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"We need to do something fun. Something that screams 'fuck the world.'" So I'd let her talk me into getting my cartilage pierced. A tiny silver hoop that barely showed unless you knew to look for it. Maya had one too, matching on the other ear. Our "fuck you" to the universe that was trying to destroy us. How the hell had Ares noticed something so small? His fingers lingered on the piercing for just a moment, tracing the delicate silver with careful precision. Like he was memorizing the feel of it. "Interesting," he said softly, his voice carrying an edge of something I couldn't identify. Not quite approval, but close. "I like it."

“Naomi no secrets, no lies. If I find out you’re hiding things from me, there will be consequences, Do I make myself clear?” “Yes, Mom,” Naomi whispered, biting her lip. Lydia stepped closer, her gaze unwavering. “Naomi, listen to me carefully. Proverbs 12:22 says, ‘Lying lips are an abomination to the Lord, but those who act faithfully are His delight.’ You understand what that means?” Naomi swallowed, her cheeks warming. “Yes, it means lying is wrong.”

“You don’t like it?” “No, I do. This suits you.” My eyes dropped to his ears and then, his lips. “i just think you would look a lot hotter with piercings.” My words settled in the car. Missy let out a grumble and excused herself, eyes still glued to her phone. I waited for Kaden’s response. “You would like piercings on me?” The idea sounded strange to me as well as I thought I preferred the image of a clean guy but now that I had seen it, I could no longer shake it off.

I said coyly. “Good?” Klaus murmured, brows curving, contesting. His fingers descended utterly slow on my neck until he could trace the words permanently inked on my upper right chest. ‘But later you will understand.’ — John 13:7. I hummed, clenching my legs tight. His fingers descended a tad lower, now circling my still sensitive nipple. His touch teases my senses to life, reminding me of the pleasure and pain he could give all at once.

Jaxon chuckled and pulled her impossibly closer to him. “You could always get one when you choose to though I would not be pleased with another person marking your skin.” “Stupid Neanderthal, it isn’t any type of possessive marking.” She said with a small laugh. “and anyway, I can’t get one because my moth—” she stopped midway and memories of her mother telling her that she should never come back with wild piercings and tattoos or else she would be well acquainted with the front porch and dumpster.

Anyway, I flinched, and was ordered to get undressed, and though I wasn't confined to the bed I couldn't do anything. "Why don't I go get my things from dad's today then?" "Because, I don't want you bending and lifting things just yet..." "I read about piercings online, and people said that it was quite alright to go on as usual..." He just turned and gave me this look that I clearly read as his signature 'the fuck I care?', so I closed my lips up tight.

But she knew the plan was to have a ceremony of cleansing tonight and wasn't sure what the purpose of this was. "Yes," he said, standing up, "you will explain how starting now, since she is eighteen, this will be a house of nudity. There is no shame in the naked body. But like the virgin daughter of Babylon, you will explain it to her by washing her this morning to start the process." "Oh," Lilly nodded, knowing exactly what scripture he was talking about although quite sure he was using it way out of context. That said, using the Bible out of context was something ministers, preachers and lawyers did all the time.

Holy fuck, this woman sucked at warnings. Cora licked her lips, sucking the bottom one between her teeth. I'd seen her do it a thousand times just before I sank my dick into her warm center, though seeing her do it now made me realize she liked the pain. And that was hot as fuck. Until the redhead in front of me tugged on the needles to replace them with barbells. I winced, and from the other seat, Cora laughed at my discomfort. Just before she winked. Fuck, I wanted to take her off that chair and have my way with her. I didn't even care if Johnny and June here watched. "No saliva on the piercings for six weeks or until fully healed." The guy directed his comment toward me.

Thorns sinking into marked flesh like venomous teeth, the man pushed his crown deeper as red fluid leaked through the fresh marks, trickling down the side of a hairless chin. He was naked again. Like he was. Like he'd always been. Like he'd always be. The small book of scriptures, lay in front of him, as always. The worn out edges of the old Bible touching his bare knees. The stained pages showing powerful spiritual words which were going faint from age.

I said. “Oh, that explains it. Can you tell me the piercings you have? I love hearing about piercings so much.” “Sure. Helix, right here,” I said, turning my ear toward him, brushing the cartilage with my finger. “Ear lobe too, obviously. Septum—well I lost the ring, getting a new one soon. “I can’t wait to see you with it. It’s going to look so sexy on you,” he said. “It sure does. I have a nipple piercing too… a Prince Albert piercing.”