“Sure, keep telling yourself that, baby.” He sighs almost dreamily. “I can’t wait to show everyone what you did. Wait, does my dad know?”
“Of course,” I mutter.
“Good man. Remind me to thank him later.”
I stare, unsure what to say. “Stop,” I order the artist. “Leave, it doesn’t matter.”
“Don’t you dare stop,” Nikko interrupts me, and the tattooist swings his gaze between us. “Keep going. Do it all. If you do, I’ll pay triple what he offered you.”
“Nikko, it was stupid. It’s your body.” I’m suddenly embarrassed.
“It’s your body.” He grins. “Now stop looking so pretty and distracting me.”
Huffing, I cross my arms and wait as the ink goes into his skin. I was sure I wanted this, but I’m worried he won’t like it or will be mad. If anything, though, he’s gloating and so happy that I’m shocked into silence.
Even Yuki worried about his reaction, but I guess we were all wrong.
When he’s done, the artist nods at me and flees the studio, leaving me and Nikko. I unlace his bindings and step back. He sits up and slides from the chair, turning to the mirror to check it out.
OWNED BY ZIA XANDER
The tattoo is in a bold, flowery font with my house symbol interwoven amongst the words. It does look beautiful, but I worry I went too far.
He traces it with his fingertip, careful not to touch it, and then he turns to me. “Come here.” He crooks his finger at me. Tilting my headback, I remain in my spot, and he sighs. Shaking his head with a roguish smile, he walks over to me, wrapping his hand around my neck and turning me so we face the mirror again.
“Are you happy now, baby?” he asks.
I look from the ink to him, and I have to admit, satisfaction pours through me. He must see it because he smiles as he leans in and kisses me. “Good, that’s all that matters. Come on, let’s go home. I’ll bet you’re hungry after all this.”
“You aren’t mad?” I’m so confused.
“Mad? I already told you. I’m over the fucking moon. As soon as you’ve eaten, I plan to show you just how much. Besides, I can’t wait to see you ride me while you stare at this.”
He takes my hand and leads me to the door, his shirt still up, and as he steps out to see Yuki and my guards, he grins widely, showing off his ink.
Yuki scoffs as he looks between us. “Congratulations, sir. You have found someone as batshit as you.”
He isn’t wrong.
FORTY-ONE
We barely make it through Zia’s front door before I lift him into my arms. His legs wrap around me, and I hiss as his shirt hits my fresh ink, but I don’t care. I want more of it, and I want him to see what he did to me, so I take the stairs two at a time, only stumbling to a stop when his mouth meets mine. I moan and roll my hips before I remember where I was going in the first place.
I tug my mouth away, grunting when he bites my neck in punishment, but I continue up the stairs, and when I’m in his dressing room, I slide him down my body to his feet. He blinks in confusion, but not for long since I rip off his clothes and turn him until he faces the mirror he uses to dress himself.
Pressing my mouth to his ear, I meet his eyes in the mirror. “You’re going to watch me fuck you. You’re going to see this ink on my abs while I do it,” I growl.
He swallows hard, desire blazing in his eyes as I press down on the top of his head, watching as he sinks to the floor. Kneeling behind him, I wrap my hand around his throat and lick up to his ear. “All fours, baby, and eyes on the mirror. I’m going to show you what you get for being a good boy and claiming me.”
Licking his lips, he rolls down gracefully so he’s on his elbows, his eyes on mine in the reflection.
Dragging my hand down his back, I squeeze his ass and watch his reaction before I slap it hard enough to leave a mark. He jerks from the force, the noise loud, but his eyes smolder and he pushes back.
“Nikko,” he begs.
I strip and toss my clothes away, and when his eyes drop to the new tattoo, a satisfied smirk tilts his lips.
“You like seeing your name on me?” I ask gruffly as I smack his ass again before rubbing the sting away. “Like seeing it while I fuck you?”
