But there’s also something about it that’s thrilling– his praise, the hungry look in his eyes. He pinches my nipples between his fingers and a zing of sensation rushes straight to my core, my lips parting to draw a shallow gasp.
“Or am I the first one to play with these, hmm?” he asks, a lilt of amusement in his tone. “Just how much of a virginareyou, Ava?”
“That’s none of your business,” I grit out, batting his hands away angrily.
He laughs, punching his hips up to grind his hard-on into my panty-clad center. “Aw, c’mon, don’t be like that. I’m just trying to get to know you.”
I glare down at him, my posture rigid and my shoulders tense.
“Fine,” he sighs, snaking his hands up my belly and swirling his thumbs over my skin. “I’ll let you go first, then. Ask me anything, and I promise I’ll answer truthfully.”
Well, this is certainly a turn of events. I could ask him why they’re targeting me, what their endgame is, what I can possibly do to get off their radar… but instead, I’m so overwhelmed and flustered in the moment that I blurt out the first thing that comes to my mind.
“What’s with all the tattoos?”
His lips spread into a lazy grin as his hands cruise up higher, thumbing my nipples. “Well, that’s an easy one. I like art. Random shit pops into my head all the time, and I have to draw it to get it out.” His eyes flicker up to indicate the wall of sketches taped up above his bed. “But putting pen to paper is so temporary, isn’t it?”
Taking one of my nipples between his fingers, he twists until I hiss a breath in through my teeth, another jolt of pleasure going straight to my core.
“If I really like something, I don’t want to risk losing it,” he murmurs. “So, I got a tattoo gun, and the rest is history.”
“You do these yourself?” I ask, mouth gaping open in shock.
He sinks his teeth into his lower lip, nodding. “Most of them, yeah. At least on my arms and legs. I’m ambidextrous. Raf lets me practice on him, too.” His eyes drop to tour my body as he lowers his hands, splaying his palms out over my stomach. “I’d love to ink this skin…”
“No thanks,” I say quickly, batting his hands away again.
He frowns. “Why not? Got something against tattoos?”
The malice that sparks in his eyes has my fight or flight instincts kicking in again. I shake my head, immediately backpedaling. I don’t know much about Ford, but I do know that his moods can change on a dime. Paired with how wasted he clearly is, the last thing I want to do is provoke the beast.
“No, not at all,” I reply sweetly, forcing a smile to my lips. “I like tattoos on other people. I just prefer my own skin clean. At least until I find something that I want on it permanently.”
He seems to accept that answer, nodding shallowly as his hands slide back up to cup my breasts again. “Ugh, thesetits,” he groans, giving them a hard squeeze. “Lay down, I wanna fuck ‘em.”
“What?!” I blurt, flinching back in alarm.
“I wanna fuck your tits,” he deadpans.
“No!”
I squirm to get away from him, but his big, tattooed hands clamp down around my hips, holding me in place. “Would you rather me fuck your mouth?” he asks, the low, predatory timbre of his voice setting my teeth on edge. “Your tight little pussy?” He tilts his head, deviant intent flashing in his hazel eyes. “How about your ass?”
I shake my head adamantly, pushing up on my knees as I grab onto his hands and try to peel them away from my hips.
“Tits it is, then,” Ford declares, and before I even know what’s happening, he’s lifted me off his lap and tossed me down onto the bed next to him, climbing on top of me and pinning me beneath his weight. He straddles my waist, cuffing my wrists with his hands on either side of my head and leaning down until his face is hovering just above mine.
“Try not to fight me on this,” he growls, the scent of whiskey on his breath so strong that I’m practically getting drunk on it. Pausing in consideration, the corner of his lips quirk in an amused smirk. “Ordo, the fight kinda turns me on.”
A helpless whimper leaves my lips, tears springing to my eyes. One slips free, rolling down my temple, and Ford dips his head down, tongue darting out to lick it away. He’s grinning when he pulls back to look at me again, a maniacal glimmer in those stunning hazel eyes.
“You cry so pretty, Ava baby. Now, you gonna play nice or what?”
I nod in resignation, sinking my teeth into my lower lip to keep it from quivering as Ford relinquishes his grip and shuffles off me to remove his boxers. Then he crawls back on top, his huge dick bobbing mere inches from my face.
Oh my god.
It’spierced.
