Page 118 of Where Sinners Repent

One that I never want to be woken from.

“Here,” he grunts, bringing his hand up and tapping the small space over his heart.

There is only about the size of my palm of un-inked skin there. But my heart flips a beat at tattooing him right over his.

“R...really?” I whisper.

He nods.

My throat feels dry all of a sudden.

“What do you want?”

He shrugs. It’s an action that looks borderline comical coming from him. “No cocks.”

I throw my head back and choke on a shocked laugh.

“That is literally what Kai said.” I shake my head, biting my lip. “You guys are too cute.”

I get everything set up, buzzing with excitement.

“Cute?” Leon parrots. “More like stabby.”

I don’t turn around, but I can imagine Kaleb glaring at him. All scary and stabby, like Leon said.

When I’m all set up and I snap on a pair of black gloves, I straddle one of his thighs. The muscles tense between my legs and I will my pussy not to get all worked up.

Kaleb’s eyes burn through me, and I glance at him through my lashes.

“As you were,” I murmur, jerking my head toward the laptop.

Maybe now I can hear what they are talking about. Looking at the available skin, an idea pops into my head.

I’m going to be lucky to still have my hands after this.

Dipping the needle into the black ink, I start free handing my design.

“See here,” Leon starts, his voice turning scarily serious. “The Wraiths don’t move like this. Reckless and sloppy.”

The needle slides over his skin as I wipe away the excess ink. His dark nipples peak and I can’t help but subtly grind my clit over his thigh. Just tiny movements that Leon wouldn’t be able to notice.

The seam of my pants hits just right.

Kaleb inhales slowly. “That was the case for the Wraiths beforehand. But things have changed. We’re the easy target.”

Fingers fly over the keys on the laptop.

“Then explain this. Zeke was... is insane. But everything he does is calculated. Fights on the streets? Drawing guns on civilians like wannabe gangsters? I refuse to believe Zeke is behind this.”

I shiver at the words coming from Leon’s mouth. Unfortunately, I’ve become addicted to danger, it seems. Because I feel myself throbbing against the hard muscles between my legs.

“Explain the Wraith cuts I can see right here, then,” Kaleb grunts, sounding bored with the conversation.

The tattoo starts to form, my hand remaining steady by sheer will, despite how every nerve in my body vibrates.

Leon clicks his tongue. “Because I think the Wraiths are behind this.” Silence fills the room for a beat. “But not all of them. I think Zeke disappeared and took half of them with him, to whatever hellhole he crawled to. Leaving the rest of them to believe he’s dead. That’s what we’re seeing right now.”

That does not sound good.