30. Hayden

My little liarwants to play games with me? I bet she doesn"t think I"ll do it. My dick is harder than a goal post as I stare down at her spread out on my bed, her pussy wet and ready for me underneath her tiny shorts. As much as I hate her keeping her body from me, I also love that she fights me. And inking her name onto my skin is a small price to pay for lifetime access to Cassidy Bennett—soon to be Vaughn.

Reaching for my phone, I shoot off a quick text to Wraith and he responds almost immediately. Then I toss my phone to the side, ready to have some fun with my little liar before he shows up.

I grin and lean over her again, kissing her neck and sucking on her earlobe. "You want me to tattoo your name on my cock?"

She shivers beneath me, but she doesn"t say anything.

"I"ll do it." I kiss her cheek, the corner of her mouth, the tip of her nose. Then I start to move down her body, kissing and licking and biting her skin as I go. Marking her flesh as mine.

When I reach her pussy, I yank off her shorts and bury my face between her legs, letting my eyes drift over my name etched into her skin. Fuck, that gets me even harder. Her fingers tangle in my hair and she moans as I lick and suck on her clit until she"s thrashing around beneath me. My entire universe narrows down to just the smell of her, the taste of her on my tongue.

The sight of her falling apart for me.

But just as she starts to come, I pull back. Then I do it again and again until she's a dripping, begging mess. My phone buzzes and I wipe off my face as I grab it and check the text. "You want me to tattoo your name on my cock or not, Princess? My guy"s here."

I turn and step into the hall, and she yells from the bed, "Not your dick! It takes too long to heal." A chuckle slips out. Knew she couldn't resist me.

I meet Wraith at the front door, swinging it open and he walks inside like it"s not a big deal to be here at one a.m. about to illegally ink me like he does this shit every day. He probably does. He"s got a black bag in his hand and a scowl on his face. "You ready for this?"

"Yep," I say, leading him into the living room. I drop onto the couch and watch as Wraith unpacks his shit onto the coffee table.

Cassidy appears in the doorway, her eyes wide as she looks between me and Wraith. She"s wearing one of my t-shirts and nothing else and I glare at her bare legs. "You"re serious?"

"You know I am. I don"t fuck around when it comes to you, Princess. Now go get dressed before I have to cut Wraith"s eyes out of his head for seeing you like this."

The man grunts like he"s daring me to try, but I ignore him. Instead, I stare her down until she rolls her eyes and leaves, stomping off like she needs a new print of my palm on her ass.

"Got your hands full with that one, huh?" Wraith says, tipping his head toward the now empty doorway.

"More than you could possibly imagine," I say.

He gets up and walks into the kitchen before slipping into a pair of black latex gloves and sitting back down. I stand up and strip off my button down, then unbuckle my belt. I'm about to flick open the button on my pants when Cassidy walks back into the room. Her eyes sweep over me and then shift to Wraith.

Then she focuses back on me again as she walks up to stand in front of me. "Not on your dick. I have plans for it when you're done," she practically purrs, and I feel myself getting hard as her pupils blow out. I can see her nipples poking out under my t-shirt, for fuck's sake.

"Princess," I warn as she smirks at me, fully aware of what she's doing.

"I think," she says slowly as her fingers drift down the side of my torso to the dip on the side of my abs near my hip, "I want it here."

Wraith cocks a scarred eyebrow at me. I grip Cassidy's fingers before they can go any lower or make me any harder. "You heard her," I tell him, pulling my pants and boxers down to expose my flesh.

"Here," he hands over an iPad in a matte black case he pulled out of his duffle. "I drew these up on the way over. Pick one so we can get this done."

I take it and flip through the options. Cassidy leans over, her hair tickling my arm and the citrus scent of her shampoo fills my lungs while I breathe her in. For a second, I forget what I'm supposed to be doing as I get lost in her, until her finger stabs into the screen and snaps me back to reality. "This one."

Her eyes cut to mine, glimmering with a devious sort of excitement I feel down to my bones. The way she looks at me, the way energy crackles between us like that second after lightning strikes and before thunder shakes the walls, it punches the breath straight out of my chest every time. It seems unnatural to want her this much, but it's so goddamn easy.

Easier than skating.

Maybe she doesn't think I'll do this, or maybe she hopes I'll punish her for making me.

"You heard her," I tell Wraith, grabbing the iPad and handing it back. Cassidy blinks at me, her mouth slightly parted like she wants to say something but doesn't know what. I smirk at her, using the side of my finger to close her mouth. That breaks her out of wherever she went in her mind and her eyes narrow. But Wraith shifts and my attention tears away from her and back to him.

He reaches into his bag and brings out some transfer paper, tracing the image onto it. Cassidy is silent while he does it, watching him, and my jaw clenches. I don't want her attention on him, so I grip her chin and force her to look at me instead. "Don't look at him."

Cassidy rolls her eyes, but she tangles her fingers with mine and the tension in my body relaxes. "I want to watch what he's doing. And your insanity is showing," she says this last part in a whisper, like I give a flying fuck if the illegal fighter on the other side of the room knows how crazy I can be when it comes to her.

"Lay flat," Wraith says, except when he speaks it's more like a grunt. Cassidy moves to give me space, but I hook my hand around her thigh so she can't move and spin myself so my head's in her lap.

I watch her while she watches him prep my skin. I don't give a shit what it looks like as long as she forgives me and lets me inside of her again. I don't even need her forgiveness, not really. But for some reason, I want it. Maybe it's knowing she loves me and wanting to be worthy of that. Who the hell knows?

Or maybe it's just wanting her name on my body the way mine's on hers.

Yeah, that feels right.

Her fingers run absently through my hair like she doesn't know she's doing it but can't help herself, like she needs to touch me.

A wet sort of cold hits the skin between my hip and the lower part of my abs and there's a pressure there while Wraith presses the stencil into my skin. Cassidy's fingers stop moving like she realized what she was doing, tightening in my hair before she lets go. "Do you want to see?"

I shake my head, trying to encourage her to keep going. To run her nails over my scalp. I bite back my smirk when she does. "Nah, as long as you like it that's good enough for me."

"Do it," she tells Wraith, speaking over my head. There's an almost manic kind of satisfaction in her eyes while they bounce between looking upside down at me and watching Wraith.

The buzz of the needle cuts through the air and the familiar pain starts. It doesn't take long before he's wiping me down and wrapping it up. Cassidy's cheeks are flushed. She's breathing harder, and I've spent the last ten minutes running my fingers up the inside of her thigh.

Slow strokes designed to drive her out of her mind. My own punishment for taking her body away from me.

Never. Again.

I sit up and reach for my wallet, blindly grabbing cash and shoving it at Wraith before I tell him to get out.

"Next time you need shit done in the middle of the night, it'll be triple," he grunts before turning towards the door.

I slam the door, out of patience. My dick's hard, my skin itches, and I'm still pissed at my little liar for taunting me with an OnlyFans video without me in it.

When I round the corner back to the living room, she must see the look on my face because her eyes widen and she takes off with a shriek deeper into the house, her wild laughter trailing behind her and filling up all the cold, vacant spots inside of me.

I grin, kicking off my pants so I'm in nothing but my boxers while I stalk her through the rooms, hunting her.

"You"re not getting away from me again, Princess," I call out, knowing she"s close. "Never."

And then I catch her in my arms, squealing and kicking and fighting while I carry her back to my bed where she belongs.

Where she"ll always belong.