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“What? Why? What are you doing?” I asked, unable to hide the panic in my voice

“Because, Pup, it will be very hard to do this fucking tattoo with your shirt on So, take the godda, but his tone hinted at a softness that wasn’t there when I’d first met him

“I already told you I can’t,” I said “You just don’t get it I may want one, but I just can’t I’ve told you this” Then, another thought crossed my mind

He wouldn’t tattoo ainst my will, would he?

King stood fro look in his eyes He pushed hs He rested his forehead against esture that was both intimate and new

“How many times do I need to tell you? You need to learn to do what you are told, Pup,” he growled, his cool breath floating across the skin on my cheek and neck

In one fluid movement, he yanked my tank top over my head and tossed it onto his toolbox “You’re ain yourto befor you? You’re still o back to your old life, just know that no matter who you are with, every inch of this beautiful body of yours will always belong to me”

Braless and feeling very exposed in every way, I made a move to cover my breasts with my hand I looked down to the floor to avoid eye contact I could feel his gaze on my body The hair on my arms stood on end My nipples hardened

King’s lips curled upward in a wicked smile He leaned back intotheaze He blew out a long-held breath His tongue darted out, licking his botto it into his mouth After what seehtly chuckled

“This isn’t aboutto himself rather than to me “Lay on your stoloves

“You can’t I can’t,” I argued

He sat down on his stool and rolled it toward ht?”