All Chapters of Divorced and Falling for the Tattoo Master: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

~ SIENNA ~Oh. My. God.Oh. My. God.OH. MY. GOD! Why was this man so cunning? And why did I keep falling for his tricks every single time? “I’m guessing you’re the gym trainer who’s ‘great with beginners’?” I asked. “You’re so smart, babygirl.” I lowered my head, pressing my thumb and index finger to my temples as if I could physically hold my skull together. It felt like it was splitting. “You could have just mentioned it,” I mumbled defeatedly. “Would you have followed me home for a workout session if I had asked you to?”“No.”“Exactly.”My fingers tightened around my temples as I forced myself to take long, deep breaths, trying to calm down. It didn’t work. There was nothing calming about the fact that Gavin was always manipulating me into his desires. It was the exact opposite of my new resolution to live for myself and do only the things I wanted to do. But of course, he was too selfish to care about how his actions affected anyone but himself. When I raised my head ag

~ SIENNA ~ The air hit me first — thick with the smell of leather and something metallic. There were no windows, creating an illusion of nighttime even though it was early afternoon. I found the light switch on the left wall, two scones flooding the space with a deep red light when I flipped it on. I could feel Gavin’s eyes boring into my back as I walked further in. My brain begged me to turn back but my heart forced my feet forward, even though it was beating faster than a turbine at full throttle. I looked from the chains dangling from hooks in the ceiling to the shelves along one wall sampling whips — some thin and braided, others broad like belts, each promising a different kind of pain. Cuffs lined another section, also in variety. There were ropes hung from hooks, coiled in neat bundles, and a massive four-poster steel framed bed at the end wall divided the room into two seemingly equal parts. I glanced back to see Gavin still standing in the doorway and just as I ima

~ SIENNA ~Really? This douche was going to make this even more humiliating than it already was for me. I matched his speed. “I thought it was obvious. First time?”Gavin roared in laughter. “No, babygirl,” he said, amusement still lingering in his voice. “I simply prefer clarity. I hate being caught unawares.”Lies. He just wanted to hear me say it. Why settle for me only stroking his díck when I could stroke his ego first? He released his hold on my hair, his fingers slipping away almost reluctantly. “So tell me, what is it you want to do?”I let go of him and sat on my legs, chin connecting with my chest as I mourned my pride. “I want to… t—taste it.”“Taste what?”Wow. “Your díck.”“Taste… so like a quick lick?” He took a step forward, leaving his tight balls just a few inches from my flushed face. “If you say that’s what you want to do, then that’s only what you get to do.”A quiet sigh left my lips. I didn’t know men could be such teases. I thought that was supposed to be a

~ SIENNA ~ Finally at the pedestrian gate, Gavin pressed a button on the post. Before the gate could fully slide open, the man barged in, nearly tripping from the force with which he had been shoving it. The first thing that struck me was that he was here for a fight. Not just because he was panting like someone who just got out of one, but because he had a large metal baseball bat in his grip. The second was his fashion style. It was… unique. He looked like all the major designer brands were holding an impromptu meeting on his body. Third was the stench of alcohol. I was standing a few feet away from him, yet it still hit me — pungent and nearly nauseating. Instinctively, I slipped behind a tall, broad-leaved plant thriving in a flowerpot on the porch, effectively hiding myself from the angry stranger but also from Gavin who didn’t know I had followed him. “Gavin Kessler,” the man slurred, a wide grin spreading across his face. “I’ve been trying to reach you, but you’ve never

~ SIENNA ~Lennon struggled to his feet, swaying like he was standing on a sphere. They had a stare down. Both of them ruffled. Both of them panting. Only one of them looking incredibly sexy while at it. “Lennon,” Gavin started, his tone measured but edged, “I’ve made a habit of keeping out of your way. I suggest you return the courtesy.”“Oh, that was easier when I had a job.” He tapped his chin, as if weighing the thought, though the glint in his eyes betrayed him. “Maybe I’ll drop by your little tattoo shop next, instead of bothering you at home.”“You disturb my business, that’s when I kill you,” Gavin whispered, his expression — or lack of it — so cold, it sent chills down my spine. The effect was obviously not the same for Lennon. He cocked his head arrogantly. “Like you killed your mother?”Those words knocked the air clean out of me. Todd must have noticed my knees buckling because his hand clamped onto my shoulder to steady me. My heart pounded wildly, way louder than the