Page 82 of Lies Like Love

My heart is racing as he snaps his gloves into place, sterilizing the barbells first, then the needle, as I sit exposed, waiting for him.

“Is this how it always is?” I can’t help but ask since I’ve been sitting in the chair topless. My eyes drop to my bare chest, and his follow.

Once more the green monster inside me makes an appearance at the thought of how many women he’s pierced in places I don’t want to think about—even if it’s his profession.

Jude smirks. “No, I just wanted to stare at your tits. Normally you’d keep the shirt on until right before we got started.”

It takes me a moment to digest his statement. “And… do you like it?”

He pauses with the sterilized needle in hand, glancing over at me. At the blush spreading my neck like wildfire, revealing all my embarrassment. It’s impossible to hide when my skin reveals my every emotion.

“I like piercing people if that’s what you’re asking.” His gaze snaps back to mine. “But that’s all it is. When I pierce someone, it’s body decoration. Nothing more.”

He sets down the needle and grabs a bottle of sterilizing fluid and a swab, walking over to me. He’s moving in slow motion—or maybe it’s my imagination.

“But if you’re asking if Ilikepiercing people the same way I’m going to enjoy doing this to you—then no way in fucking hell.” He leans in and places the swab beneath my nipple to catch the sterilizing fluid as he starts to pour it over me.

The sudden chill pebbles my nipples.

He wipes it clean and moves to the other. “Want to know how much I’m going to enjoy making you hurt for me, Red?”

I bite my lip, fighting back a smile as I nod.

He sets down the bottle and leans in close. “Then feel for yourself.”

He presses his hips closer as his mouth drags over the shell of my ear. His tongue runs a small circle on my lobe before he plants a kiss right beneath it.

Lifting my hand, I skate my fingers up his thigh until I’m grazing the bulge beneath his jeans.

“That’s it.” Jude grabs my wrist with his gloved hand and flattens my palm over him, forcing me to rub up and down his length. He’s hard as steel and my cheeks are on fire. “Be a good girl for me now, and tonight I’ll show you just how much I enjoyed this.”

He steps back and my hand falls, as he denies me what I’m desperate for.

I’d let him bend me over in this chair and fuck me while he drives metal through my skin, but he’s irritatingly professional.

How is that even hotter?

His gaze moves to the rosy blush I feel coating my cheeks, but he doesn’t act on it. He walks back over to the counter and snaps his gloves off to replace them with a sterile set.

My nerves skitter to the surface as the latex rolls down his hands, and I remember what he’s about to do.

Am I really doing this?

I’m sure there are easier—less painful ways to test my limits. Metal through flesh is extreme and semi-permanent.

As if Jude reads my hesitation, he pauses.

“It’s going to sting.” He looks down at my nipples, and I realize I’ve crossed my arms over my stomach. “You still sure you want to do this?”

“I’m sure.”

If he can survive a ladder of barbells on the underside of his dick, then I can manage two nipples.

I think.

Jude pulls out a marker and places dots on the spots he’s going to drive the needle through. Anxiety and anticipation battle inside me as goosebumps prickle my arms. Each graze of his gloved hands on my skin is a terrifying reminder of what’s about to happen, while also sending shivers straight between my legs.

Once Jude is satisfied with the marks, he grabs the needle and holds it up between us. His finger and thumb clamp over one nipple and he tugs it into place. It would feel good if I didn’t know what was coming.

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