Chapter 89
Elijah Vaughn.
You don’t have to do that,” I said quickly, trying to shut the whole thing down before it got out of hand. Fox drank too much. He doesn’t know what he’s saying.
‘I’m not drunk!” he shot back, shaking his head.
But his slightly slurred voice betrayed him.
“Y–You guys always say we’re yours… Then prove it! Tattoo our names on your bodies!”
My stomach sank.
Fox needed to shut up.
But Dante smiled–slow, dark, possessive.
“Then let’s prove you’re ours.”
He stood up and, before I could react, scooped me into his arms. Tony did the same with Fox, who could barely stand on his own.
“Dante, seriously–there’s no need for this!” I said it quickly, but he ignored me.
His steps were firm down the hallway as I lightly struggled, trying to change his mind.
Where were we going?
After a few minutes, Dante stopped in front of a door. Without hesitation, he opened it.
My eyes widened.
A tattoo studio.
Inside the prison.
‘Oh my God…” I whispered, staring at the organized equipment.
Two inmates were getting tattoos, but the second they noticed Dante and Tony, they tensed up. The tattoo artist looked up, uncertain.
“Out, Dante ordered, voice cold and firm.
The inmates didn’t hesitate. They bolted, not daring to make eye contact with him.
Dante gently set me down. Tony did the same with Fox, who mumbled something incoherent.
I blinked, trying to make sense of everything..
Tony sat in one chair, and Dante in the other, pulling his uniform aside to reveal his waist.
The artist looked at him, waiting for instructions.
Dante pointed to the area, eyes still locked on mine.
‘Write his name. Elijah.
My mouth opened, but nothing came out.
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He was really going to do it.
The artist grabbed the machine and prepped the ink while Dante kept that look–possessive and full of desire.
My heart thundered in my chest.
I stood there, frozen, watching every motion. The needle touched his skin, tracing the first letters of my name on his waist. A shiver ran down my spine.
I didn’t know how to explain what I was feeling.
Seeing someone ink my name into their skin… It was intense. Powerful..
Fox sat next to Tony, watching his own tattoo artist begin. And in that moment, I noticed something I hadn’t before: Fox’s real name was Noah.
But none of that mattered now.
What mattered was Dante.
I swallowed hard as our eyes met. He stared at me, his dark gaze holding mine like he wanted to anchor me there, make me feel every second of this.
My heart raced–anxiety and desire twisted inside me.
I moved closer without thinking. I watched my name etched into his skin, every line becoming permanent. Dante didn’t even flinch. His expression stayed calm–almost satisfied.
Time stopped.
I had no idea how long it took, only that when the artist finally finished and wiped the area clean, I couldn’t look away.
It was beautiful.
The fresh ink stood out against his tanned skin, bold and striking.
The meaning hit me like a lightning bolt. My chest filled with something I couldn’t name–but it was overwhelming.‘
A wave of possessiveness surged through me.
Knowing that Dante now carried my name–forever–was… magnificent.
Hot as hell.
I didn’t even notice he’d stood until I felt his fingers on my face. His eyes were darker, intense, a wicked smile curling on his lips.
You look so damn beautiful when you want me, bunny.”
I swallowed, glancing from his face to the tattoo, like I still couldn’t believe it was real.
Up close, the letters looked even bolder. I wanted to touch it–feel my claim–but I knew I couldn’t yet.
Still, Dante knew.
He always knew.
And the predatory glint in his eyes told me he was savoring every second of this.
Without breaking eye contact, he took my hand and guided it to his waist, pressing my fingers to the freshly inked skin.
“Feel it, my love, he whispered, his voice low and rough. “I’m all yours. Marked as yours.”
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A tremor ran through me at the slight roughness of the new tattoo.
My name was carved there.
Forever.
He leaned in, eyes burning into me.
“You own me, bunny.”
Something shattered inside me at that moment.
Some invisible chain holding me back–some wall I didn’t even know existed–crumbled.
Desire hit me hard. Raw. Unstoppable.
Without thinking, I grabbed his wrist and yanked him out of the room.
I walked quickly through the hallway, ignoring everything around me. My blood boiled, my mind focused on one thing.
“Baby, your body- Dante started, worry in his voice.
I didn’t care.
I was fine.
And right now, I needed him.
I walked into the block and straight to our cell. The second we were inside, I pushed him in and slammed the bars shut, yanking the curtain closed.
Desire took over.
Before he could say a word, I threw myself at him, crashing my lips against his in a hungry kiss. He responded instantly, hot body pressed to mine, hands gripping my waist with desperate possession.
I led him to the bed, pushing him down onto the mattress. Before he could even think of regaining control, I climbed on top of him, pinning him beneath
- me.
His eyes burned even brighter.
Lust.
Want.
Worship.
“Tonight, I’m going to explore your body, Dante.”
His smile was pure sin.
‘I’m all yours, Elijah.”
