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  Pierced Ink

  Dani René

  The Dirty Bits from Carina Press give you what you want, when you want it. Designed to be read in an hour or two, these sex-filled micro-romances are guaranteed to pack a punch and deliver a happily-ever-after.

  Ava was the only woman to really get me. She broke down the walls I built up and burrowed herself beneath the surface. She became a part of me. There’s no other way to describe her, or us.

  Everything about her drew me in. From her captivating smile to those nipple piercings she used to love me tugging on. Her body is pure perfection—smooth tanned skin covered in ink I gave her, and surface piercings on either hip I loved to tease with my tongue.

  Two years ago, at the height of our love—the height of us—she woke up and packed her stuff into a single small suitcase.

  The next moments passed by in a blur. And then she was gone. No explanation. Nothing but an empty room.

  My world crashed around me and I let it.

  I let her walk out.

  Two years without a word from her—until today. Ava’s back in my shop, on her knees, begging me to mark her once again.

  For those times when size does matter. The Dirty Bits from Carina Press: quick and dirty, just the way we like it.

  This book is approximately 12,000 words

  One-click with confidence. This title is part of the Carina Press Romance Promise: all the romance you’re looking for with an HEA/HFN. It’s a promise!

  Dedication

  For my support team. You know who you are.

  Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  Coming Soon from Dani René

  Chapter One

  Jagger

  “That’s it, you’re done.”

  Straightening, I watch the little blonde shiver as I wipe the excess blood from her unmarred creamy skin and cover it with wrapping. She’s marked now. Inked for life. Only eighteen and a day and she’s already started down the path of rebelliousness. Apparently, her folks are some wealthy assholes who’ve forbidden her to get the tattoo.

  I lift the mirror allowing her to look at the artwork. “It’s so pretty,” she murmurs, stroking the ink on her hip.

  “Glad to be of service, babe.” Rising, I head over to the sink and pull the gloves off. “You’re going to want to keep it clean as it heals. I’ll get you a tub of cream that will help with the itch. Whatever you do, no scratching, it will undo all that hard work.”

  “Sure, and how long will it take to heal?”

  “That little one...probably about two weeks. Once it scabs you’ll forget it’s there. You’ll have some sensitivity on it for a few days though.” Once I’ve washed my hands, I watch her stroke the plastic.

  “How much do I owe you?” She smiles, so pretty and innocent. I wouldn’t mind her paying in more carnal ways, but I’m a professional and that would be out of bounds. Perhaps she’ll want to go for a drink with me. Who am I kidding? I haven’t been on a date in years. After the love of my life walked out, I’ve been on a downward spiral, fucking anything with tits.

  “That’s eighty, babe.” The bell above the door jingles as I tell her the price. She nods, pulling the notes from her purse, handing them to me as we make our way to the front of the store. My assistant, Ryn, glances at the new walk-in.

  “How can I help you?” she asks, but when I turn to the new customer my footsteps halt. The girl standing on the other side of the counter is older, her hair shorter, and her arms are works of art, but it’s her. There’s no mistaking the green eyes that used to pierce me with such passion and desire. Her fierce expression is the one thing that used to turn me on to no end. The woman on the other side of this counter is the one woman I never thought I’d see again. Yet, here she is. In all her beautiful fucking glory.

  Her gaze drags from my assistant to land on me. “Jag,” she murmurs. Her lips are red, not that bright fuck-me red, more like a deep crimson—the color of blood. My thoughts quickly turn to how they’d look wrapped around the base of my dick as she swallows me deep. I know she can take it. She loved taking every inch down that slender throat.

  “Pixie,” I murmur. A smile so slight, I would have missed it if I didn’t know this woman like the back of my hand.

  “It’s Ava, Jag. Don’t start shit,” she retorts and I’m tempted to fuck her right here in front of Ryn and the blonde bombshell I’d just marked.

  “Ryn, take this little lady’s money. I’ll be in the back if you need me.” I turn and make my way to my room without another word to Ava. She’s in here for a reason. I’m not about to let that reason be known to a customer or my employee. This shit between us has been going on for too fucking long. It’s time to end it.

  I head into the back, leaving the door open behind me as I start to clean the equipment I’d just used on the little blonde. The click from behind me tells me Ava’s followed. Alone with the one person who could either break me further, or mend me. Question is, which will she choose?

  My skin prickles with a hunger I’d only ever felt with her. I’d let myself feel and that was my mistake. I’m not about to allow history to repeat itself. Once she’s told me what the hell she’s doing here, I’ll send her on her way because there is no room in my life for someone like this. Like her. As much as I want there to be, I can’t let her back in.

  “What do you want, Pixie?”

  Chapter Two

  Ava

  “Do you like to piss me off, Jag?”

  My retort doesn’t earn me a response. In fact, he doesn’t move. He’s always been an asshole, today being no different. I can’t deal with it when he ignores me, but when he offers me the attention I crave from him, it annoys me. We’re such a fuck up, I don’t know why I came back. No, actually I do. I’m still in love with him. When I ran, I thought I was doing what was best for him. He was trying to straighten his life out and with my past, I couldn’t stay and tarnish that. Now, that’s over, nothing stands in my way any longer and I can really be with him. That is, only if he wants me.

  “Listen, there’s a lot of shit that we’ve had to deal with. I know you—”

  “You don’t know shit, Pixie,” he growls. Jesus, I love when he growls. “You chose to walk out. The day I told you I loved you, you took your shit and left. You walked out while I stood motionless, naked, and torn, watching the only woman who I felt anything close to that emotion for walk out my door. So don’t stand there and tell me—”

  He stops talking when I pull the black tank top up over my head. I’m not wearing a bra. My pierced nipples are hard, needy for his mouth. The ache to feel his beard on my skin is ever present.

  Yes, I walked out. Yes, I’ve fucked up. Now all I’m asking is for a chance to make up for it. To tell him the truth and finally make a life with the man who owns me—heart and soul.

  “What? You forgot what my tits looked like?” Tipping my head, I regard him. The way his hands fist at his sides, the way his jeans bulge is my answer. Yes, he still wants me. But this time, we’re doing it right.

  “I haven’t forgotten what those beautiful tits look like. I’ve also not forgotten how you almost came all over my fucking bench when I pierced your clit.” His voice turns dark with desire. Raspy with need.
I know I’ve got him when he stalks forward. “You want me back?” I nod. “Why?” His hands are on my hips. His hold is painful, gripping me possessively. I need this. I need him.

  “I came here because...” My words taper off. This is harder than I thought. I’ve always been strong, but he breaks down my walls, he seems to burrow his way into the very depths of me. He leaves me exposed and my strength at that thought seems to diminish.

  Fear. I’m scared he’ll leave once I’ve told him, and that stops my words.

  I don’t want to admit it. It’s been two years since I left him, a decision I regret every day. To tell him the truth about why I left is something I’ve had to come to terms with. I knew he’d ask. And I knew I’d refuse to tell him, but if I don’t he’ll push me out the door and I’ll have lost. Again.

  “You’re going to have to talk, Pixie. No words. No action.” His voice is filled with conviction. One thing about Jagger Pierce is that he doesn’t do anything by half measure.

  Nodding, I shove the tiny leather shorts down my legs and step out of them. I’m completely naked. Bare just for him.

  “What are you doing, Ava?” He asks in a tone filled with hunger, rough just like him.

  “Giving you what you want.” I shrug, my words confident as I meet his gaze. Then I hop onto the bed which I know he would have cleaned down, since there’s no cover on and there’s a shimmer from the wipes I know he uses on the black leather. If there’s one thing about Jag, he’s meticulous when it comes to his work.

  So many times I’ve been on this bed while he ate me out till I screamed his name. All the memories swirl together, leaving me panting with need. The hungry gaze he pins me with is fierce, burning me, scorching our past. I hope I can pave our future.

  “And what is it you think I want?”

  The corner of his mouth tips up into a filthy grin. Splaying my thighs, I reach between my legs. My fingers find the slick heat of my pussy and, dipping a finger into my core, I drag it up to my clit, sending a shudder through me. Before I can taunt him any more, he grips my wrist and pulls my hand to his mouth. His dark eyes turn black as he sucks my juices off my finger.

  “You’ve always been a delicious bitch.”

  “And you’ve always been a hungry bastard.”

  That’s all he needed. One swift movement has him shoving his jeans to his knees along with tight black briefs. “Show me you want me. Swallow my dick.” His order comes out dripping with feral hunger. The door isn’t locked, there are customers on the other side of the wall, but I don’t give a fuck. He’s mine and I’m about to show him how much.

  Shoving off the bed, I drop to my knees before him. As I drag my gaze to meet his ferocious one, I fist the nine inches he’s sporting. The small ring that glistens from the tip of his cock has me aching to feel it rubbing against my inner walls. My mouth envelops the crown, flicking my tongue ring over the metal. The deeper he sinks, the more he growls.

  His hands fist my hair, moving my head back and forth. My throat opens, allowing him entry and in turn, my pussy drenches for him. I’m needy and fucking ready. He fucks my mouth, saliva drips from my chin onto my breasts. He’s not gentle, far from it, but it only makes me hotter. I only burn bright for him when he takes what he needs from me.

  But I’ll only allow him so much leeway. My hands grip his thighs as I once again take him deep. His stare tells me everything I need to know. He still needs me as much as I do him. No amount of time can take what we had away. And it’s been far too long. I’ve waited, allowed myself time, but I can’t do it anymore. I want him.

  “Jesus, Pixie. That’s it. Take it all in your throat.”

  Filthy words.

  Dirty deeds.

  It’s all there between us, sending our passion and desire spiraling.

  The room is heavy with dark lust.

  I love when he uses me. He loves to control me.

  And this is no different. My hands reach for his balls, gripping them, holding on to them, needing him to give me everything. Each drop. Every single part of this man is mine, and I’m about to fucking claim him.

  Chapter Three

  Jagger

  Her mouth is still heaven. Her lips are perfectly wrapped around the base of my dick as the tears trickle down her cheeks. She’s so pretty when she’s choking. “Is this what you wanted?” I growl, pulling her off me.

  “Yes,” she responds with a soft giggle filled with mischief. Her gaze glistens with sinful promises.

  “And how am I meant to believe this isn’t just a fuck? You’ve done it before. This time, I’m not falling for it. I’m not letting you in, Ava, but you’re welcome to walk outta here with my come marking you.” Fisting my shaft, I stroke it, aiming for her pretty face.

  She doesn’t answer; instead, she rises, bends over the bed and faces the full-length mirror. Her tits are squashed against the black leather. Her ass sticks out, teasing me. She reaches behind her, opening the pert cheeks of her ass, awarding me with a view of her tight holes. A petite girl, she’s tiny in every respect. Her cunt and ass are no exception.

  “Then fuck me. Use me. Show me how much you hate me. I’m always up for an angry fuck, Jag. When you’re done taking your rage out on me, I want you to tattoo your name on me. A mark of ownership.”

  I don’t know if I can believe her, if I can allow her into my life again, but she knows there’s one thing I can’t deny, and that’s my desire for her. Shaking my head, I grip her arm, tugging her against me. We’re both still bare to each other, as I always am with her. She’s always seen below the ink. Beneath the scars I try to hide.

  Disappointment mars her expression, but when I voice my next question, her gaze brightens into a satisfied smirk. “How about I tattoo you now? I know the pain of the needle always made you wet and needy for me.”

  Her olive-green eyes narrow for a moment, I think she’s about to refuse me, but then she nods. I right my jeans, tucking my hard dick behind the zipper. I need to be inside her, but this is something I’ve wanted to do for too long. Mark her forever. If she actually allows me to go through with it, I’d be surprised.

  She hops onto the bench, sits back, and relaxes against the leather. I know we’re dangerous together. She’s bad for me, and I’m bad for her. My past doesn’t allow for honesty, I’ve learned to keep my secrets hidden, but something about this girl always disarmed me.

  We’re volatile.

  I should have told her to leave. Pushed her away when she strolled through the doorway earlier, but God knows I can’t deny myself any longer. Even if this is a quick fuck here and now, I’ll take it. My body craves her. It’s hungry for a taste. To be satiated and she’s the only one who can do that.

  In the two years I’ve been alone, there hasn’t been a night where my bed’s been empty, but nothing, no other woman has given me what a moment with Ava does.

  “Think you can sit still while we play a little game?”

  “What do you mean?” A worried gaze locks on me. Her question has me chuckling.

  “A little challenge, for us both,” I respond, picking up a pair of rubber gloves and snapping them on. I’m still hard. Ready to fuck her, but I’m in the mood for a game that will send her into orbit.

  “Bring it, Jag,” she quips with a sassy wink. That’s my girl. Never one to stand down from a challenge. And that’s why even after the heartache she caused, I still love her.

  I set up the equipment I’ll need to do the tattoo. Black ink. Needle. Salve. I’m almost ready when I turn to her. “Where do you want it?” There’s so much sex dripping from my words, my tone thick with lust. The blush that darkens her pretty cheeks tells me she knows all too well how I’m feeling.

  Without a word, she splays her thighs. Her finger, tipped with a dark blue fingernail, points to a spot on her inner thigh close to her b
are, glistening little cunt. Her scent fills my senses, my heart arguing that this is a stupid idea, but my cock is overriding everything, yelling at me to just fuck her. But she wanted me to ink her, so that’s what I’m going to do. I dip the needle, then turn it on. The buzz starts and I’m lost in my own mind as I lean in.

  “Ready, Pixie?”

  “Like I said, Jag. Bring it.” And I do. Her fingers keep the skin taut for me as I press down. She’s strong. Not a flinch when it connects to her smooth flesh. With my free hand, I reach for her clit, flicking the tiny jewel adorning it. “What the fuck?” Her shriek must’ve been heard two blocks down, but all she gets from me is a chuckle.

  It’s dangerous. I wouldn’t do this with a client, but I know Ava. She knows how this goes. We’ve done worse. My fingers slip into her cunt, as my right hand signs my name on her inner thigh. She’s soaked. Her juices drip from smooth lips onto my latex-covered fingers.

  Moments later, the buzz stops, but her hips undulate against my hand, fucking my fingers as she takes her pleasure. “Jesus. You’re going to...fuck... Jag...” Her moans are incoherent. Her body pulses, she’s close. Immediately I pull my fingers from her wet pussy. She glares. I chuckle.

  “When you come, it will be when my dick is buried in your tight cunt and my fingers are deep in your pert, little ass,” I vow. Her gaze falters, settling on the tattoo. My name. She’s mine. “You sure that’s what you wanted? Because now I’m going to fuck you, dirty and filthy, just the way you like it.”

  “Well, you better start making good on that promise. And don’t hold back.” Those challenging words fall from her plump lips, earning her a grin. With that, I grip her neck, tugging her to the edge of the bed.

  “Lean back, feet on the edge,” I growl. She obeys, the position lewdly splaying her to my gaze. Once the salve is thick on her tattoo, I snap off the glove on my left hand. Shoving off my jeans, I fist my erection. It’s thick, hard, and fucking angry. “Lift those legs. I want both holes.” Her hands immediately grip her thighs as she lies back, her knees almost at her ears. “So pretty,” I murmur, slapping her clit with my Prince Albert piercing. Again and again, until she’s begging.