Forbidden Fruit Tattoo Novels & Stories

“Right there. Your name and music notes on either side. Maybe some little butterflies.” “Are you serious, Reb? That’s permanent, you know.” “I know. You don’t want me to?” She traced a tattoo on his forearm with one finger. It showed a dagger through a skull. It was a beautiful piece of art, but masculine. “Would you rather I get one that matches yours?” “I would love my name permanently etched on your sexy little back. I could stare at it while…” He lifted her shirt and took a peek at the area in question. “Damn…” he said breathlessly and gave himself a little shake. “Yeah, okay. Let’s go.”

But now I became hesitant even though I was excited in the forest. Seeing my hesitation, Evelyn sucked on my waist. "Step up; Alpha is waiting for you." Done, she pulled up her sleeve to reveal a tattoo. "My tattoo is here." This is the first time I've seen it at such a close distance. It's a very delicate tattoo. The symbol of the Black Moon, surrounded by a black moon, in the center is an image of a mighty black wolf sitting with its back to the moon. It's haughtily, as soon as I saw it, I loved it.

And it would take days for someone to find me. “Uh.” I cleared my throat, my eyes still stuck to his rippling muscles, as my lungs are running out of air. Like a puppet, I looked at his arm. My gaze hooked on to something that wasn’t there before. It was a tattoo, a sentence running along one side of his wrist: Forgiveness is a sin. He looked down at it, and then up at me. I must look like a trapped animal, all wide eyes and panting breaths. A frisson of current flashes across his face as he noticed that the tattoo was what caught my attention.

_________ 𝑭𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 Serge was pinned down on the cold ground with Alice on top of him, pointing her gun at his temple. "You really shouldn't be so trusting," she sneered in his face. "The world is a dangerous place." If it wasn’t for her tattoo that represented the Colleti family, he never would have guessed she was the daughter of the mafia leader. "We are all evil, and we made this world our own hell," Serge replied with a chuckle. He was taken aback when she pressed the pistol against his head harder.

he revealed his little secret, more detailed, then corrected it slowly, "The only one girl...that I can touch in my life." His words hung in the air between them, heavy and complicated. Izzy didn’t know what to say or what to think. Did she hear him correctly??? He cannot touch any girl!! Except her?? So was that all true!! He can't touch a woman! Except for her!! How is that even possible? And why?? She repeated it in her mind recalling everything that had happened earlier in the past.

She says in a hoarse voice filled with lust and I give it to her. This time, I place the whole strawberry by her mouth so she may take a bite. When she does, I watch her lips form a tight seal around it and it instantly makes my cock jerk to the right. Feeling him swell at the mere thought of her lips around the strawberry, brings images to my head of her swallowing him whole.

Zach laughed darkly and slammed into me harder, leaning down to suck greedily on my tits. “We both know Tess is out there right now getting fucked by some random guy,” he growled, biting my nipple. “And I don’t give a fuck. I want to fuck and breed you. I’m going to pump this fertile little pussy full of my cum until you’re marked as mine. No one else will ever fuck you like this again. You belong to me now.” He fucked me deep and possessive, sucking and biting my breasts while thrusting hard. His dirty words pushed me closer and closer again.

“That’s so weird, because-” Through grinding teeth, I blurt out, “girls usually get star tattoos,” my eyes shift past Lyra, “right Eden?” She stutters out her words, unsure of what to do, “yeah…oh definitely. I have a star tattoo,” she flashes them the inside of her wrist where there’s a star along with a music note and an apple core. It symbolizes our friendship. Obviously I’m the star, Lyra is the music note and Eden, well…the garden of Eden and the forbidden apple.

I take the pastry, unable to take a bite. The taste of forbidden fruit remains lodged in my throat. And I know it will never leave me. ---

“Something exclusive.” “Exclusive? Sure. I’ll have him recommend some.” Soon a batch of designs came through. Forrest introduced them seriously. “Demon tattoo, also called a slave mark. Usually on the lower abdomen. You know what it means. But people who get this are usually women…” Forrest turned his head and saw Lorenzo studying the designs with full focus. A chill ran down his spine. “Bro, you are not thinking of doing this, right?” Lorenzo stubbed out his cigarette and said calmly, “She said she wanted to leave her exclusive mark on me.”