The Lost Mafia Princess

25.)

I walked in and quickly made my way over to the front desk.

"Hi, do you have any openings for today?" I asked.

The woman nodded, "We do. Are you looking to get something specific?" She asks.

"I want to get something here, and here." I tell her pointing to my left ring finger and my right wrist.

"We can do that." The woman says, nodding, as she begins to guide me towards the back.

Bucky smiles, "I'll wait out here for you, baby girl." He tells me as he moves to look at the art on the wall.

"My name is Sinahi, are you looking for a specific design?" She asks

"I want to get my husband's name tattooed on my ring finger." I told her.

She nods, as she asks about the other tattoo.

She shows me a beautiful cursive tattoo before getting to work on the other one.

The second tattoo takes about two hours and looks amazing.

As soon as I walk out I slip my jacket to hide the tattoo on my wrist.

Bucky has a gauze covering one of his  fingers and is already paying for mine as I reach him.

"You ready to go, котенок?" He asks.

I nod in response.

"Let's go home then, любовь моя.” he says as he wraps an arm around my shoulders and leads me out.

As soon as we reach home, he leads me into his office and lets me sit on the desk as he sits in the chair.

"Tell me something." He says.

I raised a brow and waited for him to continue.

"Your mother never allowed you to be you." He says.

I frowned, nodded once, thinking back at everything she would force me to do so I could be what she considered perfect.

"So, how can I help you become the you you've always wanted to be?" He asks.

I frown, "What do you mean?" I ask him, confused.

"I want you to become the woman you were meant to be. The woman you were born to be. Someone who is so comfortable in their own skin, so much so that you don't give a flying fuck about anyone's opinions of you. So confident that every head in the fucking room turns just to watch you walk by." He says.

I think for a minute. I immediately know what he is referring to.

A smile pulls on my face as I look at him.

He smiles in return, "What is it, принцесса?" He asks.

"Nothing. I just realized, you're already doing that. By loving me." I tell him as I reach out to touch his face.

He smiles and kisses my palm, before he sees the gauze on my wrist and lifts his eyes to me, giving me a questioning look.

I smile as I slowly peel back the tape and gauze.

"Bucky's kitten." He reads out loud with a surprised look.

I smirk as he runs a thumb over the newly tattooed skin. It's slightly red around the ink but other than that it doesn't hurt too bad.

He places the gauze and places a kiss on my wrist, before standing and throwing me onto his shoulder.

"Where are we going?" I asked with a laugh as I used my hand to lift myself on his lower back.

"I gotta have you. Right now. That is so fucking hot. You branded yourself with my name. Fuck, baby, you surprise me every fucking day." He says as he makes his way over to the guest bedroom down the hall.

He quickly grabs my jacket and removes it from my body, before ripping open the brown button up I had on, and removes my bra, immediately lowering his lips onto my hardened nipple.

I am so lost in the sensation of his mouth on me that I jump a foot in the air, when I hear a rip and he throws the remains of the bra over his shoulder.

Immediate pain radiates from my chest as he lets go.

I smack him upside the head, "Ouch!"

"Sorry, babe, it was an accident." He says as he bends his head back down to continue his ministrations.

"You know at this rate you're going to leave me without any wearable underwear. Do you want me walking around without those?" I asked him.

"I'll buy you all the panties and bras you want, so I can keep ripping them off your body." He growls as he lifts me onto the bed, and proceeds to yank my pants down my legs only for them to get stuck on my shoes.

He chuckled as he worked to undo the straps on my heels before he ripped them away, throwing them over his shoulder.

He slowly begins to shed his own clothes. Before moving to the bed.

As he does he grabs my ankle and slowly kisses down my leg until he reaches my thighs.

He grabs a handful of the flesh before parting them slowly and as he hooks a finger around the lace of my panties.

"What were you saying earlier —?" He trails off as he gives me a smirk.

My eyes narrowed at him, "James, Do. Not.—" I began to say as his hand gave a firm tug.

"Whoops." He says, before grabbing my hips and pinning them to the mattress.

"You're an ah—ssss—" I hissed as he shoved his cock into me without warning.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" He groaned out as he circles his hips, and presses them into my clit.

"Oh god." I groaned in response.

He groaned as I cried out in surprise, I threw my head back, my mind going blank as he snapped his hips forward.

He didn't give me a warning as he pulled out almost everything before slamming into me again.

"Fuck!" I cry out.

"Do you know how fucking hot it is to see my name on you? Fuck, I know you're mine, but now others know and something about that drives me insane." He groans as he slowly rutts.

His movements are slow, and tantalizing. Mix that with his constant groaning, and speaking to me in Russian, and I can feel my orgasm approach.

As I reach my peak, he suddenly speeds up, causing me to arch off the bed as his hands go to my hips, lifting them to meet his thrusts.

A moment later another orgasm hit me, and this time he came with me.

"Mine." He says as he kisses my neck, going up until he kisses my lips.

"Yours." I whisper as his hips slow down.