"Is it too late to save my soul, love?"
"I think so, but if we're going to hell we're going together."
Is the typa vibe I'm going for.
Mature subjects such as sex, family issues, and toxic men in this story
Cover art by C H A R A C T E R S on Pinte...
Lana's a hilarious character to write tbh. JJ too. Whole story is fun.
When he tells me the placement of the tattoo, I think my ears are deceiving me.
"I'm sorry, did you just say you want to tattoo my thigh?!" I demand. I'm shocked He has the audacity to say something like that.
"Yes, princess, I did. Now come sit down." He motions towards the seat he's sitting in front of.
"Well I guess I'm already here." I mutter under my breath, wondering how different this night would have turned out if not for this beautiful man beating up the guy I probably already would have had sex with by now.
As his fingers lift the bottom of my already short dress and begin to dab my skin with the anti-septic. He walks me through the process of the tattoo, I stare at him in awe of his natural beauty. Eventually he starts the tattoo, the needle first pricks my skin, I hiss in pain. He offers me some lidocaine to numb the pain and I willingly accept. He walks over to a speaker and puts on rock. I laugh at his choice of music, and he chuckles with me. He walks back towards me making eye contact the whole time. He goes back to work, tattooing this mystery tattoo on me. He grips my thigh and rubs my leg with his thumb to comfort me through the pain. It doesn't take too long, only about an hour and a half, but I love every second of his touch on me.
"Hey princess, I'm done." He says excitedly.
I look down at the tattoo and see that it says "kiss me here".
"What the hell is that?!" I gasp in outrage. In all honesty, I thought the tattoo was pretty cute. I knew he was going to put something dumb on me the moment he said he wanted to tattoo my thigh but I didn't expect this.
"This is so...." I trail off, appalled that he'd put something like that on my body.
"If I'm being honest, it looks pretty hot." He says, staring at my thighs.
I ignore the fact that he's staring at my body. I feel his tense glare on me, looking me from head to toe, staring at the tattoo then flicking his gaze back to my face.
He stands up, towering over me still watching my eyes.
"Don't look at me like that princess, I can't resist you looking up at me like that." He says seductively.
Before he gets any closer I quickly say "I still don't know your name, pretty boy."
He cocks an eyebrow. "Guess."
"There's no way. I held up my end of our deal and let you tattoo me, now it's your turn." I say, defiant.
"Alright sweetheart, I guess you did, no need to throw a tantrum." He chuckles. "Lana, my name's JJ Armstrong." He says holding his hand out to shake my hand.
I stare at his veiny hand, how much of an idiot is this guy.
"You're an idiot." I say, trying to hide my smile.
He begins to clean up as he smiles to himself and walks around the shop. I get out of my chair and walk towards a mirror. I tug at my dress and check to see what this tattoo looks like. Now that I can see it from his perspective, it actually looks pretty good. JJ finishes disinfecting the station and walks over towards me standing in the mirror. I watch him appear in front of me, he kneels and lifts my dress higher up my leg. I try to push his hand from moving my dress up any further.
"Relax sweetheart, I'm not doing anything." He says looking up at me.
My worry is soon filled with relief as he lays the tattoo wrap over my skin. He brushes his cold hands over my warm skin. Carefully placing the clear plastic wrap over my sore tattoo, he smooths the seal along my skin. His cold hands send goosebumps all over my body. He looks up at me from his place on the floor, his gray eyes peering seductively into me.
He stands up towering over me, and murmurs, "Darling, you make me so weak."
His face inches closer to mine, his nose almost brushing mine.
I pull away from him. "We can't..." I stop my sentence and look away.
He pulls my face back into his gaze with his thumb. He looks so genuine in my eyes. Hard to resist, but that's what he wants. I can't fold for him, it's his dangerous game.
"I have a rule. No kisses until the second date, pretty boy."
He chuckles before leaning in and murmuring in my ear, "How's being a hypocrite going for you? You were all up on that guy an hour ago." No anger was seen on his face, merely a teasing that made me smile.
"I'll tell you what. I'll give you my number if you tell me one thing, truthfully, and then drive me home."
"You're on, sweetheart. Give me your phone, I'm putting my number in."
I reluctantly hand over my phone, and walk with him to his car.
"So what's your one question?"
"Who are you? You give me your jacket, disappear, kidnap me, and now you're flirting with me. Who the fuck are you?" I ask, curious and furious at myself that I didn't think to ask that sooner.
"Are you sure that's what you wanna ask?" He says
"Positive."
"Well, like I told you before, the name's JJ Armstrong, don't wear it out." He says with a wink.
I glare at him, knowing that he knows that wasn't what I meant. He just smirks at me knowingly, before he rolls into my driveway. He tucks a piece of hair behind my ear.
"Bye princess, I'll text you." He says with a grin as he unlocks my door.
2:17am
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So I've written ahead, as I did in my other story so that I don't get overwhelmed with school and posting. I'm planning on posting every Friday. I'll write like 20 chapters over Christmas break and since the story is getting more interesting it's getting easier for me to write.
I'm thinking I might also post all the chapters I have so far on Christmas because why not?
