Distinctive Desires

Distinctive Desires

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"Don't be afraid to touch me, love" he teased as I hesitated to start the soon to be permanent mark on his skin. "Shut the fuck up" I tease back still puzzled as to where I should begin "Watch your mouth before I gotta do it for you." he quickly let out At that point I had no words Who did he think he was!? And why did I feel the need to not listen!? A 27 year old Stripper who disguises herself as some may say one of the best tattoo artists in Brooklyn who claims she doesn't have time for relationships , she has stuck with this claim for many years until she crosses paths with a man who too believed he didn't have time for love He's Been trained to keep his work as his first priority Especially after the death of his grandmother. How would love even be possible between these two!? I guess you gotta find out. | This Book Contains Smut and Mature Content |
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"I'm not afraid of you," I tried to say confidently. He smirked while placing his hands on my hips. My breathing stopped for a few seconds but then continued when I remembered my goal was to be courageous. He licked a spot on my neck, and I narrowed my eyebrows in confusion. He gently wrapped a hand around my neck. "You might sound confident, but I can taste the fear," he whispered into my ear. His voice was very intimidating and almost sent tingles down my spine. ALMOST. But I was done being afraid of this monster. I was done feeling inferior to him. "There's no doubt that you taste fear. Here's the real question: is it my fear that you taste, or is it yours?" I asked bravely. I gasped when he tightened his hold a little and pinned me to the wall. I stared into his cold eyes as he stared into mine. He smirked when our breathing came to a match. Then he did the last thing I would expect: he kissed me. Warning: This story has mature contents.

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