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Whiz
I was holding back. Big time. I promised her brother I would be a gentleman, and the things I wanted to do to her were not very gentleman like.
"Yelena, we should go. It's getting late."
She sighed but nodded. I helped her up and held her hand walking towards my bike. I'd let the prospects clean up the blanket and candles.
I helped her onto my bike and headed to her apartment. I walked her to her door and she turned towards me.
"Do you want to come in?"
"Not tonight, vixen. I promised your brother I would be a gentleman tonight. And the things I want to do to you are very, very bad."
"You asked my brother for permission to take me out?"
She looked surprised.
"Ya, I did. I wanted to be honest with him. I don't want to be sneaking around with you."
"He said yes? I'm shocked. Like very shocked. Are you sure it was the real Ivan?"
I chuckled. I was just as surprising to me too.
"Goodnight vixen. Lock up when you get inside." I leaned down and kissed her gently.
She smiled up at me and went inside. I waited until I heard the lock click.
I walked back to my bike and saw someone off under the trees. It was dark, and I couldn't make out a face. Probably one of Ivan's guys. Well I'm sure glad I didn't stay the night. He would find out and never let me near her again.
I was proud of myself. As an impulsive person, I somehow resisted my little vixen. Don't get me wrong, it was hard. And so am I. But I really didn't want to mess this up. I wanted her brother to accept me so she could be with me completely. I knew she was mine. I finally found her. I hadn't even tasted her yet and was obsessed. I didn't even care if she was into my kin*s. I could never step in Club Red again, and I'd be fine with it.
Don't get me wrong, I really wanted her to submit to me. I think her having control of her pain in a safe setting would be therapeutic for her. I'd ease her into it once she trusts me completely.
My little vixen wasn't getting away.
Yelena
I wanted him, badly. I didn't even think about my scars. Until after he left. Then it slammed into me.
Even in the dark he would be able to feel them.
I felt shame. There's no way Whiz could remain celibate. A guy like him had probably plowed through a plethora of women by now. And that made me shiver. Would I be enough for him? Would he compare my skin to other women's smooth, flawless skin?
I needed to sleep. Come Monday he would have a full view of my arm. And he would be staring at it for hours. I guess we'll find out if he can stomach it.
The weekend passed, and I was sitting at Whizs shop waiting for him. The woman at the desk was staring a hole in my head. I'd look every once in a while and she'd glare.
Great. Probably one of Whizs former girls. She was pretty, and I'm sure she had flawless skin and less baggage than me.
Whiz finally walked in, and I let out a breath.
"Hey Whiz! Looking finer than usual if that was possible."
He looked at her with disinterest.
I internally pushed my fist into the air.
"Gabby." He nodded. He hadn't seen me yet.
"My girls coming in for a tat this morning. I want complete privacy. I mean it. Anybody needs me take a message."
"Your...girl?" She huffed out a laugh. "Come on Whiz, you don't settle down. What about us? We've worked together for years. And that night at Club Red?"
Club Red? What was that?
"Yes Gabby. We work together. And that's all. And yes my girl. It's not your concern. She's my concern. And you will treat her with respect or get the fu*k out. Understand?"
Da*n he wasn't playing.
I finally stood and rounded the corner.
His eyes widened. "Yelena." He walked towards me and cupped my face. Kissing me sweetly. I could almost see that bi*ches jaw drop.
Ya. I'm his. Get over it.
He walked me into one of the many rooms that lined the hallway. It was a comfortable room, the walls lined with what I assumed was his work. It was beautiful. His art was mind-blowing. Some beautiful flower designs, and some brutal scenes, castles, dragons, naked women. Everything was so well done.
By the time I had finished admiring his work, he was fine setting up.
"You ready vixen?" He studied my face. Waiting for me to be ready or back out.
No backing out now. I took a deep breath and walked over to the bed. My long sleeved shirt was tight, and I wasn't sure how to go about it.
"You, uh, should take your shirt off. This will take a while and I need your entire forearm. I wanted the floor to swallow me up. He'd see my stomach.
But it was warm in here. And it did make sense. It was a small thing, but I needed to do this. For me. If I wanted this thing with Whiz to work, he'd see it all eventually. And I'd be able to judge his reaction.
I slipped it up over my head. I closed my eyes tight. Waiting for a shocked sound, but nothing.
"Yelena, open your eyes."
So I did. And the look on his face wasn't what I was expecting. No pity, no disgust. He just stared into my eyes. I felt small. Vulnerable.
He leaned in and kissed it. My slashed stomach. Then he ran his finger over them slowly. Like he was memorizing every cut, every burn. He stood towering over me and kissed me. Hard.
"Lie down vixen, let's get started."
Whiz
I'd be lying if it wasn't a little shocking. Not in a bad way. It was like every mark told a story. A very sad one, yes, but here she was standing before me. Alive. Beautiful.
And don't get me started on her body. Just standing in her bra had my di*k practically ripping out of my jeans. She was gorgeous. Perfect. Mine.
She lay down, and I put the stencil on after measuring everything. The tattoo would cover it perfectly. And then we started. She didn't flinch, didn't show any signs of pain. I'm sure this was nothing compared to the pain behind those scars.
4 hours later and we finally finished. It was beautiful. And she was gushing about how much she loved it. It warmed my heart. You could barely tell there were any scars.
Suddenly, the door flew open and Gabbie was standing in the doorway. Eyes darting towards Yelena. Her eyes widened and she looked disgusted. My heart dropped.
Fu*k!
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