Chapter 50 Tattooed demon god
Veronica's POV:
His sports car felt too hot all of a sudden.
However, it wasn't the car... it was Max... shirtless above me.
I just couldn't look at his intense blue eyes as he stripped me, making me cling to him.
His sturdy hands moved with slowness, peeling away my dress, then my bra, exposing my breasts to the warm air inside the car.
My skin prickled, nipples hardening instantly under his gaze.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, as if hiding from the vulnerability he was forcing on me. But he wouldn't let me escape.
"Veronica..." he whispered darkly... that vibrated through my chest. "Just look at me..."
I did... I forced my eyes up to meet his, those piercing blue depths pulling me in like a current. He hovered over me, his tattooed chest rising and falling, flexing his muscles with each breath.
He was just too intense... like a tattooed demon god.
A hot storm raged inside me, and I felt the heat pooling low in my belly, making my thighs clench together instinctively.
Then he leaned in, his lips brushing my ear. "I want to tell you something... Vanilla isn't my style. I give in installments."
"What?" I blinked with confusion.
But before I could process it, his hand slid down my body, fingers tracing the edge of my panties. He took them off with ease... leaving me bare beneath him.
The leather seat stuck to my skin, but I barely noticed. His fingers parted my thighs, and then—oh god—they were inside me.
I gasped, my back arching off the seat. "Ahh..." The moan escaped my lips.
He didn't rush; instead, he curled them slowly, pressing against that spot deep inside that made stars burst behind my eyelids. His thumb found me, circling it with firm, teasing pressure.
My hands gripped his shoulders... nails digging into the hard muscles there. He pumped his fingers in and out, steady and deep, stretching and filling me.
My moans and cries filled the car... my arousal coating his hand as he worked me open.
I could feel every ridge of his knuckles, the way he twisted slightly on the upstroke to graze my inner walls.
I was building up heat fast... which was coiling tight in my core.
"Have you ever been touched like this?" Max asked, sounding rough now... eyes locked on mine.
He didn't stop, his fingers plunging deeper, faster now, thumb rubbing me in tight circles that made my hips buck.
"No..." I gaped for air, chest heaving as another moan tore from my throat.
I'd never been explored like this just with fingers... never known how good it could feel.
"You were always such a good girl," he whispered, leaning down to nip at my earlobe.
His free hand cupped my breast, pinching the nipple between his fingers, rolling it until I cried out.
The sharp tug sent sparks straight to my core, mixing with the relentless push of his fingers inside me.
"But I have a habit of making girls like you bad... trust me, I'll show you the other side of everything."
"The other side... of everything?" I mouthed out, drowning in ecstasy.
"You are trembling..." he said deeply all while observing, which I only noticed after that.
I was literally squirming like a breathless fish under him, hips bucking involuntarily against his hand, chasing the friction.
My thighs quivered, making the leather seat beneath me rock.
"Don't tell me that you got scared of me... after I revealed about the other side."
It felt offensive! Like he was doubting my nerve when all I wanted was to dive deeper into this fire he ignited.
"No... not at all... Whatever is the other side... I know what it all means... it must be BDSM and stuff... and I'm not afraid of the play." I was confessing boldly, too shamelessly, the words spilling as his fingers thrust harder... to stretch me.
Then he pulled my hair, making me look into his eyes again.
The sudden yank tilted my head back, exposing my throat, and a thrill shot through my entire body... at the control in his grip. "I told you to keep looking at me... don't break the eye contact," he said, his blue gaze locking onto mine like chains.
And when I did again, this time I was full on fire. Of course... he was really a tattooed demon god.
So this was his style, playing the assertive... dominant type... and I didn't know this would turn me on so much.
I clenched around his invading fingers, heat flooding my cheeks as I held his stare, feeling vulnerable and exposed.
"The other side," he whispered, his breath hot against my lips, his fingers never slowing their rhythm—plunging in and out, coated in my juices. "Is it not just about BDSM... it's what brings out our hidden self... the one we repress for the sake of society... are you ready to explore it all with me?"
He was saying all of that while still fingering me, my mind a fog of sensation. His palm slapped lightly against me with each thrust.
He was pushing me closer to the edge. "Yes..." I breathed, the word a surrender, my eyes never leaving his.
"Good... now let go," he commanded.
He hooked his fingers sharply, grinding against that spot inside while pinching my nipple harder, twisting just enough to blur pain into pleasure.
I was shattered at that.
And crashed over like a storm. Waves of bliss ripped through my body. I screamed, back arching off the seat, my high heels wrapped behind his bare, tattooed torso.
I swear that I literally saw stars in my eyes, but I forced them open, watching his satisfied smirk as he rode out my release.
He didn't stop until I collapsed... his fingers were still buried deep, gently stroking my fluttering walls.
I whined softly, and the aftershocks made me twitch.
At that moment, tangled in all the haze, I knew I'd follow him anywhere—to whatever 'other side' he promised.