Page 27 of Ink

“What the hell?” she demanded. “You have no right. You’re my boss, not my keeper.”

It seemed my woman needed a fucking reminder about who owned her ass.

I reached for her wrist and yanked her towards me. “Shut the fuck up,” I barked when she opened her mouth to argue.

She clamped her mouth closed again, huffing a breath. I pulled her towards the back area. Fer eyed us with a small smirk, but I didn’t have time for her bullshit.

“Get out,” I said. “And lock the shop up behind you.”

She cackled and ignored Xiomara, even as my woman threw her a pleading look. It wasn’t until I heard Fer leave the shop and twist the lock behind her that I shoved Xiomara down onto the leather tattoo chair.

“What the fuck are you doing, Ink?”

I climbed over her, straddling her hips and pinning her down.

“Take off your fucking shirt.”

Her cheeks colored at my command, but she tilted her chin up in an act of defiance. “No,” she said firmly.

“If you don’t, I’ll rip it off of you.”

“Ink, you’re my boss. What the fuck do you think you’re doing? Why are you acting like you own me?” There was the slightest tremble of her voice, and as I stared into her eyes, I could read her emotions clearly.

She was afraid.

Afraid of my answer, and the changes it would bring between us, yet she wanted me. Almost as much as I wanted her.

I leaned down so the tips of our noses touched. “I branded you with my cum,” I reminded her. Her cheeks heated. “You’re mine, Xiomara. I don’t give a fuck that you’re my employee.Eres mía. And I’m going to remind you of that fact. Now take off your fucking shirt.”

Her breath hitched and her pupils flared. She liked this. She liked me rough and mean and dominating. “What are you going to do?”

“I’m not going to ask you a third time, nena.”

Her trembling fingers went to do my bidding. I liked that about her. She had a bite to her, but she was quick to obey her man. She liked the direction. Liked to be controlled, to be taken care of.

I watched as the shirt came off from over her shoulders, leaving her bare in nothing but a lacy black bra that pushed her breasts up for my admiration.

Perfect.

I leaned down, pressing a kiss over one of her curves.

She sighed softly, leaning into my touch like she was starved for it.

She could argue as much as she wanted, but she and I both knew that she wanted this.

“I thought I’d made myself clear.” I reached off to a side table, gripping a rag with alcohol. I brought it down to her breast, swiping the area I’d claimed. “You’re mine, Xiomara.”

She wiggled beneath me. “What do you mean, yours?”

I slapped a pair of latex gloves on. “Eres mi Vieja,” I said.

Her eyes widened at the declaration, and she mouthed the words back to me in shock.

I grabbed and prepped my tattoo gun and turned it on, dipping it in black ink before I brought it towards her skin.

“Wait–” Her voice trembled. “We haven’t evenkissedyet and you’re calling me your Old Lady.”

“I don’t need to fucking kiss you to know I’m claiming you. Now don’t fucking move.” The buzz of the gun filled the room.

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