Page 36 of Ink

“Better do as she says,Benny,” Fer teased from somewhere behind us.

Loco cackled.

Ever since I’d found out Ink’s real name–Benito Juárez–I’d taken to calling him Benny. It wasn’t every day I found myself fucking the founder of the motherland.

It was a running joke that had become popular among the club brothers. It wasn’t my fault he was named after the first president of Mexico. And maybe I laid the teasing on a little thick just so he’d spank me a little harder each time.

So the fuck what?

But I wasn’t in a teasing mood right then.

If anything, I felt murderous.

“Christ, Vieja. Can you shut the fuck up?” Ink’s hands tightened on my wrist.

I stood there dumbfounded. “You did not just say that to me…”

“I don’t have hickeys,” he said with an infuriating amount of patience.

“Then what the fuck–”

He sighed and stepped away from me. “This was supposed to be a fucking surprise, but of course, you had to go and ruin it.”

I watched as he yanked the collar of his t-shirt down, revealing his left pec.

And the fresh ink that lay there.

My eyes watered immediately at the sight of it, but I kept the tears at bay.

“You didn’t.”

“I did.”

I could feel other club members closing in on us to see what the fuss was about. Some of his brothers laughed and teased, but I barely heard their voices. I was too busy looking at him. More specifically, at the ink swooping against his skin.

“You’re pussy whipped,” Loco called out.

“Fuck you,” Ink called back. Then he glared at me. “I am going to spank your ass so fucking hard for this shit you just pulled.”

I smiled through the tears that started to fall. “Do your worst.”

He knew I loved it when he got rough. But I loved this more. The evidence that he was as enamored with me as I was with him. Because that tattoo on his body?

It was better than any gift I’d ever received.

Swirling letters that matched my own.

Property of Xiomara.

*The End*

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