Anti Possession Tattoo Novels & Stories

breathless, he was stealing my first kiss “B..let me go.” Day by day, the vision blurred, it seemed that the other guys were standing up and starting to leave this room one by one, leaving only him and me. Why? Isn't this a business talk? I was thinking in fear, his voice continued to play in my ear "why do you dare to think while having intercourse with me?" “T… I don't have one! Please forgive me, I really don't sell my body, I only turmeric, .. if you want, ask another go girl."

His hands moved to her hips, holding her in place as he leaned forward and nipped at her collarbone. "You have no idea what you're getting yourself into," he murmured, his lips tracing a path down her neck. His hands continued their journey, exploring the soft curves of her body, his touch rough and possessive. He nipped and sucked at her skin, leaving little marks as if to claim her as his own. "You're mine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble, his hands gripping her hips tighter. "Mine, and only mine. You understand that, don't you?"

As she unbuttoned his shirt, she noticed the tattoo of a horse on his neck which was mostly concealed by his shirt. "This is one of Christopher Stallion's men," she said. "What?" "Look at him," she said, pointing to the tattoo. "That is impossible," the governor incredulously. "My men are all trusted men." "But he has the tattoo of a horse on his neck. It would interest you to know that Stallion has a similar tattoo, and so does every member of his gang. Do you doubt it? I have a tattoo of a scorpion on my back because I am a Black Scorpion. All the members of the gangs have tattoos on their bodies."

He fucked me right there in the elevator, hard and fast, only pulling out when the doors opened so he could carry me inside the penthouse and continue on the couch. Later, as we lay together with me still full of him, Aiden traced the titanium collar with his finger. “This is only the beginning,” he said softly. “Soon I’ll want more visible marks. A tattoo. Maybe my initials. Something permanent that you’ll carry everywhere.” My heart raced. The possessiveness that had been simmering beneath the surface was now fully awake. And it was growing stronger every single day. I should have been terrified. Instead, I pressed closer to him, clenching around his cock.

"As a rejected mate, you have no right to use any of the pack's resources." I placed all my cards on the table. Marcus looked at me with pity. "Elena, this is too much..." "One more thing," Cora cut him off, pointing at my left forearm. "Get rid of that tattoo." Everyone looked at my arm. There was an intricate wolf's head tattoo there. Aiden had marked me with it himself, a symbol of our mate bond. "Cora, that's enough," Marcus finally snapped. "Why is it enough?" Cora turned to Aiden. "Aiden, do you think a woman you rejected still has the right to wear your mark?"

She reached for her phone, her thumb hovering over the screen before she typed his name. Alexander Nick. His verified I*******m profile appeared instantly. The I*******m page was black and white perfection. Sleek cars, expensive suits, luxury, danger. Every picture radiated power. In one post, he stood beside a private jet with a cold look, captioned: “The world doesn’t wait for weakness.” Jessie stared at it too long. She scrolled again, stopping at a photo of him sitting in a dim room, with his sharp jawline. The comments were filled with admiration. People worshipping him like a god.

It was a testament to his unwavering dedication to all aspects of his physical fitness. One of the most striking features on Logan's left arm was the anchor tattoo, a symbol known to represent strength and stability, perhaps even serving as a connection to his time in the marine. Yet, what made this tattoo particularly intriguing was an unexpected addition. Just below the anchor, a smaller, seemingly incongruous tattoo came into view. This tattoo was a depiction of a little girl holding a toy, a charming but puzzling image etched onto his skin. It seemed to tell a story of its own, one that didn't readily align with the symbolism of the anchor.

Nikolai is a god among men, and I am fortunate to be embraced by his presence. Nikolai’s tattoos are sexy, and I find myself unable to resist tracing them with my finger. The stars inked on both his shoulders catch my attention, making me curious about their meaning. However, it’s the eagle tattooed on his chest that truly captivates me. The majestic bird exudes power and strength, its wings spread wide as if poised for flight. The intricate details of the tattoo come alive on his skin, and I can’t help but admire its beauty. The eagle symbolizes freedom, and in that moment, I feel as if I am soaring alongside it.

It was a black dragon with wings, surrounded by black roses. “You have a weird tattoo,” I commented out of the blue. He lowered his gaze to his forearm. “All members of the Anderson Mafia have this kind of tattoo. It serves as our identification.” I fell silent, staring at it intently. For some unknown reason, that symbol is familiar to me. I tried to dig into my memory to recall where I’d seen that tattoo before, but it only caused my head to ache, prompting me to rub my temples. Cole quickly attended to me.

Then he walks around the car to slide in behind the wheel. "Nice tattoo you got there ... if one above the ass is a tramp stamp, what is that one called". My eyes rest on the drawing that starts between her breasts and spreads out into a beautiful rose under them. She lets her fingers slide down over the tattoo. "It's a 'I'm a bad ass bitch stamp'" "Well the bitch part fits perfectly". I can't stop staring at her fingers caressing her skin. Damn no doubt she has the upper hand right now. My body is almost unable to contain the desire.