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King
Tattooing
Doe was the single most erotic moment of my life. Marking her perfect, pale
skin with a tattoo I'd designed for her made me so fucking hard I had to adjust
myself every thirty seconds in order to concentrate on my work.
When I
was done, I handed her the hand mirror, and she walked over to the full-sized
mirror that hung on the back of the door, like she'd seen dozens of my other
clients do before. When she held up the hand mirror, she gasped.
"What?"
I asked in a panic, hoping she didn't already see what I'd hidden in the
tattoo. I was an asshole for putting it there. I was an asshole for tattooing
her in the first place.
I was
just an asshole.
But I
couldn't help myself. My name needed to be on her. It wasn’t enough just to
call her mine. I needed to mark her as well. So hidden in the vine work under
the quote I found that I thought was perfect for her, was my name.
KING was
woven into the design. In order to see
it you had to tilt your head or otherwise you wouldn't notice it. But it was
there.
I would
tell her eventually of course, but I wanted it to be my secret for a while.
She'd stopped being my possession a while ago, a lot longer before I cared to
admit, but I still felt the need to mark her as mine.
I still
liked the idea of owning her.
Only now,
she owned me, too.
She
didn't notice the name. Tears filled her eyes. She stood there staring at the
hand mirror in just her panties. Little cheeky ones where her ass hung out of
the bottoms. Her tits were only inches from my face. Her tears of happiness
made my dick twitch. Although her sad tears evoked the same response.
My dick
wasn't partial to which kind of tears he liked.
I took
the mirror from her hand and lifted her up onto the counter. "You like
it?" I asked, pushing her panties down her legs.
"I
love it," she panted, wrapping her legs around me, drawing me close. Her
wetness soaking my boxers. I pushed them down with one hand. I'd been hard for
three hours, the entire time I’d been working on her, and couldn't wait any
longer. I pushed inside her tight, wet heat.
We both
moaned at the contact.
"You
love it?" I asked, needing to hear her say it again.
"Yes,
I love it!" she said as I thrust up into her, hard. "I love it. So
much. I love you."
I froze
when I heard the words, and when I did, her eyes flung open.
"I
didn't mean—"
"Shut
the fuck up."
"Oh
my god, I have that word vomit thing. I’m sorry. Shit, I just meant that—"
"Shut
the fuck up!" I demanded, thrusting hard to get her attention. She closed her
eyes, and her head fell back. "That's fucking better. Now, keep that
pretty mouth of yours shut while I fuck you."
"Okay,"
she whispered, breathless.
"Shut
up," I said again, and she closed her mouth. "Shut up so I can fuck
you…and show you how much I love you."
She
nodded and although her eyes stayed shut, a tear rolled down her cheek. I
sucked it off her chin before it could fall to the floor.
Then, I
fucked her.
Hard.
I showed
her how much I loved her until I couldn't tell where I started and she began.
Until all that was in that room was me and her and the thing between us that
kept pulling us together like magnets. Until we were lost in sensations and
orgasms.
And in each
other.
I fucked
her until we were one person, and in a way we were, because I'd lost myself
along the way and I found myself again in the most unlikely place.
I'd found
myself again in the haunted eyes of a girl who was just as lost as I was.
Or maybe,
we didn't find each other at all.
Maybe, we
just decided to be lost together.
Blurb
Homeless, hungry and desperate enough to steal, Doe has no
memories of who she is or where she comes from.
A notorious career criminal just released from prison,
King is someone you don’t want to cross unless you’re prepared to pay him back
in blood, sweat, pu$$y or a combination of all three.
King’s future hangs in the balance. Doe’s is written in
her past. When they come crashing together, they will have to learn that
sometimes in order to hold on, you have to first let go.
Warning: This book contains graphic violence, consensual
and nonconsensual sex, drug use, abuse, and other taboo subjects and adult
subject matter. Although originally slated to be a standalone, KING is now a
two part series.
About the Author:
T.M.
(Tracey Marie) Frazier resides in sunny Southwest Florida with her husband and
three feisty fur kids.
She
attended Florida Gulf Coast University where she specialized in public
speaking. After years working in real estate and new home construction, she
decided it was finally time to stop pushing her dreams to the back burner and
pursue writing seriously.
In the
third grade she wrote her very first story about a lost hamster. It earned rave
reviews from both her teacher and her parents.
It only
took her twenty years to start the next one.
It will
not be about hamsters.
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