Chapter 3 

Freya’s pov

“Oh god the ink is still burning so hot right there,” I panted out loud the moment the tattoo gun went silent and Riot set it aside on the metal tray with a soft metallic click. 

My legs were still spread wide open on the leather chair and he made no move to let them close. 

His bare hand stayed right where it was gripping my thigh firm enough to keep me exposed and trembling. 

The fresh black letters of his name sat right beside my soaked pussy throbbing and glistening under the dim lights of the studio. 

I could feel every single pulse of my...