INKED MY SINS...

Iris jumped from the rooftop and survived.
But survival doesn't mean healing.

Once a gifted art student, Iris now drifts through life numb, silenced by trauma and a past no one dares to name. Home is a minefield, her body a cage. The whispers at school have faded, but the shame remains.

Then her old professor gives her a name: Adrian Archer. A tattoo artist known for his cold detachment, brutal honesty, and clients who speak of him like a god of pain and beauty.

She enters his world of ink, leather, and control-desperate not to be saved, but to feel something again.

Adrian doesn't believe in rescuing broken things. But there's something about Iris-her silence, her drawings of him, the way she flinches when she breathes-that pulls at what's left of his conscience.

When she hears him through the wall-groaning, slapping, commanding-her body betrays her. Shame, arousal, confusion. And something else: desire. Not just for him, but for power. For choice. For a voice in her own story.

Their connection is wrong. Dangerous. Consensual.

He's no hero. She's no victim.

But together, in the shadows of pain, they might rewrite what it means to survive.

For readers of Haunting Adeline and Praise, INKED MY SINS is a dark, twisted slow burn where the sex is power, the healing is messy, and consent is everything.