Chapter 30
Grant
The New Mark
I’d never been in love before meeting Sophia, and frankly, I envied the past version of myself. My heart felt like it was bleeding and burning, both to death and with renewed life all at once like a phoenix.
I’d gotten so lost looking into her beautiful eyes that my mind short circuited when she whispered, “I want you inside me now. Fuck me so hard, all I feel is you.”
“Mmm.” I gripped her waist, making her stumble in her suspended, spread state.
I pressed my lips to hers once more, breathing her in like she supplied the air I needed to live.
I palmed her breast, pinching her perked up nipples and rolling them between my fingers, forming a plan for those right after. “You want me that bad, baby?”
“Yes,” she moaned.
I stroked my cock and circled her stretched body.
When I stepped up behind her, I rubbed the head of my cock over her ass.
One day soon, I’d fill all of her holes, stuffing each one with my cum so there was no part of her she didn’t have me in.
I yanked her ass toward my cock, putting an arch to her back.
It would strain her arms a little in this position, but not to the point of pain.
As she readjusted her hands over the thin bars, I thrust into her, catching her by surprise.
She screamed my name as I thrust harder, fucking her like she asked for. Fucking away her pain, her thoughts, keeping her in the moment here, with me. Where she belonged.
I pressed my thumbs into her back, lifting and supporting her as I worshiped her with every thrust. It didn’t take us long to tumble over the cliff together. We were a panting mess as I held her from behind, kissing her shoulder and up to her neck.
“You feel too good to wanna move.” I nuzzled my nose into her neck, and she let out a faint giggle. “I could stay inside you for the rest of my life.” Her legs had a small tremble to them, and I sighed as I reluctantly slipped out of her tight pussy. “One more minute, baby. I’ll get you undone.”
“Okay,” she whispered, watching me over her shoulder as I dropped to my knees.
I couldn’t resist kissing her legs, working my way up. I groaned as I looked up at her cunt, where cum was beginning to leak. Not acceptable. Pushing two fingers inside her, she moaned as I gathered my cum and forced it back inside, fucking it deeper, hoping it’d stay.
“What’re you doing?” she asked, breathless on a moan as I finished pushing the rest in. “Grant?”
“Markin’ what’s mine.” Only, it wasn’t enough.
My entire being wanted to be glued to this woman.
I circled around and took her chin in my fingers, hoping a kiss would calm this ache I had deep in my chest. But that only intensified it.
Unclipping Sophia from the cuffs, I helped her down to the bed, my knuckles dragging along the smooth side of her breast.
The way she was looking at me was like nothin’ I’d ever had. “What’s on your mind?” she asked, catching my hand with hers, twining our fingers.
“You know I don’t want to hurt you, right?”
“You’ve made that pretty clear.” Her brows dipped together. “What’s wrong?”
“There’s something I wanna do, but it might…hurt.”
She shuffled against the headboard, adjusting to hold my hand with both of hers. “I trust you. So, whatever it is you wanna do, I’ll trust you don’t mean any harm by it.”
Harm was the opposite of what I wanted to do. Toward her, anyhow. Someone else might end up pissed off at it, but that thought only made my jaw tick. I’d be the only one seein’ it.
“I’ll be right back, baby. I’ll be quick.”
Sophia nodded and I left the room, grabbing what I needed. When I came back, I had to blink a few times at how perfect she looked layin’ on my bed like she was making it hers. She glanced at my hand and what I held, shifting to sit up taller.
“Grant? What’re you doin’ with that?”
I sat beside her, setting my gun and a small case of equipment on the nightstand. “Lay flat on your back.” She did as I said, watching as I set up a tray with gloves, saran wrap, and a black ink cap.
I left everything close and ready, then got on top of her, caressing her cheek.
She leaned into the touch, turning to kiss my palm, all of her focus wholly on me.
I bent in and kissed her neck, sucking gently on the sensitive skin.
I alternated licking, biting, and sucking as I worked my way down to her breasts.
Her nipples puckered as my lips ghosted over them, her back arching up toward me.
I sucked the bud deeply into my mouth, watching as Sophia’s eyes rolled back with pleasure.
Her bare, drenched cunt rubbed against my naked thigh, getting clothed from earlier having been far from both our minds.
I pressed my knee against her clit as I bit down on her breast, her sharp gasp and fingers spearing my hair telling me she was enjoying herself.
Good.
“Ride my knee, baby.” I reached for my tattoo gun and dipped it in the well.
Sophia didn’t even flinch as the sound of the gun vibrating rumbled low in the room.
I sank my teeth in one more time to her breast, circling her nipple.
She moaned as I wiped the saliva away with my forearm and guided the pen to her breast.
Her back arched more as the tip hit her skin, a raw groan of pleasure coming from both of us.
Each mark my teeth had made was being tattooed on her silky skin.
I knew the area right around her nipple would be sensitive, but if it was affecting her, she gave no indication of it hurting.
In fact, she was so wet, I was ready to slide right inside her once I was done.
“You like how it feels, Peach?”
“Yeah.”
“Grind that sweet pussy on me harder while I finish this up.”
Her hips swayed as she soaked my thigh, her sharp nails piercing my skin along my biceps. “I think…I think I’m gonna—”
“If you come while I’m tattooing my bitemark on your tits, you’re going to be covered in tattoos by next year.” Just the imagery of her getting tatted while riding or fucking me was making my cock harden, and here she was—under me, seconds from doing just that.
“Fucking hell, darlin’. You’re so goddamn perfect for me, I swear. Such a dirty fuckin’ girl for me.”
“Yes!” she screamed, clawing the length of my arms. I finished the last mark, but left the gun on and spread her legs wider with mine. Her hands shook as they fell from my arm and she gasped as I pushed the vibrating handle inside her convulsing cunt. “Grant, I-I can’t. Please.”
“You can.” I started fucking my hand as I watched her fuck herself on my gun. “Look at you, so fuckin’ greedy for another one. Marked with my teeth on your gorgeous, perky tits.”
“Plea—ahh!”
“There she is,” I growled, removing the gun right as I was about to follow her.
I turned it off and thrust inside her. That was it—I was done for.
I spilled every last drop my body had, my body shaking as my cock pulsed over and over again.
“Fucking. Perfect.” I swept my lips over hers. “You’re always gonna be mine, okay?”
Her hands draped around my neck as she smiled softly, brushing her nose over mine. “Always.”
“You ready?”
I slung my bat over my shoulder, sideways-glancing at Carver. “Born ready,” I replied before fitting my bandana over my face. “You tell Lyra where we were goin’?”
“’Course. Left it in a note on her nightstand. No need to make her worry.” He wrapped part of the chains he had slung over his shoulders around his knuckles on his right hand. “What’d you tell Sophia?”
That I loved her. That everything I was about to do was for her. Only she was fast asleep, and now Hayes was sitting on the couch in my house with a few different weapons at his disposal, just in case anyone tried to pay my Peach a visit.
“Not much.” I cleared my throat, my fingers flexing around the bat’s handle. “Hayes didn’t ask for a favor in return yet, but thank fuck he’s around.”
Carver did that odd head-tilt gesture he’d done before last time I brought up Hayes. “Sure. He’ll probably ask for somethin’ later.”
“Whatever it is, he can have it. As long as Sophia is still in our bed when I get home, I’ll be keen to do whatever he needs.”
“‘Our bed?’” A floorboard creaked under Carver’s boot. We both glanced around, checking to see if the noise had woken anyone. Didn’t need the Dodds getting a leg up on us that we were here to get answers before we had them cornered. “Fuck, my bad.”
“Yeah, our bed.” I pushed one of the bedroom doors open with the tip of my bat. Carver glanced inside, signaling he saw no one with a single shake of his head. As we walked on to the next room, I added, “I love her, and I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her.”
Carver let out a low, breathy whistle, making it softer to not signal our presence. “Wow. Who knew all it would take to lock you down was an older, more mature, gun wieldin’ oil heiress from Texas?”
“Shut the fuck up.” I pushed open another door, one I realized was Della’s by the horrendous perfumed scent wafting from inside. I grimaced that I even knew how she smelled as Carver checked and shook his head again. “Where the fuck are they?”
“Dunno. I made sure Roland’s closed early once my manager said they were there. I know they left, and they don’t have much else to fuck up.”
I pulled out my phone and texted Hayes. He quickly replied with a picture of Sophia sleeping in our bedroom, his thumb directed up in the photo, covering a portion of her body from how close his thumb was versus her small frame in the distance.
If it were anyone else, I’d be furious. But Hayes was…different. Somethin’ almost seemed wrong with him. I’d yet to hear about or see him take anyone home. It was like he needed no one, or scared away everyone he tried with.
“Watch out!” Carver shouted as a wooden chair came within inches of my legs. The push from Carver sent me into the wall before he turned to chase the perpetrator.