Page 98 of Tethered Souls
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After fucking me senseless in the backseat of the car as Khalid drove us to a restaurant, where he then turned my nipple clamps on and left them for the entire meal, I am dead on my feet. Also horny. But mostly dead. My throat is actually really sore from all the screeching I did – I mean, all the “singing,” and my body is crashing from the surge of dopamine I’ve been getting all evening.
Khalid takes the turn onto the Shadow estate. As soon as the car passes the security ward that keeps all non-witches out, he parks the car and turns off the engine. I start to lean forward to ask him what’s up, but he’s already gone, having turned into his shadow. I look out the window, but I can’t see him in the dark. Still, I know he’s heading back off the estate, running to wherever his girl lives.
A smile curls my lips at the idea of the big bad reaper being twisted around the finger of some woman. I bet she’s a fucking badass.
“Thank you for telling them all they had to applaud,” I say as I turn to Varius.
“I did no such thing,” he says, his tone hard. He’s been in a mood ever since we left the restaurant, and I wonder if he is upset the date is now over.
“Then thank you for telling Rio –”
“I didn’t.” Sharp. Clipped.
My eyes narrow slightly. “Thank you for taking me to a place where the boss is a total brown noser?”
He doesn’t protest this time, and I smile. Grabbing his hand, I scoot over to him. I lift his arm and loop it around my shoulders as I snuggle into his side. He lets me for a second before removing his arm and stepping forward off his seat. As he turns to grab an item out of one of the cubby holes, he commands, “Lie down and lift up your dress.”
Keen on where this is going, I do as he says. I spread my legs, opening my pussy up for him, having not worn any underwear.
But it isn’t his dick or his mouth that touches me there. It’s an alcoholic wipe. I lift my head in curiosity. My eyes shoot open as all exhaustion leaves me.
“You’re not seriously going to –”
The tattoo gun pierces my skin, and I suck in a breath as I clench my fists. I don’t look at what he’s doing, my head facing the ceiling, but I can feel every line of his name being branded onto my pussy. With every letter that’s finished, I start to pant harder and harder, my legs starting to shake as the pain turns me on. His face is so close to me too. I just want him to lean in and lick me as the black bold letters claim my pussy.
“You’re soaked,” he growls, and I lean up on my elbows to try to discern why he’s angry. His jaw is locked. His eyes are boiling pools of fury as he stares at the juncture between my legs.
“Did you get this wet when Dayne tattooed you?” he asks, and my mouth drops open.
“He’s gay.”
“Did you know that then?”
“Well, no –”
“He’s hot.” His eyes narrow as he moves the tattoo gun across my skin. I flinch as the bite of the gun feels harder this time.
“He’s my best friend.”
“People fuck their best friends all the time.”
“I’ve never fucked him.”
“Did you think about him while you touched yourself?”
“No! Ew. He’salwaysbeenlike a brother to me.”
The gun stills as he looks at me, and the look in his eyes causes my pulse to spike. I glance at the door handle closest to me. I could grab it and run, let him work out his jealousy.
“Are you lying to me?” He lifts the gun away from me, and I glance down to see he’s done.
Property of Varius Shadowsits in clear bold across my pussy.
My mouth running dry, I answer his question by kicking him in the shoulder. He stumbles back, and I bolt for the door. I’m out before he can grab me, and then I’m fleeing down the drive, the cold air filling my lungs and stinging the bare skin on my sleeveless dress.
I take a chance and veer off the track and into the woods. My heels dig into the dirt, and I trip. I fall to my knees and hurriedly twist to take them off. He’s advancing on me, his long strides eating up the ground between us. The door of the limo has been left open, and another car pulls up behind it, honking.
