Chapter 2
Freya POV
“Oh f**k that stings,” I gasped the second the needle hit my skin, the sharp bite digging deep into the softest part of my inner thigh.
My fingers dug hard into the leather arms of the chair and my back arched right off it before I could stop myself.
The pain burned hot and immediate, spreading out in sharp little waves that made my whole leg tense up, but right underneath that sting the constant deep vibration from the tattoo gun hummed straight through my flesh and settled heavy and throbbing right between my spread thighs.
My p***y clenched hard around nothing and I felt a fresh gush of wetness leak out of me.
Riot did not even pause.
His free hand pressed down firm on my knee, holding my leg open wider while he kept working the gun in slow, careful passes
