Page 90 of Lethal Attraction

“That’s it,” she purrs, her voice rough with want. “Watch how pretty you make me.” Her free hand trails down her stomach, fingers circling her clit before pinching just hard enough to make her back arch. A whimper spills from her lips, and I groan, my cock aching against the restraints.

I want to touch her. I want to lick every drop of blood and cum from her skin.

She pulls her fingers free with a wet pop, holding them up between us. The mix of red and clear glistens under the dulled lighting of the workshop.

“Open,” she commands, and I obey without hesitation, my tongue darting out to lap at the mess. The taste of iron and salt floods my mouth, and I moan around her fingers, sucking them clean. Her pupils blow wide, her breath hitching.

“Fuck, Reed,” she gasps, pulling her hand away. “You’re too good at that.”

I smirk even as my body throbs with need. “Then let me do it properly.”

She laughs, low and throaty, before shaking her head. “Not yet.” Her gaze flicks to the tools scattered across the workbench beside her. My pulse spikes when she reaches for a small, curved blade. The metal glints as she turns it over in her hand, her thumb brushing the edge just enough to draw a thin line of blood.

“You trust me?” she asks, tilting her head.

I swallow hard. “Always.”

She hums before setting the blade down and crawling toward me on the table. Her knees press against the edge, her pussy hovering just inches from my face. The heat radiating from her is maddening. “Then be a good boy and don’t move.”

Before I can respond, she grips the back of my head and grinds her cunt against my mouth. I groan, my tongue immediately seeking out her clit, lapping at the slick mess between her thighs. She tastes like sin and salt, and I devour her like a man starved. Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling just hard enough to make my scalp burn, and I fucking love it.

“Yes—just like that,” she moans, her hips rolling against my face. “Fuck, your tongue feels so good.”

I growl against her, the vibration making her shudder. My cock is painfully hard, trapped against the confines of my slacks, but I don’t care. All that matters is her—her taste, her scent, the way her thighs tremble around my head as she rides my face.

It’s all too much and I think I’m going to fucking cum just from eating her.

Until she pulls away suddenly, leaving me gasping, my chin slick with her arousal. “Not yet,” she pants, her chest heaving. “I want you to watch me come first.”

I whimper, my body straining against the restraints. “Thalia—”

“Shh.” She picks up the blade again, her eyes locked on mine as she drags the flat side down her chest, between her breasts, over her stomach. The metal leaves a faint pink line in its wake over her chest, not enough to break skin, but enough to make my breath hitch. She circles her nipple with the tip, teasing, before pressing just hard enough to pierce the latex of her dress.

I groan, my hips jerking uselessly. “Fuck, what are you doing to me?”

She smirks, bringing the blade to her mouth and licking the blood from the edge. “You like that, pet?” Her voice is a purr, her free hand sliding between her thighs again. “You like watching me play?”

“Yes,” I hiss, my cock throbbing. “Fuck, yes.”

She moans, her fingers working faster, her hips bucking against her hand. The blade clatters to the table as she loses herself, her head falling back as she chases her pleasure. I watch, mesmerized, as her body tenses, her back arching off the table as she comes with a broken cry. Her juices spill over her fingers, dripping onto the wood beneath her, and I want nothing more than to lap it all up.

She collapses back, her chest heaving, her skin glistening with sweat. Her eyes meet mine, dark and hungry.

I’m trembling, my cock so hard it’s painful. “Please,” I beg, my voice raw. “Please let me—”

She cuts me off with a smirk. “Not yet, pet.” She swings her legs off the table, standing up to stretch like a cat. “But don’t worry. I’ll let you fuck me soon.” She winks. “Just not now.”

And with that, she turns on her heel, sauntering toward the door as if she didn’t just wreck me. Leaving me tied to the chair, my cock aching, my restraints burning, and my goddamn heart in her hands.

Chapter twenty-five

Thalia

My plan is working wonderfully.

I hum to myself, feeling lighthearted and happy as I finish cleaning my tattoo gun. The final touch of the bright pink gauze wrapped around the grip makes me smile fondly at it as I ghost my pointer finger over the vials of ink I have.

“Hmm,” my mouth twists, “not blue or green. I think black or red would look really good on him.”