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 p***y throbbing and glistening under the dim lights of the studio.
I could feel every single pulse of my heartbeat in that stinging skin and it made my whole body feel alive in a way I had never expected.
Riot’s fingers traced over the fresh tattoo slowly with no gloves on now just his warm rough skin dragging across the se
