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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In the ink stained chaos of the Siren tattoo shop, Sloan Harlow doesn't fall in love-she conquers. But when she meets Enzo Graves, all sharp edges and buried ghosts, control turns to combustion. Their obsession runs on pain, power, and the kind of desire that leaves scars. Between dominance and surrender, betrayal and belonging, Sloan and Enzo walk the razor's edge-because loving each other might just be the most dangerous thing they've ever done. Some marks are permanent. But the real damage? It lies beneath the surface- Beneath the needle. ___________________ "Take your cock out, Graves." She commanded, voice low and hungry against his mouth. "And turn your bike back on-I wanna feel it between my thighs while I'm fucking you." Enzo's chest seized-lungs choking on the command like it was a chain yanked hard. Her words-filthy, merciless, dripping control-slammed through him harder than the kiss. His cock flexed instantly, straining against denim, and his hand on her hip tightened until the leather of her skirt creaked beneath it. Green eyes, glassy and wide, flicked up to hers like he couldn't believe what she'd just said. Like he'd dreamt it too many times to trust it was real. But then his lips split into something broken-half smirk, half plea-before the wreck in his chest tore through again. "Yes, ma'am," he rasped, voice guttural, trembling with the weight of it. ___________________ TW: some chapters include violence and blood, sexual violence, please proceed with caution. © All Rights Reserved

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