Tattooed Wife Novels & Stories

Edward’s wife was not a woman a man like me should allow into his thoughts. Wanting her wasn’t foolish. It was treason. I excused myself under the pretense of taking a call, murmuring a polite apology as I stepped away from the group. No one questioned it. Men like me were always needed elsewhere, always managing something unseen. I didn’t go far. Instead, I moved closer to her, my steps casual, indirect—perfectly reasonable. The kind of movement no one would question. Our shoulders brushed. It was accidental. It had to be.

She couldn't shake the feeling that her life was a lie, that she was trapped in a marriage that was suffocating her. As the evening drew to a close, Julian took Rory's hand and led her out of the ballroom. "I'm so proud of you, Rory," he said, his voice low and husky. "You're always so poised and elegant. You're the perfect wife." Rory felt a surge of resentment at his words. Perfect wife? Was that all she was to him? A trophy to be displayed and admired? But she pushed the feelings aside and smiled up at Julian. "Thank you, darling," she said, her voice dripping with sweetness. "You're always so charming and handsome. You're the perfect husband."

But unlike the other guy that only had tattoos on his hands, this guy was all tatted up. He even had tattoos on his face. In fact, every visible inch of skin displayed striking and beautiful ink. He looked scary and beautiful at the same time. “Lorena, this is Dimitri Seveasytan and his wife Eleanor They live in New Orleans.” Ah, another mobster! I should have known. “And Nico he is Eleanor’s brother.” I frowned. So they are family The tattooed guy growled, and instinctively, I took a step backwards, right into the hard, marble chest of my husband.

I leave, ignoring him. Flashing money only irritates my wife, she made that very clear when I tried to compensate for my absence by showering her with diamonds and money. On our way to the hotel, I take the opportunity to stalk my wife, and I must say this is more fun than the first time I did it. She was a prime and proper mafia princess with a mild social media presence but now? This new life she's faked for herself is something no one would imagine her doing, she even has an adult site in her social media bios. There are multiple pictures of what my sister likes to call thirst traps. I notice a butterfly tattoo on her left shoulder, the wings of the butterfly look town on one end, leaving

“After what happened to Anya, you are doing the same with other women and children? Where’s the difference, Alexei? Why are you even doing this? For money? There’s plenty of ways to make money, you don’t have to do this—“ I spat not caring what he might do to me. What could he do after all? Punish me? Slap me? Beat me? Kill me? I was already dying inside, it was only for the best if he killed me too. “Don’t poke your nose in my business, любовь.” His voice was deeper, more dark less subtle. “Just because I am being nice doesn’t mean I trust you, or you have any right to lay your opinions in front of me.” He motioned to the band on my finger. “You’re my wife.” I scoffed taking off the ring in

The tattoo artist emphasised the last few words. I stole a glance at my wife and saw her cheeks red. It made her prettier. Breathtaking. “I can't promise that, man. Have you seen her? A work of art.” I answered.

The man rushed into his portfolio and brought out a set of drawings. He arranged them neatly to Nathan who glanced through them briefly. "So are you going to be the designer?" Nathan watched the man adjust in tie like he was under huge pressure. "Me and my wife." Mr Rodriguez chipped in, his face turning red. Nathan looked at his left fingers and noticed the golden band shining slightly thanks to the influence of the lights. He hadn't noticed that before. His mother's words came to mind. How she wanted to trap him while he was still so young.

Wife gets a tattoo and more. Enjoy.. ********** My wife Tabi and I were talking about girls getting tattoos. She was saying how she didn't think she would want something permanent. She was certain that she didn't want anything permanent that someone could see. I personally think tiny tattoos strategically placed are cute and sexy on petite girls. She agreed but not certain she wants to take the chance of changing her mind later. She also wasn't sure she wanted a tattoo artist drawing the tattoo on her body in a place that wouldn't be seen even when she is wearing a bikini.

Moments later, his warm release spilled over my chest. I look at my Arab husband’s toned body and the small tattoo of a triangle with spheres at each corner, representing the three of us, and inside it, four smaller spheres representing our children. He got the tattoo as soon as Mahjub was born, right before we had to return to Brazil. "It's my turn now," Bruno says, stepping out from behind me and positioning himself in front of me. I run my hand over my breasts, wiping away Hassan’s streams. Smiling, I stick out my tongue and approach the erection of my first husband. I feel Hassan grab my hair and position himself exactly where Bruno had just been.

“Don’t get your panties in a twist. She wouldn’t have felt a thing. See this here tattoo? This symbol blocks the mate bond. It allows me to live my life the way I see fit. Besides I needed that just as you did” “No. I didn’t need anything. I…” “Oh please. You and your sister rocked up here all tooty snooty. Your no fucking better than the rest of us. Fucking me just fucking grounded your uptight ass” “Who’s your wife?” “Sara” “You are fucking joking. Well, she isn’t going to help me now is she. Does she know her husband is a sleaze ball?” I went to say more when the back of Todd’s hand connected with my cheek, the force knocking me to the ground.