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A few seconds later and I feel his warmth in my ass, and when he pulls out I feel it dripping down my thighs just the way I asked for. I smile against the blankets as he slaps my ass again hard, and I moan low in my throat.
“You like that?” he asks me, slapping my ass again. “You look so good with my cum leaking out of your ass, princess.”
“Don’t say things like that unless you’re going to fuck me again.”
“Oh, I will.”
Nik flops next to me on the bed, his weight making it bounce, and he closes his eyes and puts his arm over his face. He looks tired. If he wants to sleep for a while, that’s exactly what we’ll do, as I’m also exhausted. He’s been fucking me nonstop since we got here.
Somehow, we end up falling asleep and taking a three-hour nap right after waking up. How is that even possible? Either way, we’re now on the way to a tattoo shop he insisted on getting an appointment with.
“What are you getting tattooed?” I ask him with curiosity. I have no tattoos at all; my skin is intact.
“You’ll see,” he replies with a soft smile.
Once at the tattoo shop, Nik goes to the artist and sits in a small room. The chair appears like something out of a doctor’s office, although he seems completely at ease. I sit on the opposite side of the room without a clear view of him since the man is in the way, and Nik doesn’t even flinch like me when the buzzing starts. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised by the number of tattoos he has.
The buzzing in the room is loud yet only lasts five minutes, and by the time the artist is turning around I leap out of my chair to see. He tattooed my initial on his ring finger, right below where his wedding band is supposed to be. A ‘C’ in some old English font is on his finger, a representation of me.
Tears spring to my eyes and I take a step back. No one has ever done anything like this before. Surely he wouldn’t do this if he didn’t love me, right?
“What’s wrong,solnyshko?” He whispers, grabbing my wrist and pulling me gently toward his spread legs. The artist gives us privacy, disappearing from the room.
“Why did you do that?” More tears fall down my face, and I can’t control them. I can’t control myself. I think I’m emotionally dependent on this man, and I hate it. I hate showing weakness; he makes me like this at every turn.
“Because you’re mine, and I want everyone to know.”
So he’s claiming me in front of everyone… Nowthatmakes more sense than whatever I thought this was. “Oh.” That’s all I say, and he narrows his eyes on me.
“Oh?” he echoes. “Is there a problem with that?”
“No… I just thought—” I breathe in deeply. “Never mind what I thought.”
Nik brushes a strand of hair away from my face and tucks it behind my ear. The gentleness of his fingers makes me want to sob all over again, and I look away.
Strong fingers grip my chin hard and turn my face back toward him. “What, Camilla? What did you think?”
“That you cared,” I whisper, barely audible. “About us.”
He tilts his head to the side, and suddenly, I want to bury myself alive just to get away from his scrutiny. “Do you want me to?” I look away again. “I swear to God, Camilla, if you look away from me one more time, I will spank your ass until you cry. Right here in this tattoo shop.”
My eyes snap back to his. “I do.”
Nik grabs the back of my neck and pulls me toward him, sealing our lips together, then thrusting his tongue into my mouth. He pulls away first. “I already do.”
My heart flutters, my entire body does, and my hands shake as I cup his face. “I love you.”
“I—”
“Hey, man,” the tattoo artist interrupts. “Everything good? I have an appointment in two minutes.”
“Yeah,” Nik says, then frowns at me. “Yeah.”
And just like that, he gets up from the chair and walks away from me, leaving my splattered heart on the floor.
* * *
I never thought it would be awkward to call my friends and tell them to meet me at the restaurant Nik reserved for us, but they had questions I couldn’t answer. Such as:
