Page 74 of Please Hate Me

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl,” he purred. “What’s our safe word again?”

The tattoo machine buzzed to life, and my heart raced. I swallowed hard.

“Trust.”

“Good girl.” he repeated.

He placed one hand on my ass and pulled the skin tight. I held my breath as the buzz of the machine picked up again. The sound hung in the air for what felt like an eternity before the needle made contact with my skin. At first, I felt a pinch, but as he continued etching curves and straight lines into my skin, the sensation escalated to a dull burn.

The pain was a feeling I had grown used to after two full sleeves. But I had never gotten a tattoonakedbefore. I could feel Lucian’s face between my thighs, slowly inching closer until the heat of his breath tickled my pussy. I whimpered in response.

“You’re not being loud enough,” he warned.

The buzzing of the machine continued as his latex-coated fingers found my clit. Slowly, deliberately, he circled the center of my pleasure. With each wicked movement, I jerked and panted. Lucian took his time exploring, slipping his fingers in and out of me as he saw fit.

Fuck.I remembered him being good, but he was on a whole new level of sexual prowess.

“I said you’re not being loud enough, fucktoy.”

“You’re not giving me a reason to be loud enough,” I retorted, craning my neck to look back at him.

His eyes were wide, and his jaw was slightly ajar as the buzzing stopped. He ran his tongue over his lips, surely considering how best to punish me for the offense of making eye contact with him.

“Turn around. Press your face into the chair. Don’t look at anything except leather,” he ordered.

I couldn’t hide my smile. Did he really think I’d just listen to him this whole time?

“No, you can’t make me do anything I don’t want to.”

“Mason James Albright. I. Said.Now.”

He placed his tattoo gun on the tray and started toward me. A thrill ran down my chest and into my stomach. His fingers connected with the nape of my neck as he forced me to look forward. Then he kneeled, getting on my level as if he were speaking to a child.

“Remember who you belong to, fucktoy.”

If Lucian didn’t want sass, he shouldn’t keep providing me with opportunities to give it to him.

“I know who I belong to, sir,” I promised.

“Then tell me, nice and slow. I want to savor this.”

I flashed Lucian a smile so sweet it could have caused cavities. In anticipation of my response, he slowly started playing with my hair.

“I… belong… to…” My words came slowly like molasses from a bottle as Lucian motioned for me to continue.

“Sebastian.”

His gaze darkened.

“Try that again.”

I pretended like I was mulling the thought over, complete with lips pursed off to the side.

“I still have his purity ring in my suitcase. I belong to Sebastian.”

I expected Lucian to slap me, and I was looking forward to it. Instead, he stood, not even pulling my hair. He softly rubbed the nape of my neck, causing some of the tension I had been carrying to drop.

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