Page 100 of Lies Like Love

A symphony of heartbreak melts her gaze, as she nods in understanding.

“Luckily, it never came to that. After I left, I met Sage and the guys, and they got me into all this shit. Turns out, I was halfway decent at it.”

“So you can tattoo as well?”

“If need be, yeah. But I prefer piercing.” I grin. “Something about making people bleed.”

“Twisted.” She tries to bury a smile. Even if she shouldn’t, she gets off on the side of me willing to hurt people. “So if I want a tattoo…”

She runs her fingers down her smooth, bare thighs.

“No one’s touching your body but me, Red.” The idea of another person inking her, piercing her, touching her—no fucking way.

“Noted.” The pretty little grin stretching her cheeks tells me she’s pleased with my reaction.

It’s sick as fuck, and I love it.

If I had to guess, she probably doesn’t even want a tattoo, she just likes to see if she can push my buttons. Call me possessive all she wants, she thrives on it.

“I took over as the shop’s piercer when Rachel left. Blaze, the previous owner, dipped soon after. The four of us didn’t want a random artist swooping in and feeding off the notoriety we established, so we all went in on a four-way split.”

“Wait.” Fel curls her legs up and crosses them, leaning toward me. “You guys own Twisted Roses?”

“Me, Sage, Echo, and Crew. Although some of us definitely work harder than others.” I roll onto my side and prop myself up on my elbow.

“That must make for entertaining business meetings.”

“It’s all right. As long as we all smoke a little something first.”

Fel shakes her head, smiling. “Productive.”

I grab her ankle and drag her down the bed until she’s laying over me. The sweetest little yelp making me feral.

“Oh, I can be very productive.”

“If this is your idea of helping me—”

“Depends what I’m helping you with.” I reach between her legs, pushing her panties to the side, sinking in two fingers before she can so much as stutter out a breath.

She’s already soaked. This girl is going to be the death of me. Probably in more ways than one.

“I’m supposed to be working.” She moans as I hit the bundle of nerves that makes her shiver.

“If you’d like me to stop…”

Fel buries her face against my chest as I rub the heel of my hand against her clit and sink my fingers in deeper.

“Don’t stop.” She shakes her head.

She feels like heaven—something I never really dared to imagine. But as her pussy pulses around me and I lose myself in the strawberry scent of her body wash, I’m pretty sure I’m getting a glimpse of it.

Fel’s hand skims down and she tries to slide it into my sweatpants, but I grab her wrist and stop her, pinning it behind her back and holding her tight to my chest.

“Why won’t you let me reciprocate?” Her bottom lip is puffy with her pout, and I can’t help but bite it.

“Because…” I shove another finger in. “I’d rather do some things just for you.”

Her hips start to ride my hand and she stops arguing. Her nails dig into my chest, and she clings to me like I’m what she needs to survive.

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