Page 22 of Savage King
“Fuck, you’re good,” he murmurs, his breath on my neck. “I like the vintage look. Can you make it look 3D like that?”
I simply lift a brow and look up at him, and he holds his hands up in surrender.
“I don’t tell you how to run your fight club.”
“What fight club?” His smile is wide, and his eyes dare me to elaborate.
I simply shake my head and put the finishing touches on the piece.
“Have a look. Is there anything you want to change?”
He takes the pad from me, and his brow creases as he takes it in. “No, it’s perfect.”
“Excellent. Let’s get started.”
How am I going to touch him for the next hour or more and not want him?
He has a seat on my table, and I get to work setting up the machine and needles, sanitizing as I go.
Mateo lifts his arm and lies back, and I shave the area, then wipe it clean, anddamn it.
My core is already humming. It’s like my whole body is now addicted to him after just one night together.
I want him.
And when I glance up, he’s watching me with warmth in his brown eyes.
“You don’t seem mad,” I say softly.
He lifts a brow. “What do I have to be mad about?”
I willnotbe admitting to drugging him right out the gate. “I wasn’t there when you woke up this morning.”
“True.” He nods slowly, watching as I choose the ink. “And there’s the whole roofie thing.”
I pause for a heartbeat, and then keep working, not looking him in the face.
“At least you didn’t rob me blind.”
Scowling, I do meet his gaze now. “I’m not a fucking thief.”
“Good to know.” He smirks. “How long have you been doing this?”
“I’ve never drugged someone before.”
He chuckles and points to my machine.
“Tattooing, Savage.”
I blink at the shift in topic and set the stencil on his side. “About seven years. Go look in the mirror and make sure this is where you want it.”
“It’s fine.”
He doesn’t even look down.
“I’m serious, Mateo, please make sure I’ve placed it right. I can’t erase it and start over after I’ve started.”
“I said it’s fine. I trust you.”
