Page 84 of Perfect Revenge
“You have no idea, little ladybug. Playing with you is going to be fun.”
Because Lion could come at any moment, and Rose was right that he didn't want anyone but him seeing her naked ever again, his grip on her hip tightened as he began to move her up and down on his length.
“Don’t come,” he warned Rose when he felt her internal muscles flutter around him. It wasn't much of a punishment for sassing back at him like a brat if she got exactly what she wanted.
Being inside his girl had him seconds away from finding release, especially when he didn't have to make sure they came together, and Steel adjusted his position as he picked up the pace. Thrusting his hips up into Rose as he used his grip on her hip to slide her up and down his length, he came with a growl as a powerful orgasm tore through his body with the power of a hurricane.
A split second later, he heard Rose cry out as her internal muscles clamped around his and she found an orgasm of her own.
Narrowing his eyes at his naughty little ladybug, she merely grinned back at him, looking smug. “What?” she asked, all innocently. “I can't help it that that position made me see stars. Two weeks ago, I didn't even think I was interested in sex, and now I can come without any external stimulation.”
Since she seemed so pleased with herself, Steel found he couldn’t be too annoyed with her. He was going to punish her later for coming though. “I hope you enjoyed that orgasm of yours, little ladybug, because once Lion finishes with your tattoo, I’m taking you up to my bed and I'm going to edge you for hours, until you're begging and pleading, promising to do anything I want as long as I let you come.”
Rose shivered, and her internal muscles fluttered around him again, apparently already aroused at the thought of her punishment.
“Uh, maybe you guys should finish up in there, because I really don’t want to get beaten up for doing the job Steel ordered me to do,” Lion called out from just outside the door.
Lifting Rose off him, Steel set her back on the couch. “One moment,” he yelled back to Lion.
Since he didn't want Rose getting an infection from constantly walking around covered in his cum, he satisfiedhimself with the fact that she would soon be wearing his mark anyway, and hurried to the door.
Edging it open, just enough to look out, he scanned the items Lion had with him. “You got a wet cloth or something to clean up blood?”
“I got this.” Lion held up a damp towel.
“Perfect. Go get another,” he ordered as he disappeared back into the room, closing the door behind him.
By the time he’d wiped Rose clean and pulled her leggings back up to cover her, then helped her get comfortable on the couch, Lion was walking into the room.
“What position is going to be most comfortable? I don’t want this hurting you,” he said to Rose.
“I don’t think it’s going to make a difference, I'm hurting from head to toe,” Rose replied, sounding amused again.
“Blade,” Steel bellowed. “Bring painkillers. Now.”
“Do you have to scream like that?” Lion winced. “The guy could hear you if you whispered his name from anywhere in the mansion.”
Steel merely shrugged. “You can hold my hand, squeeze it if you need to.”
Rose’s smile softened, and she reached up and ran her fingers through his hair. “I think you know I can handle the pain. How many times have we had sex since I broke my ribs? But since you seem to have a problem with me being in pain, I’ll hold your hand, and you can squeeze mine if you need to.”
Lion huffed a chuckle, and Blade snorted as he walked into the room, making Steel glare at both of them.
He’d already gotten his tattoo earlier that day, and Rose had snuggled beside him on the couch, her head resting on his stomach while Lion worked. The feel of her tucked close had been so perfect that he’d told Lion to take his time, drag out the moment as long as possible.
Deciding he’d do the same for his girl, after she took the painkillers with an eye roll and a smile of indulgence, he shifted her position on the couch so he could lie beside her, and then Lion got to work. Since tattooing on the breast he’d bitten would lead to infections, they’d taken a photo of the bite that Lion had then used to make a template to tattoo her other breast.
They were almost done when the living room door suddenly banged open and a very uncharacteristically panicked Dragon appeared. Blade had stuck around, and Thunder and Voodoo had appeared at some point during the tattooing process, so now all six of their heads turned to look at the man.
“It’s Cassandra,” Dragon told them. “She just called me. Something’s wrong.”
