Page 110 of Law Of Love

I clawed at his chest, my nails scraping at his tattooed skin. I’d never willingly taken drugs before, but I imagined that this was the kind of ecstasy users eagerly chased—the type of elation that filled every pore on your body and sunk into your bones, rooting itself so deep that it became a part of your soul.

“Be a good fucking girl for me and take every inch.”

My whole being was on fire—as if I was drowning in a pit of lava. The heat was indescribable, though. The dictionary didn’t possess the words to express how good it felt.

“Don't stop. I need it harder,” I whimpered.

Kaleb grunted. “Your pussy is so fucking greedy, Freya. Look at it, taking all of me.”

“Kaleb, fuck,” I moaned, my insides tightening again. “Holy shit. I love you.”

Silence filled the room, and Kaleb abruptly ceased his movements before he leaned down to gaze at me dead in the eyes, his face stunned. “What did you just fucking say?”

I dragged my bottom lip into my mouth, sucking on it for a few seconds. “I said I love you.”

My confession seemed to ignite something deep inside of him, and he gripped onto my thighs tightly as he fucked me harder, pushing my dress up higher so that my tits were accessible to him. He pinched my peaked nipple, harsh groans falling from his lips. “Say it again.”

“I love you. Fuck, I love you.” Heat erupted through me, and I released again, my pulsing walls causing Kaleb to pump into me a few more times before he finished too. Our heavy breathing mingled—filling the air and making it impossible to breathe, and Kaleb leaned down to press his clammy forehead to mine, planting a loving kiss on my lips.

“Come on,” he said. “Let’s get you cleaned up and go and enjoy the party.”

Madison flinched again as the tattoo artist pressed down on her skin, his pierced bottom lip jutting out with concentration. He narrowed his eyes at her, demanding she keep still.

“I won’t get ink poisoning, right?” Madison asked for the third time.

“No, but I do have to commend you for getting such a sizeable piece for your first tattoo.” The tattoo artist smirked. “It’s brave.”

Kaleb was on the clock, but Madison had wanted me here to watch her get my design tattooed on her skin. The studio had been booked out completely, and her other bodyguards stood watch at the door, ensuring no crazed fans tried to barge their way in.

“Look at you,” Kaleb said to me with a smile. “A tattoo designer to the stars.”

I rolled my eyes, swatting his arm. “It’s a one-off.”

Madison snickered. “That’s what you think. Once I show my friends, they’re all going to want the Freya Henderson to design their pieces!”

The cash was tempting. Madison had forked out way more than I’d thought necessary when I sent her my sketches, but money was no issue to her. She probably made more in a week than I did in an entire year.

I glanced over at the piercer, who sat patiently at her station, picking at her nails with boredom.

“Want to get matching nipple piercings?” I joked, glancing up at Kaleb, and he glared at me, fighting a smile.

“Baby, if you want a nipple piercing, I’m more than happy to do it for you when we get home,” he offered, and the bodyguard beside us reddened, shuffling awkwardly from side to side as he attempted to block out our conversation. It caused me to laugh, and Kaleb checked his watch, clicking his tongue. “Alright, I’m done for the day. We need to get going.”

Taking one last look at Madison’s almost-finished tattoo, I requested she send me a photo when the artist was done before we exited the studio. My eyes honed in on Kaleb’s body as we climbed into his Jeep, spotting his shiny gun that poked out from the waistband of his jeans, his shirt having ridden up slightly. He immediately pulled it back down when he saw me staring, his jaw clenching as he cleared his throat.

“You don’t have to hide it from me, Kaleb,” I said, even though the sight made me shiver. “I understand that it’s part of your job. You’re not you without your gun.”

Silence.

I sighed.

“Do you think you’ll ever be able to look at one and not think about what happened?” Kaleb asked me, and I shrugged. My gun had been seized by the police after the incident, and although they had offered it back to me, I’d told them to keep it. I didn't want nor need it.

“I don’t know. I’d like to think that one day I’d be able to be around one and not feel uneasy, but my body seems to go into panic mode whenever I even think about them.” I pinched my eyebrows together. “Have you found a new shooting range to go to?”

“I have. It’s just outside of town.” Kaleb appeared on edge talking about it, and he quickly glanced at me, analysing my facial expression and body language with furrowed brows.

It made me scowl. I didn’t want to be seen as breakable. Flimsy. Frail. My triggers would not control me. This was fight-or-flight, and I didn't want to surrender.

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