Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 40362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 202(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 202(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
Fear sprang up in her gaze. “Sam, what are you doing?” she whispered. I hated that fear in her eyes. I needed to get rid of it. But she had placed her trust in me. We were doing this. There was no turning back now.
I brushed her hair behind her ears before I cupped her sweet face in my hands. “I’m taking care of you—my old lady.” She sucked in a sharp breath of surprise. I hadn’t called her that to her face before. “I called Ink. He's offered to tattoo your back.” I splayed my hand over the marred skin up top before slowly running my palm down her spine. “I want to cover this mark with my own—the Fathers of Mayhem emblem with Sam’s Property at the bottom.”
Her breath hitched in her throat. She knew what this meant. This was more serious than a wedding vow. “You—you’re for real?”
“Dead serious,” I promised her. I wanted nothing more. For her, this would be me proving to her that I could smother anything that tried to take her away from me. This tattoo was a lifelong commitment; she knew that. For me, it allowed me to breathe a bit easier to know that everyone would know she was mine the moment they looked at her back.
Steeling herself like the brave fucking woman I knew she was, she nodded her head. “Okay. Give me five.”
I kissed her. “Take as long as you need, baby girl.”
She shook her head. “I just need five.”
I nodded once at her and slipped from the room, going to find her a bottle of liquor because tattooing over those fresh scars was going to hurt like fucking hell.
She was taking the pain like a fucking champion.
I couldn’t express how goddamn proud of her I was.
When I’d offered the bottle of Vodka to her with a straw, she’d pushed it away, telling me she wanted to feel this pain just like she had for the mark.
Ink had clenched his jaw, fury shining in his eyes on her behalf. I knew shit like this hit home for him. Jesse had her own scars. Tortured women were a fucking sore as hell spot for him.
And I knew it now would be for me, too.
“All done,” Ink announced, turning his machine off. He gently wiped her back, clenching his jaw when she hissed and flinched. “You did good, girly—better than a lot of fucking men I’ve tatted over the years. Got balls of steel.” Fuck, she’d sat there for hours. The only break she took was if Ink needed a small break for his hand.
She laughed softly, though it was full of pain. He left the room after that, and I sighed softly at the sight of my mark on her back. I could still see the raised scars, but you could barely make out what it was, not through the pure black ink that now covered her back.
“Sam,” my sweet girl breathed my name.
I moved my eyes to hers. “Yeah, baby girl?”
She pushed herself onto her knees with a pain-filled grunt. I watched as she hooked her thumbs into her shorts and began sliding them down her thighs, her thong following. My breathing quickened.
Was she trying to fucking kill me?
“I need you to fuck me now.”
She dropped her shorts and panties to the floor and positioned her body so her sweet, round ass was up in the air and her chest was on the bed.
I was so hard it fucking hurt. Her legs were still closed, her pussy not bared to me. I knew she was waiting on me to agree to this.
“You sure about this?” I rasped. I didn’t want to push her to do anything before she was ready. But goddamn did I fucking want her so bad it goddamn hurt. Months. I’d gone months without her like this.
“Yes,” she pleaded.
With a groan, I moved to take off my own clothes, but her soft voice stopped me. “I want you fully clothed and wearing your cut.”
A full claim. I wasn’t stupid. Fucking her while fully clothed put her in an extremely vulnerable position because she was completely exposed while I wasn’t. This meant she trusted me with every single part of her, even the extremely fragile parts.
Ah, God, she was killing me slowly.
I moved up behind her, running my palms over her ass. “Spread your thighs for me, baby.”
She did as I instructed. My nostrils flared at the scent of her arousal. Her pretty, pink pussy was glistening. I groaned and slid my fingers over her. “You this wet already?” I growled.
“The pain, knowing you were claiming me—”
My eyes widened the tiniest bit, though she couldn’t see me. She’d never gotten turned on by pain before. In fact, my baby girl normally couldn’t take it.
They’d fucked her up inside, but that was fine. I’d gladly indulge in every twisted, fucked up thing she needed with her.