“Now you’re gonna sit still, let me finish this tattoo while my cum leaks out of you.”
She groans softly.
I slowly slide out of her and a thick line of my release follows, spilling from between her thighs and sliding down the inside of her leg.
I watch it for a second.
Then I smack her ass once more.
“Okay,” I reach for the wipes beside the machine, “sit back down.”
I nod toward the chair.
“You still have hours left.”
The tattoo still isn’t finished.
And I always finish my work.
Chapter 80
Brooke
The machine finally goes quiet.
For six hours the needle has carved through my skin, through scar tissue and memory, tracing lines across my back that burn with a deep, pulsing heat. Now the only sound left in the room is the faint bass of the playlist and the steady rhythm of Seth cleaning his tools.
He sets the tattoo machine down with careful precision and peels off his gloves. His eyes stay on my back.
“You good?”
My throat feels dry. “Yeah.”
My muscles tremble when I shift. The pain is not as sharp anymore.
Seth steps closer, his hand hovering near my waist before finally resting there.
“Don’t twist too fast.”
“I know.”
He helps me stand. My knees feel weak from sitting so long while he worked.
He guides me toward the mirror on the far wall of the bedroom. The heat from the lamps has fogged the glass.
Seth wipes it clean with his forearm.
I look up.
The skull stares back at me from my reflection.
It is solid black, its hollow eyes deep and dark. Roses surround it, heavy petals layered around bone. Vines and thorns curl through the design, threading through my scars instead of hiding them. The tattoo stretches from my shoulder blades to the base of my spine.
My past is still there. It is just no longer the only thing people will see.
“I love it,” I say quietly.
Seth’s mouth lifts slightly. “It looks good on you.”
