Dublin Ink (Dublin Ink #1)

by Sienna Blake

It felt good to drive my anger like a piston through the heels of my black combat boots. It felt good to lose control, because then I didn’t have to pretend that I had any in the first place. It felt good to send pain radiating up my legs, to feel like my ice-cold toes were going to snap off with each bone-rattling thrust. It felt good to blow up my life.

desk. Her fingers would come to rest on my forearm. And it would be all over just like that. I would take her. I knew I would.

I bristled a little. Conor was being polite. I didn’t want polite. I wanted tear-my-panties-off rude, I wanted plunge-his-tongue-into-me crude, I wanted dirty talk and foul-mouthed kisses and vulgar threats of all the bad, bad things he was going to do to me.

“I don’t know, I just feel like I’m grasping at air when I try to draw,” he said. “Like I keep reaching and reaching, but there’s nothing more. It’s all gone. It’s… I’m a pit. I’ve dug and dug and I’ve hit rock bottom. And there’s…there’s just nothing left.”

It was raining in Dublin, but I had my sun. It was raining in Dublin, but I knew what I needed to do. It was raining in Dublin, but the rain could suck it. I was going home.

I stared up at him. His gaze up at the ceiling, a small smile at his lips. “What?” I asked. “There’s going to be a lot of people with opinions. A lot of people who want to paint us, what we have, as something ugly. But…I love you.”

I had my sun. I had my little thief. My Aurnia.

let the custom banner that read “Happy First Tattooing Day” fall to the carpeted floor and joined Aurnia.