Heat Ink Sans Sin Novels & Stories

His gorgeous woman. And for the first time in his life, Xaver wished he had his sister's seemingly occultic ability to poison impeccable white canvas with magic created with a splash of paint and the amorous strokes of a brush. He'd paint Sreya just like this. With the golden halo cloaking her hair and shoulders and her body immersed in a sea of deep royal blue silk.

This story contains explicit content please read if you are above 18. ************************************************** Ava All Men suck. If not that i like dick so much, I would give up on them. Who the hell knocks up their fiancée’s best friend? Who the hell fucks their own best friend’s fiancée? Where’s the damn girl code?

So when my best friend told me her tattoo shop was running a discount, I jumped at it. Lena: Girl, 40% off today only. My boss is running it. Come get that ass ink you’ve been talking about. Private room and everything. I was already out the door before I could talk myself out of it. Ink & Sin was tucked into a dimly lit corner of the city, the kind of place that screamed trouble in the best way. Blacked-out windows, blood-red neon sign, and the low thump of heavy music vibrating through the walls. My heart hammered as I pushed open the door. The scent of antiseptic, leather, and something darker, maybe testosterone, hit me instantly.

“Thank you. I’ll make sure he gets it back.” The moment her fingers brushed mine as she handed it over, despite being re-washed countless times as I had demanded, his scent still hit me—rich amber, leather, and something darker, masculine, unmistakably him. Heat flooded between my thighs instantly. My pussy clenched hard, a sudden rush of wetness soaking my panties. I pressed my legs together under the sheets, nodding quickly until the maid left and closed the door behind her.

“Give it up for Jade, fellas. She’s staying up here for the next rotation who’s buying the next ride?” Three men moved at once. First was a tall, lean guy in his late 20s tattooed arms, backwards cap, clearly a regular. Second was older, stocky, salt-and-pepper beard, wedding ring glinting as he tossed a fat stack of hundreds onto the stage. Third was built like a linebacker shaved head, thick neck, sleeves stretched tight over biceps. Each dropped at least five grand in crisp bills, letting it rain over Jade’s naked body. No words needed. This was Velvet Sin.

The sight left her completely stunned, her mind going blank for a moment as reality settled in. Without thinking, she stepped closer. Her fingers trembled as she raised her hand toward his chest. She hesitated just inches away, but then she pressed her palm over the inked letters. It was real. Warm skin beneath her touch, raised lines of the tattoo that had clearly healed years ago.

He was so annoyed that he didn't even scent what was in the glass. "I did. I don't like it, it tastes like copper and metallic," She made an eww face. Kevin's brows shot up. "You're f*cking insane, Angela. We are not vampires, why would you even want to taste it? That's bloody gross," He exaggerated.

“No.” The single word landed like a slap. He shrugged off his coat, tossing it carelessly over a leather chair, then rolled up his sleeves with unhurried precision. Intricate tattoos crawled over his muscular forearms—thorned roses, blades, elegant Latin script. Mafia ink. I’d watched enough documentaries to recognize the warning signs.

Nelson stayed glued behind me, his hand possessively gripping my hip, that smug smirk on his face I wanted to slap off. “Jameson…” I started, but the words got caught in my throat. My skin burned under his intense stare. I watched the way his Adams apple bobbed as his gaze moved slowly over my heaving breast, my tits, then between my legs where Nelson's cum was visible sticking to my thighs. “Like what you see brother?” Nelson taunted as his hand stayed possessively on my hip, while I stared at Jameson who was staring at me, no, staring at the tattoo.

He stops tapping, his hand finds her hair again, and grabs it in a bunch. “Didn't know I turned you on this much.” She spits on his cock, smoothly traps it beneath her fingers, and rubs it all over his length. He hisses through clenched teeth, lets go of her hair to hold the hem of his shirt. “You should look in the mirror, sweetie.” He raises his shirt, exposing his fine abs. His skin is smooth, glistening caramel, like chocolate dipped in syrup. “You don't give us the option to be saints.” With his chin, he pins his shirt to his chest, and cups her small face in his palm. “You must love making a man sin.”