PREMISE
Lana has always followed the rules. She’s the good girl, the shy virgin who’s never been touched—until her best friend dares her to step into a tattoo parlor and finally explore something beyond her comfort zone. She’s not sure what she’s looking for… until she meets Silas.Silas Reign doesn’t do sweet. He does dark ink, dirty mouths, and women who know what they want. But when Lana walks into his studio wide-eyed and trembling, he’s caught off guard. There’s something about her. Something sacred. Innocent. Off-limits.And now, he can’t stop thinking about corrupting her.One session becomes two. And when she confesses she’s never even been kissed properly, Silas knows he’s going to be her first—in every possible way. But can a man like him handle a girl like her… or is he about to ruin the only pure thing he’s ever touched?Chapter OneThe DareI stood on the edge of the sidewalk, staring up at the glowing red sign like it might bite mChapter Five Marked by HimWhen I woke up, my thighs ached, and every inch of me was sore in the best way. My skin still smelled like him. Like his come, his sweat, his ink.My panties—whenever I found them again—were likely unsalvageable.Silas was already up, standing by the large studio window with a steaming mug of coffee in one hand and his other arm bent, flexed against the pane as he stared out over the early morning light flooding the city.Still naked. Beautiful. Back and shoulders broad and carved like stone.My body stirred just looking at him.But I also felt… different. Changed.Used? No.Possessed? Maybe.“Morning,” I said, my voice still rough from screaming his name hours ago.He turned slowly.The look in his eyes was deep. Solemn. Intense.Like he was trying to memorize something about me—burn it into his mind before he touched me again.“Come here,” he said.I didn’t bother finding my clothes. I padded a
Chapter Four Again, and RougherI didn’t know how long we laid there, tangled and still trembling, his breath warm against my collarbone. The room was quiet but heavy—like it had witnessed something sacred.But I didn’t feel sacred.I felt wrecked. Used. Claimed. Blissed out of my goddamn mind.And I wanted it again.I shifted beneath him, feeling his cock still buried inside me, softening slightly but not enough. Not with how I clenched around him again—already needy.Silas stirred, lifting his head. His eyes found mine, and the look in them—Possession. Heat. Hunger.He saw me. Not as a sweet little virgin anymore, but as the woman who begged for his cock, took it like she was made for it, and was already aching for more.“Already?” he murmured, brushing his lips over mine. “You insatiable little thing.”I bit my lip, hips rolling. “Didn’t you say you’d ruin me?”His smile turned dangerous.“Get up.”My heart jumped. “What?”
Chapter Three The First Time Silas took my hand. It was a simple gesture—no chains, no commands—but somehow it felt like surrender. Or maybe something worse. Need. He led me from the ink-stained studio, through a nondescript door in the back wall. No sign. No warning. Just heavy black wood and a soundproof seal. Inside, the room looked nothing like the rest of the shop. The floor was hardwood, aged and scuffed with long-forgotten scratches. There was a wide black couch near the wall, a leather ottoman, and a large mirror that spanned the full height of the opposite wall. The only light came from an industrial lamp overhead—dim and golden, casting shadows that flickered like secrets. Silas closed the door behind us with a soft click. His eyes never left me. “You can say stop anytime,” he said. I nodded, breath shaky. “But if you don’t…” He stepped closer, his voice
Chapter Two After the Needle I didn’t want him to stop touching me. The buzz of the tattoo machine had long faded, and yet my skin still felt electric. Behind my ear, where the ink had been laid, pulsed like a hidden secret—hot and aching in the best way. Silas wiped gently over the spot, his gloved fingers slow and almost reverent. “There,” he said, voice lower than before. “It’s done.” I swallowed, suddenly aware of the wet heat between my legs, the tight grip I had on the armrest. I couldn’t even look at him. If I did, I might say something I couldn’t take back. Or worse—do something I couldn’t undo. He peeled the gloves off and tossed them aside, moving around me with calm, controlled precision. He was composed. Cool. Not flustered at all by how flustered I was. He probably saw this kind of reaction all the time—girls coming in thinking they wanted a little rebellion and leaving with their
PREMISELana has always followed the rules. She’s the good girl, the shy virgin who’s never been touched—until her best friend dares her to step into a tattoo parlor and finally explore something beyond her comfort zone. She’s not sure what she’s looking for… until she meets Silas.Silas Reign doesn’t do sweet. He does dark ink, dirty mouths, and women who know what they want. But when Lana walks into his studio wide-eyed and trembling, he’s caught off guard. There’s something about her. Something sacred. Innocent. Off-limits.And now, he can’t stop thinking about corrupting her.One session becomes two. And when she confesses she’s never even been kissed properly, Silas knows he’s going to be her first—in every possible way. But can a man like him handle a girl like her… or is he about to ruin the only pure thing he’s ever touched?Chapter One The DareI stood on the edge of the sidewalk, staring up at the glowing red sign like it might bite m
Chapter Nine Keep the Uniform OnThe third time I came on his cock that morning, I realized I wasn't done with him.Not even close."You're insatiable," Reed groaned as he pulled out, his cock slick and still half-hard.I rolled onto my back, legs trembling and soaked, body covered in the evidence of everything he'd done to me since sunrise."And you're the reason why," I murmured, licking my lips as I stared at him-his strong jaw, the faint scruff on his chin, his flushed chest rising and falling as he caught his breath.He stood up from the bed, bare and still dangerous, muscles taut and veined."You need a shower," he said, dragging a finger through the mess between my legs. "Or maybe you need another mess."I reached for him. "Don't you fucking dare clean up yet."He stopped.The hunger in his eyes came back full force, darker now.I sat up slowly, deliberately. "Put the