Page 117 of Where Sinners Repent

“Scary,” I purr.

The way his eye twitches makes my lips stretch impossibly wider. Pitch-black eyes dip down to my mouth before sliding back to my eyes.

Without thinking, my hips swivel, searching for him. A soft growl rumbles in his throat.

He leans in until his lips graze my ear. “Are you going to sit here like a good girl, or will I have to tie you to the chair and tape those pretty lips closed?”

I hear a weak squeak, and it takes me a second to realise it came from me. I may be silly, but I’m smart enough to know that he would do just that.

His smirk is victorious.

“That’s what I thought.”

“Wait!” I say. He pauses, a slight line forming between his eyebrows. “If I promise to be quiet, can I tattoo you?”

He stills.

“You can continue all your bogeyman stuff,” I murmur. “It’ll be like I’m not even here. I promise.”

I can’t explain the primal need to mark these men. Now that Kai has one from me, I’ve been dying to put a permanent drawing on Kaleb too. Something that marks him as mine, even though I know he’s not.

“You...” he swallows, easing the knife away from my neck. “You want to tattoo me?”

Rolling my eyes, I nod.

“Yes, I want to tattoo you. I brought everything!”

He stares at the bag tucked beneath my chair with an unreadable expression. It’s almost as if I asked him what the square root of Pi is, and not a simple question. My eyes shoot to where his thumb absently traces the handle of the knife before he slides it shut.

All he gives me is one stiff nod of his head.

My grin breaks free before I can stop it, and I climb off the table ungracefully, rushing to grab my things. I’m practically bouncing on my feet with excitement.

“She just carries that stuff around with her?” Leon mutters.

When I turn over my shoulder to shrug at him, he’s watching us both, not bothering to hide his interest.

“If you’re jealous, I’ll give you one too,” I sing-song, riffling through my things and setting them up on the table.

The cheeky smile on his face lights up as Kaleb stiffly seats himself in the chair beside him. His big body fills the thing sinfully, veined forearms resting on the armrests.

“Where do you want it?”

My eyes scan him up and down. He’s already got so many tattoos, and just like his brother, there isn’t much space for me to sneak my own on there.

He leans back in the chair. “Anywhere.”

I step between his thick thighs with a mischievous grin. “Anywhere?”

All I get is another stiff nod of his head, and I roll my eyes. Impossible men.

I chew on my lip before making my decision. “All right,” I point at him. “Strip off the shirt.”

I swear it isn’t just because I want to see his abs.

When my eyes travel up his powerful torso, I pout. There really isn’t much space at all. Dark skin covered by black ink, everywhere. Even the smattering of hair leading down to his pants and followed by swirls disappearing into his waistband.

He is literally mouthwatering. And the fact that there is another one of him, identical but also so different, is some sort of fever dream.