Inked Desires

Inked Desires

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When Milla's grandmother, the only family she has left, the one who raised and educated her, is on her deathbed, she decides to get a tattoo that will keep her memory alive for the rest of her life. What she doesn't know is that the tattoo will be a reminder of more than just her grandmother. Hades is the type of man who seems to be cold and iced hearted. The type of guy who, only with a single glance, would make any man, no matter how tough, runs away or have a heart attack. Milla, on the other hand, is not intimidated, in fact, she is unable to control her sexual attraction and desire for him. _______________________________________________________ I was dripping wet, I knew that, because I felt the need to rub my thighs together, which I did. I began to gently rub my thighs together, barely restraining myself from moaning. "Stay still!" he ordered again and I was almost finished just hearing his voice. I tried not to move, but it was impossible. My nipples ached with arousal and my pussy throbbed with desire.
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(18+ EXPLICIT CONTENT) "Attract a lot of attention, huh beautiful?" His voice hit me like a wall, absurdly catching me off guard. It was deep, sensual, something any girl (or boy) could melt over. I was sort of speechless, yet trying my best to appear unafflicted. "Only the wrong ones." That was definitely drunken me talking, as I didn't usually have that much confidence. His lips twitched up into a smirk, expressing that he understood my comment. "Does that mean that I'm in that category?" My palms began to grow sweaty and my heart rate picked up, but otherwise my body remained relaxed, appearing completely fine. It similar to when you're on autopilot, completely withdrawn due to intoxication. "I suppose not," I crossed my arms, putting on this seductive persona just for him. This fueled his smirk, about to murmur another comment before I cut him off. "You'll have to show me, though." *** Amelia Hollis was a 23-year-old writer at one of the local publishing companies, assisting a very handsome man and writing articles left and right. Her and her best friend, Aviary, lived together in a cute little apartment off the central part of the city, yearning to create new memories and important moments. Amelia always lived for the moments, taking in every little detail and savoring it like it was her favorite meal. She was an optimist, hoping to change peoples lives with her dreams. James Vallette was a 34-year-old CEO, building his company from dirt with the help of his brother. He was a realist, not really having time to deal with dreams or even love. He knew this the night he laid eyes on Amelia. It was only casual; what harm could a one-night stand do? Oh yeah, he's her dad's boss.

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