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“Your pussy takes me so well, baby,” he groaned, his eyes hooded. “Your sweet tight cunt never forgot who it belongs to.”

“Oh God,” I choked out, “I’m close.”

His eyes flashed. “I’m going to fill you until you’re overflowing with my cum so there’s no mistake about who you belong to.”

He tightened his hand around my throat and spots danced in front of my eyes. My orgasm exploded through me in waves, racking my body in shudders.

“Yours. Yours. Yours,” I muttered as I rode the orgasm.

As he grunted and came inside me.

As he half collapsed on top of me, his face falling between my breasts to rest upon my heart.

“Mine,” he said simply. “And I amyours.

EPILOGUE

RY

“Let me just tidy up my workstation and I’ll be ready to go,” I said as Liam walked through the door of Dublin Ink.

It was date night and we had a babysitter looking after Cahira at home.

“No rush.”

He kissed me long and deep, only pulling away when the catcalls of the rest of the Dublin Ink gang got too loud. Someone threw a scrunched-up ball of paper at us—probably Mason.

“Jaysus Mary Joseph, get a room,” called Rian, but there was humour in his tone.

I batted Liam away and turned to my station.

“I was thinking,” Liam said, sliding his hands, callused and still grease-stained from work, around my stomach. “Maybe I’d like another tattoo.”

“You think?” I said, tracing a scar along the back of his hand.

He turned me to face him and there was a strange seriousness in his eyes. “I want another tattoo.”

“Oh…okay then.”

There was a sudden stirring in the room. Aurnia, Mason, andConor all found excuses, mumbled over one another to leave the parlour.

“Tea kettle’s whistling,” said Aurnia. It wasn’t.

“I think Rachel is calling me,” Mason said. She wasn’t.

“Left my bike with the keys still in, I think,” Conor grumbled. Over his dead fucking body would he ever do such a thing.

I looked over at Rian, who was critiquing one of Eithne’s most recent drawings. I raised an eyebrow as if he would find it all just as strange.

But he stood, arms stretched overhead and said, “Eithne and I need to go…buy art supplies.”

Eithne followed after without a word, without anything but a poorly concealed grin. She followed Rian right up the stairs.

“Um, I don’t think the store is up there,” I shouted after them.

After all of them actually, the whole lot of them, liar after liar, disappearing up the narrow old stairs without even glancing back in my direction as I shouted at them.

“We’re not going to have sex!” I called.

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