Kyle Ink
THE INKED DESIRE He was the most famous tattoo artist in the city. Covered in ink, skilled, and wild. Everyone came to him for art, but nobody could touch his heart. Except me. I walked into his studio, and the air instantly changed. He looked up, his eyes dark and heavy, scanning me from head to toe. He didn't say hello. He just smirked and patted the chair. "Come here, baby," his voice raspy and deep. "You know I don't care about the design. All I care about is getting my hands on your skin." He trapped me against the table, his inked fingers tracing my body. "I need you so bad," he groaned, pressing close. "Just looking at you makes me crazy. I want to mark you everywhere. I want to own every inch of you." He was used to drawing on skin, But with me? He wanted to possess it completely. And I was more than willing to let him.
About Kyle Ink
THE INKED DESIRE He was the most famous tattoo artist in the city. Covered in ink, skilled, and wild. Everyone came to him for art, but nobody could touch his heart. Except me. I walked into his studio, and the air instantly changed. He looked up, his eyes dark and heavy, scanning me from head to toe. He didn't say hello. He just smirked...Read more