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CHAPTER 16
After checking the back door for the third time to make sure it’s secure, (yes, I know I’m OCD, but it’s for very good reasons, sue me), I make my way to the front of the shop to get my things to leave. I’m pooped, it’s been a rollercoaster forty-eight hours. This time last night I was being carried out of here by Mr. TD&I, little did I know at the time he was going to wake-up my freak, the kinky goddess I had no idea I had. I had a feeling he was a freak man, the kind that made my mouth water and my body tremble anywhere and anytime, all I had to do was think of him, remember the things he’d told me, and I was breathing hard and ready to drop to my knees and do anything he commanded. Right now, I wouldn’t mind a little encore of some of that just sex, that wonderfully dirty, say-filthy-things-to-me sex.
Especially after that confrontation with Steve. I tremble just thinking about it, but force myself not to.
I could use a distraction, something to help me forget it.
He did ask me to come over to his shop so we can talk.
I worry my lip debating; do I go? I was so mad when I saw Rock come in with Sasha. I mean, how could he be with someone else when not hours before we’d been swapping bodily fluids. But he captured me, and how he captured me, and put all of my fears to rest.
Then I remember the other guys, Bull, Snake and Gringo. And the things Sasha said they all do.
Together.
Over there.
And how much she loved it.
All of her friends said they were going to get some of that and they asked me if I’ve ever been.
No, I’d never been over there. Sasha has and they said they’re all going. Do I want to?
Rock asked me if it scared me. If the idea of all of them together scared me.
Having sex.
Fucking.
A gang bang.
It did scare me. But in a palm sweating, heart pounding, breath catching, nipple puckering kind of way.
There’d been no one since I ran away from The Club and my dad, the self-proclaimed king there. Even then, it’d been with the men my father chose for me, the ones he wanted. I hated it, I hated it so much. It disgusted and revolted me, made me feel filthy straight to my soul. Since I left I’d been too busy running and hiding and creating a new life for myself. That, and I’d been terrified to let anyone close. It’s a small world and my father is a very powerful man.
But on a day just like any other in the middle of the same old routine, Rock exploded into my life like a Na Palm bomb obliterating anything that stood in his way. The tremors shook me awake and refused to let me go back to sleep, demanding that I sample a little bit of living.
Now that I’ve tasted it, I’m starved for everything.
Rock seems like he’d be very happy to oblige me in my quest.
Who am I trying to kid? Rock’s the reason you’re on this mission.
Why is that so enticing? I should be running the other way, not reaching under the counter for my purse and pulling my keys out to lock the front door of my little coffee shop. Then tugging on the door twenty times to make sure it really is locked before walking to the tattoo parlor next door where four inked men reign. Where Rock might be waiting for me.
Rock.
Mr. Tall, Dark & Inked. The filthiest man I’ve ever met who sets my blood boiling and my whole body quivering. Rock, the man who transforms me from the careful and cautious and independent girl I’ve tried very hard to become, to the girl who asked to be treated like a whore. His whore. To do very bad, very dirty things.
What is wrong with me?
My heart is trying to catapult its way out of my chest as I open the door to the classiest tattoo shop I’ve ever seen, (not that I’ve ever been inside any before, but it’s beautiful). The upscale design is the first thing I notice, with sleek black leather, chrome, and glass in the seating area at the front. The next thing that hits me is the metal music, pulse pounding, not head banging, metal music, that’s all synthesizers and electronics. There’s an energy humming through the air in here. It’s riding on skin and art and flesh and bodies.
Sex.
Lust.
