Page 71 of Reaper and Ruin

He stared down at me, fingers wrapped around the tattoo gun. “I’m not tattooing your pussy on the beach, Violet.”

I shrugged a shoulder. “Oh well, your loss then.” I grabbed the towel and headed into the shadowy darkness beyond the lit parking lot. I didn’t get very far before he caught up.

I also didn’t miss that he’d brought the tattoo gun with him.

A small smile lifted the corner of my mouth, but I said nothing.

He didn’t miss it though. He put his arm around me, drawing me close, like the beach was full of people and he didn’t want anyone to hear, even though there wasn’t a person in sight. “When we can’t see the parking lot anymore, you’re going to take all your clothes off, Violet.”

Heat rushed through me, doing pleasant things to my body which was already a little jazzed just from the ride here. “Am I?”

He grabbed a handful of my ass and squeezed it. “You’re being a brat. Say, yes, Daddy.”

Oh Jesus Christ. I’d never been the sort of girl who thought I would wobble at the knees over something like that, and yet, when Levi said it, I was pretty sure they buckled.

I stopped walking. I was dead serious, breathless, and turned on when I whispered, “Yes, Daddy.”

He groaned, dropping the hard-cover case in the sand. “This is far enough.”

Excitement lit up inside me, pushing away the thoughts of everything horrible in our lives and leaving room only for the good. For this. For enjoying my man, and living for the way his gaze devoured me, promises held in the depths of his green eyes.

I slowly stripped my clothes. My shoes. My top. My leggings.

He didn’t offer to help. Just watched me drop articles of clothing one by one onto the sand, my gaze locked with his, both of us burning.

He spread out the towel in the darkness, but there was enough moonlight to see what we were doing. It glinted off the water, making it sparkle. A breeze blew across my skin, but it did nothing to chase away the heat.

I reached behind me and undid the clasps on my bra, letting my breasts fall free.

“You worried about someone seeing you?” His voice was like gravel.

I shook my head. “No.”

“Good. Because I want to see every fucking inch of you, Violet. Take your panties off.”

Wetness pooled at my core, silky and slick. I tucked my fingers into the elastic on either side of my hips and tugged them down over my thighs, not even caring they were dimpled with cellulite.

It was impossible to feel like anything other than the most beautiful woman in the world when a man looked at you the way Levi was looking at me right now.

It was also impossible to deny him anything he wanted.

“Get on your knees.”

A small moan slipped from my lips. I knelt on the towel, my knees digging into the soft sand beneath that still held a vague hint of the warm day.

His gaze locked on mine; he undid the button then the zipper on his fly. He dragged his jeans just far enough down his legs to free his cock.

“Fuck me with that bratty mouth.”

He’d never spoken to me like this, but something deep inside me, something I knew from how I’d been with Whip and X, knew I liked the submissiveness of it.

I gripped the base of his cock with one hand, the other fitting between his legs to grip his balls. My mouth found the head of him, and I licked his tip, tasting him.

“Need to be in your mouth, Violet.” His fingers sank to the back of my head, and he drew me in closer, forcing his cock deeper past my lips.

He slid across my tongue, and then back again, thrusting in and out. He held my head firmly, guiding me, but never in a way that had me feeling like he wouldn’t let go the second I made so much as a peep of distress.

He let me breathe. He let me pull off if I needed to. He let me come back to him a willing partner each time.