“Shut up so I can fuck you…and show you how much I love you.” “Shut up,” I said again, and she closed her mouth. Now, keep that pretty mouth of yours shut while I fuck you.” She closed her eyes, and her head fell back. “Shut the fuck up!” I demanded, thrusting hard to get her attention. “Oh my god, I have that word vomit thing. I froze when I heard the words, and when I did, her eyes flung open. “Yes, I love it!” she said as I thrust up into her, hard. “You love it?” I asked, needing to hear her say it again. I’d been hard for three hours, the entire time I’d been working on her, and couldn’t wait any longer. “I love it,” she panted, wrapping her legs around me, drawing me close. “You like it?” I asked, pushing her panties down her legs. I took the mirror from her hand and lifted her up onto the counter. My dick wasn’t partial to which kind of tears he liked.

Although her sad tears evoked the same response. Her tears of happiness made my dick twitch. Little cheeky ones where her ass hung out of the bottoms. She stood there staring at the hand mirror in just her panties.

She’d stopped being my possession a while ago, a lot longer before I cared to admit, but I still felt the need to mark her as mine. I would tell her eventually of course, but I wanted it to be my secret for a while. In order to see it you had to tilt your head or otherwise you wouldn’t notice it. So hidden in the vine work under the quote I found that I thought was perfect for her, was my name. I was an asshole for tattooing her in the first place.īut I couldn’t help myself. “What?” I asked in a panic, hoping she didn’t already see what I’d hidden in the tattoo. When she held up the hand mirror, she gasped. When I was done, I handed her the hand mirror, and she walked over to the full-sized mirror that hung on the back of the door, like she’d seen dozens of my other clients do before. Marking her perfect, pale skin with a tattoo I’d designed for her made me so fucking hard I had to adjust myself every thirty seconds in order to concentrate on my work. Tattooing Doe was the single most erotic moment of my life. Although originally slated to be a standalone, KING is now a two part series. Warning: This book contains graphic violence, consensual and nonconsensual sex, drug use, abuse, and other taboo subjects and adult subject matter. When they come crashing together, they will have to learn that sometimes in order to hold on, you have to first let go.

Homeless, hungry and desperate enough to steal, Doe has no memories of who she is or where she comes from.Ī notorious career criminal just released from prison, King is someone you don’t want to cross unless you’re prepared to pay him back in blood, sweat, pu$$y or a combination of all three.

King series by tm frazier