I'll be as dirty as I please, and I like to be dirty and I will be dirty.

The colored splattered onto my skin as I sat there trying my best not to move. I regret giving him some choice as to where because under my boobs, down my side and my wrist they all hurt like hell.

"Andddd done!" the tattoo lady smiled, she was always smiling she always looks so cheerful so happy. Letting out a heavy breath I smile and nod, I decided that Lucien would have to wait to see what the tattoos looked like.

So I made him stay home. "Jesus how many did you get that was like 7 days," John said sarcastically as we walked out to his car, my skin looking blocky and red.

"That took 20 hours you cunt fuck, I don't get why you are complaining since I was the one in constant pain." I grouch as he starts the roaring engine speeding down the open road back towards our home.

The people who attacked us left our house battered, bullet holes filled and broken. But it was fixed in a matter of 24 hours surprisingly. Alas, Lucien says we are moving and that it's not safe for us (me) to live there anymore.

I protested because I am strong enough to handle myself but he said and I quote "No"

Pulling into the fancy garage John parks, unlocking the door I step out. My heels clicking on the concrete floor.

Walking into the kitchen I open the fridge, grabbing a water bottle I walk up to our room, quickly changing these uncomfortable close off, pulling on shorts and a lacy tank top.

"Kiara where are you." Lucien screams through the house from downstairs and I smile before skirting down the long staircase and into his arms. "Go to my office" he whispers lowly into my ear, nipping it ever so slightly.

My mouth hanging open slightly "okay." I smile pulling his tie as I walk to where he instructed his footsteps not far behind me. Once we are both securely inside he closes and locks the big wooded office doors before turning to me, raw intensity from his eyes glancing at me. "Strip," he says, at first I thought it was a joke

But by the serious look on his face and the burning I feel deep down I knew this wasn't a laughing matter. "make me...boss" I smile as I walk up to him, my stomach going crazy with butterflies.

"I like when you called me boss" he growled, "do it again". I realized I had just entered a game a dangerous game with Lucien, one that I am willing to play.

Backing up from him and behind his desk, I yank the curtains closed. His steps come close towards me as I remove the top and unclasp my bra letting it fall to the floor.

My long hair covering my chest, causing Lucien to grunt hot air from his lungs. "Move your hair," he says stopping in the other side of the desk. "No Boss"I smile as I tug the shorts off, the desk blocking the view of my red panties, that were already wet.

Slipping a finger inside the hem of my underwear I rip them off sliding them down my legs I pick them up, reaching over the desk to hand them to him. "Let me see you," he smiles as he walks to my side.

He lifted me up, siting me on his desk and walking between my bare legs. "first you will see my tattoos" I smile biting my lip, causing his hands to grip hardly into his desk.

"Then show me" he growls and I smirk, moving my hair and placing my hand over my nipples. His eyes looked like it was tracing each line of the ink, and as I tuned he growls the ink transcending down the side.

Lifting up my hand I show him my wrist, and forearm. He grabs it and inspects the art.

"Do you like them?"I smile returning my hair to my breasts.

"come here," he says dangerously but I lean back my defiance not pleasing him. He laughs lowly as he placed his hands on either side of me, trapping me. Looking down at me he smiles before using his hands to explore each new design plastered forever in my skin.

"They look sexy as hell on you" he smiled as he tapped slowly on the one under my boobs. Goosebumps covering me as he trailed his finger down my stomach stopping at my sweet spot. "Lucien" I whisper as he uses a finger to enter me, waves of pleasure and need covering my once stable body.

Placing a hand over my mouth he whispers "these walls are thin, be silent and you get a reward" he smiles adding to the game we were both now playing.

Nodding I bite my tongue nodding for me to continue, more like begging him too. With a jolt, he enters again my eyes widening as I put my hands in his hair earning a winning smile from Lucien.

Whatever self-control I had was almost gone, at this point, I don't care about the thin walls. My want for him was greater than the worry that people would hear us. "Lucien I-I can't," I say closing my eyes but he just continues, he likes watching me suffer like this. But just you wait, Lucien,

Karmas a bitch.

Letting out a whine as he removes his fingers, missing his presence she throbs. Throwing his shirt over my head he smiles, he's had his fun.

He walks out of the room, leaving me, wet and wanting so much more.