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I interlaced my fingers with his, but not before I noticed the word tattooed across his knuckles: "PAIN," in black Gothic lettering.
Icky
“I think red looks best across bratty girls’ asses, if I’m being honest,”
“I warned you,” he said, with a sideways look. “We may be in public, but don’t doubt that I can find a place to make your ass very red if you need it.” He paused. He must have seen something on my face, or in my eyes, because he snickered and shook his head. “God dammit. You really are a brat, aren’t you?”
“Oh...my god…” I was breathless as we parted from our kiss, looking at him with blurred, half-lidded eyes. “That was...fuck…” “That was only two fingers.”
"You're a cock-hungry little whore, and you're finally going to get exactly what you want, aren't you?"
