Page 143 of I Was Always Yours (RCA: Royal Crown Academy)

I grab a cotton ball from the cart and douse it with alcohol before rubbing it over the skin on her right hip, just to the side of her pussy.

When the area is clean, I throw the cotton ball away and grab the tattoo gun. I dip it in black ink and turn it on. It powers to life with a distinctive whir, the needle moving back and forth as I hold it up so Six can see it.

“Show me what a good girl you are and stay still now. You don't want me to make a mess.”

Trepidation and panic and something like delirious anticipation shine in her eyes as she watches the needle come down on her skin.

She groans loudly at the first puncture.

A similar sound forms in my throat as I trace a downward line over her skin and adorn it with a half circle. I pause and wipe away the excess ink, revealing the first completed letter.

I flick my gaze up to her face and see that she’s arched the lower half of her body into my touch, but her head is thrown back and tilted towards the ceiling.

She tries to jackknife her legs and get away from me but I pin her down with a palm on her stomach.

“I told you not to move. I think you know what comes after this – how gentle I am or not depends entirely on you.”

She deflates like a balloon and a low whine rumbles against the gag as tears squeeze out the corner of her eyes. I lick them up before they can fall off her face and onto the mattress, savoring the salty taste of her.

Having her tied up and gagged and completely at my mercy does something unspeakable to me.

I bring the needles back down on her skin and trace the next few lines, pausing every so often to clean up the ink. I don’t give her any other breaks or speak, focusing instead on finishing what I started.

When I’m ninety percent of the way done, she shivers and I watch as goosebumps break out over her skin and around her tattoo. I’m in awe of how her body reacts to me, no matter what fucked up things I do to her.

I finish and wipe away the ink one final time before standing to look at my handy work. A territorial growl erupts from my throat as I gently run my thumb over the word I carved into her skin.

Phoenix

I feel a manic kind of obsession as I stare at it, relishing in knowing I’ve marked her forever. A dark thrill courses in my veins knowing that Astor isn’t the only one who’ll permanently be immortalized on her.

I hated knowing he was on her body and I wasn’t, but now I’ll be on her body as a constant reminder even long after she’s moved on from me.

And unlike the ladybug on her wrist, this is my name.

Myname.

I’m almost high on that feeling, on marking her in a way that no one else ever will.

I reach up and untie the ball gag as I tell her, “I warned you that I’d make this permanent if you weren’t careful. You didn’t listen then, but you should listen now.” My voice is husky and a couple octaves below its usual tone. “If you ever let anyone see this, I’ll kill them.” I press my lips against the gag in a fake, taunting kiss. “You know I’m good for it.”

When it’s free from her mouth, she looks down at her hips and gets her first glance at my freehand artwork. The letters are even, half an inch in height, and italicized.

More importantly, they spell my name and link her to me forever.

Her eyes widen in shock and her voice shakes when she speaks.

“You’re insane.”

My answering smile is sharp.

“And you’re mine, so what does that make you?”

I scoop her up by her hips and tug her to the edge of the bed. In the next moment, I free my cock from my trousers, place it at her opening and thrust in to the hilt.

She screams, somewhere between a moan and a shriek, and her leg wraps around my waist to trap me against her. Still inside her, I lower the top half of me and bend until I come to loom above her body.

I tilt my hips back until I’m almost completely out and pause, my eyes boring into hers as I power back in. Her mouth drops into a small ‘o’ as the softest, almost surprised, gasp leaves her lips.

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