Page 63 of Dr. Bad Boy

Shivers race across my skin, raising goose bumps as I wait.

And when the first cold press of a plastic cap makes me jump, my breath hitches, because it also turns me on.

He drags the marker, still capped, along my collarbone and down the valley between my breasts. He’s kneeling, leaning over me, my legs spread wide before him. As I get wetter, he’ll be able to see how much he’s affecting me.

The next sound I hear is the pop of the marker lid, then there’s a press against my skin. Wet and firm. I tighten my abs as he writes something just below my belly button in a few quick strokes.Max, I imagine it says.Max’s.

“That’s beautiful,” he groans, then moves the marker to the other side of my torso. Bigger strokes this time, onto my hip. I writhe into the touch, not away from it, surprising us both. “Do you like this, kitten? Like being marked as mine?”

I nod, biting my lip as I sink into the sensation of him pressing ink into my skin. Restless heat skitters across the rest of my body, jealous for that wet slide of his attention.

He moves around me, switching out markers. Snap. Pop. He rolls me onto my side and scrawls down my ribs, curving onto my back. Then he swats my bottom. “Stay like that.”

Another marker switch, but he doesn’t come back right away. I hear something, rustling, and my eyelids flutter.Don’t open, I tell myself.Be patient, but it’s hard.

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Max

It’shard to describe how I feel as I stare down at Violet’s body, covered in bright sketches. A bird flying along her ribcage, a wolf prowling across her belly. A dragon’s eye on her thigh, and a dahlia blooming onto her breast.

And she held so still for me, trusting me to cover her with whatever I want.

I pull off my shirt and reach for the black marker. This one is more permanent ink that will stay on her skin for a few days. All the colours are washable markers, and they’ll come off in the shower. I frown, even though that was always my plan. Pictures all over her, my name in small, easily hidden spots.

I trace the wings of the bird with the capped black ink marker. “Can I take pictures?”

She makes a thinking noise, a soft hmmm that goes straight to my cock.

I lean over her and graze her earlobe with my teeth. “How about I take them with your phone, and you can decide if you send them to me or not?”

She nods. “Yes, please.”

“Where did you leave your phone?”

She laughs. “I think on the top of your dresser?”

And still her eyes don’t open. I cup her breast, my fingers pinching her nipple as a reward. She exhales roughly, then smiles as I slap her flesh lightly. “Stay here.”

I find her phone where she left it, then swipe up and into the camera from the locked screen. Technology is handy sometimes.

I frame the pictures carefully, making sure there’s nothing revealing or identifying about them. Just sketches and gorgeous skin. I haven’t signed them yet, either, which is a shame, but I won’t ask her to document that. Those images will just have to live in my memory.

With each shot, the hungry need inside me to possess her grows. When I put her phone on my bedside table, I grab a condom. Then I take off my jeans. The rest of my plans for this scene don’t matter. I want my name on her skin, then I want to hear her say it, over and over again as I take her one last time.

I start with the bird, curving my name along the bottom of one wing. Then I add it just above the dragon’s eye, curving with her hip. I press her legs up and open, brushing an open-mouthed kiss across her pussy as I rise up over her. The wolf is me, and I write my name in his fur, big, bold letters right across her lower abdomen.Max.

My cock throbs, rising between our bodies in heavy approval. When I lean over her further to reach the dahlia, she realizes I’m naked, and lets out a needy cry. She lifts her hips, rocking against me. The first wet slide of her cunt against the bottom of my cock is like a bolt of lightning. I fling the marker away, not giving a fuck where it lands, and rip the condom wrapper open.

I’ve been too silent. I got lost in what I’d been doing on her skin, and she gave me that, but I need to take care of her, too.

As I roll the condom down my shaft, I stroke between her folds. “You’re so wet for me already, aren’t you, kitten?” I shove her legs wide with my knees, notching the hard, wide head of my erection right against her.

She whimpers and nods.

“Good,” I say, flexing my hips just enough to press into her a half-inch. “Because this is going to be fast and hard. Is that what you want?”

“Yes, Max.” She tips her head back and spreads her hands wide. My fallen angel, covered in ink. All mine.

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