants to come. “I don’t know how much longer I can… can hold out though. I need?—”

“Not yet.” I buck up into her, making her gasp. Her hand is trembling slightly now, but I don’t fucking care. She feels too good on top of me to even think about stopping now. Still, I give her a little encouragement. “Finish it first. Make it perfect.”

Her pussy clenches around me, and I know she’s right on the edge. She’s fighting to hold back her orgasm, fighting to keep her hands steady while I ram my cock up into her.

“Such a good little slut,” I praise, watching her work through those pretty, heavy-lidded eyes. “Taking my cock so well while you mark me. Making me yours forever.”

“Oh god,” she whimpers. “Killian?—”

“Almost there,” I huff, feeling my own control starting to slip. “Come on, siren. Give me your mark. Fucking give it to me.”

The tattoo gun buzzes steadily for another minute, her movements precise again in spite of the fact that she’s barely holding herself together.

“Done,” she gasps out. “It’s done.”

The second the gun leaves my skin, I slam up into her while my fingers find her clit. “Then come for me. Come all over my cock while you look at your mark on my chest.”

She shatters instantly, screaming as her orgasm rips through her. Her pussy clamps down on me like a vice, and the sight of her coming apart while my blood wells up under her fresh mark is more than enough to push me over the edge with her.

“Fuck!” I grip her hips bruisingly tight, driving up into her as I empty myself inside her. The pleasure is blinding, more intense than anything I’ve ever felt before. Maybe it’s the endorphins from the pain, or maybe it’s knowing that I’m permanently marked as hers now.

Either way, I never want it to end.

She collapses onto my chest, and the fresh tattoo stings like a motherfucker where her skin touches it. I don’t care. I want the pain. I want the reminder of what just happened. For the first time in my life, I’ve chosen to be marked, to let someone claim me as theirs.

And fuck if I don’t love every second of it.

“You did so good, siren,” I murmur into her hair, running my hand down her sweat-slicked back. “Taking my cock while you marked me. I knew you could do it.” My chest feels tight with emotions I can barely name. “No one’s ever owned me before. I’ve never wanted them to. Until now. Until you.”

She lifts her head suddenly, wincing as she realizes she was pressing against the fresh ink. “Oh shit, sorry.” She looks down at my chest, her face scrunching up. “God, look at those lines. They’re all shaky and uneven. I’ve never done such sloppy work.”

I glance down at the tattoo. The ring design isn’t technically perfect—some of the lines waver where she was fighting against the pleasure of my cock inside her. But that only makes it better and more meaningful for me.

“It’s fucking perfect,” I tell her, meaning every word. “That ink tells the story of exactly how it happened. Of how desperate we both were.” I catch her chin, making her meet my eyes. “And it’s from you, which means I’ll treasure every imperfect line until the day I die.”

Her eyes go soft at that, and for a moment I see something in them that makes my heart stutter. Something that looks a hell of a lot like a feeling I’m not sure I know how to reciprocate.