Page 94 of Where Sinners Repent

But that just will not do.

Sliding closer, I nestle my thigh against his, feeling him stiffen when we touch.

I reach for his arm, heart clenching when I see the burns and scars there. I’m not sure if I’ll ever get over the bottomless rage at seeing them, but for his sake, I swallow my reactions. Just above his ravaged wrists is a small patch of skin without ink.

“Can I draw on you?” I whisper again, glancing up at him.

His eyes are lasered in on where I touch him, muscles stiff under the damaged skin.

He swallows twice before he speaks, his voice rough as sandpaper. “You can do whatever you want to me.”

I suck in a short breath. This man will be the death of me. So fucking sexy.

Tamping down the heat building through my body, I glance down at the skin again.

“What do you want?”

He doesn’t meet my gaze, locked on the spot where we are connected.

“Anything,” he grits through clenched teeth.

If I didn’t know him, I’d think he was in pain.

Anything? Oh boy, he’s going to regret that...

“Okay, well, you can’t watch then,” I murmur, feeling my cheeks heat.

I haven’t been nervous about giving a tattoo like this since my first. My heart pitter-patters and l my hands go clammy.

Still, he doesn’t take his eyes off where I hold him.

Sighing, I push up from the couch, searching through the kitchen, giggling when I see a black tea towel. Perfect.

I move towards him, holding it up, and he finally looks up. His gaze flicks from the tea towel to me, then back again.

“Roxy,” he bites out.

My smile is wicked as I come up behind him. “Please... for me,” I plead, sugary sweet.

Although he tenses, he doesn’t stop me from tying it around his eyes. Having him like this has dirty thoughts coming to mind, but I shake them off and go back to my seat, picking up the gun.

“No cocks,” he mutters.

My movements halt, and my eyes widen. Then I throw my head back and laugh. An easy, carefree laugh that feels so fucking good.

“Kai...” I wheeze, “did you just make a joke?”

From under the tea towel, I see his lips curve, just a fraction, and my heart warms a degree.

Okay, focus, Roxy.

Dipping the needle into the ink, I bite my lip to stifle my laugh. Because the perfect idea just popped into my mind. So I start, my first line permanently altering his skin.

As soon as the needle connects to him, he lets out a small exhale of breath. I continue, half watching the needle, half searching for his reactions.

The steady buzz of the machine vibrates through me, and before long, I fall into the rhythm I’ve missed so much. Every few seconds I wipe away the ink, watching the drawing slowly form.

He fidgets, just a tiny adjustment of where he sits. But it’s enough to draw my attention. His cock is straining against his pants, thick and pressing against the material.