Novel & Cerita Anti Possession Tattoo

My hips bucked involuntarily, trying to jerk away, but he pressed down harder with his free hand, pinning my thigh to the table. Cristian didn't even look up at first, his face a mask of bored concentration, sweat beading on his forehead under the harsh fluorescent light. The tattoo gun whirred on, dipping into a pot of black ink before plunging back into my skin. “Relax, little bird,” he muttered, his voice low and gravelly, laced with that mocking edge he always had. “I'm just marking my territory. The next bastard who gets his hands on you—or should I say, his cock in you—will know you were mine first. See this? It's my signature, right on your dick. A little reminder that I broke you in.

He got an excellent view of her most intimate assets as she cried out in shock at the change in her position. He could see that the roses on her shoulders went well down her back and her ass displayed a fresh tattoo of a similar floral nature. “No more tattoos unless I’m there to witness them being done. This is mine now, and I don’t like the idea of anyone else touching you.” He could see her start to respond with a retort. “I mean it, there’s no negotiation. I’m not the type of male who shares my possessions easily. So what makes you think I’d share you?”

"And You have to remove this tattoo before all that. Our soldiers wouldn't like their Capo wearing a Bratva tattoo on her hand while ruling them." Aria snatched her hand from his hold. She could see his angry features and could gauge what he was angry about. "I am not removing this tattoo, Leo. This is the diamond of my victory crown. I am going to wear it with pride for my whole life," she said, putting her glass aside and crossing her arms across her chest. "Aria…" Leonus started but Aria stopped him from talking further.

his hand trailed to her belly "That our little angel is okay 'he smiled. Their lips got closer every passing second and soon,he claimed her lips. * * * * "Poppa please don't do stuffs like that again okay !?'Lanie pouted seated next to Antonio. The bullet has already been removed and his arm got placed on a stripper Antonio had to smile out a little. The look of anxiety and worry on her face is second to none "I swear Mel..I won't do stuffs like that again "he replied and she brightened up

“Let’s see how much you actually have.” He unbuttoned his shirt slowly. Not fully. Just enough. Enough to make him run wild. Matteo entered that evening without knocking. He always entered without knocking. Ownership didn’t require permission. He believed. But this time, he stopped two steps inside the room. Jamie was leaning against the desk, sleeves rolled carelessly, collar open just enough to expose the faint line of his collarbone. One ankle crossed over the other. Casual. Waiting. Matteo’s gaze flickered once — quick, involuntary — then returned to Jamie’s face.

"I asked you to touch." My digits were soaked with sweat. The itchiness to trace my fingers on his skin had intensified. I averted my stare from his intimidating one and settled on where we had the Lazza tattoo. It was so huge that it occupied most of his side chest. The isle was well highlighted and the Lazza name was nicely engraved on him. It felt so powerful. He knew he owned so much power by having just a Lazza tattoo. If there was anyone who didn't know the tattoo was probably not born or was living in a world that didn't exist.

"Now you can put your hands wherever you want." I’m in a hurry to take him up on that offer, but my eyes snag on the black ink where there’s never been a tattoo before. Right cheek, exactly where my hand normally lands when I grab him. Capital letters, blocky and clean, with all the subtlety of a road sign, curving along the natural shape of his ass. PROPERTY OF DAX HOLT. Under the words there's a white wolf with amber eyes, head thrown back and howling. He put my wolf on his ass, and it's never coming off.

"He should just mind his own business." Zack snickered at that. That just seemed to annoy me even further. "Are you jealous?" I gave a little snort at that. "I have better things to do than be jealous of him." "I meant him and Carla." He repeated. "Are you jealous of them?" I passed him a glare at that which he just dismissed with other small laugh. "Shut up, Zack." ××××× "There's this someone named as Valtor. It's so odd. I don't know who he is and then I don't even know who my parents signed a contract with-" I blabbered as I talked to Stella on the phone.

Again with his possessiveness. I felt a shiver run down my spine at his possessiveness. I loved when he was being possessive, but this was just a tattoo"Malcolm, that's not—" "No, listen to me," he interrupted, his voice low and soft. "I don't share you with anyone. Not even for a tattoo." Max, the tattoo artist, cleared his throat, sensing the tension. "Uh, maybe I should give you two a minute?" Malcolm's gaze never left mine. "We're done, you can leave.” He dismissed Max.

“So what you’re saying is I need to go to a shop and ask them to tattoo my ass. Great.” Knox’s eyes widen like saucers. “Tattoo your ass?” I nod, dead serious. “Want it to say Property of Little Birdie. Do. Not. Touch.” Glitch throws his head back and howls. “Holy fucking shit, you’re serious. You’re done. Hooked under her finger already.” “Got Ink here, he can do it,” King calls from the corner booth, and I spin to see the Cursed Kings still camped out like they own the lease.