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About The Book:
Title: DUBLIN INK (Dublin Ink, #1)
Author: Sienna Blake
Pub. Date: May 5, 2022
Publisher: SB Publishing
Formats: Paperback, eBook
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Grumpy bad boy tattoo artist, Conor Mac Haol, doesn’t trust anyone. Least of all the new juvie apprenticing at his beloved Dublin Ink as part of her probation. She is way too pretty and way, way too young.
Coming from a broken home, Aurnia has had to grow up faster than most girls. She doesn’t need anyone telling her what to do. Least of all Conor, her new (very hot, very muscled, very tattooed and very, very rude) boss who obviously hates her.
But Aurnia’s troubles reminds Conor too much of his dark past. He becomes obsessed with keeping her safe. Keeping her protected. Even from him. Especially from him.
Soon sparks and insults turn into broken rules and forbidden moments—until one final mistake seals their fate.
“I wanted you from the very moment I touched you,” I said, too fucking honest for my own good. “All I want is you. I want your body, your voice, your heat beside me at night. I want your tits in my mouth in my bed and your toes against mine under the table at breakfast and the sound of your pencil beside mine at work. I want to fuck you and love you and destroy you, Aurnia. Absolutely destroy you. But—but that’s the problem. I— You’re too innocent to be destroyed. Too young. There’s too much of life for you that doesn’t yet have to be stolen.”
“By you?” Aurnia whispered.
My finger brushed against her hipbone, just visible past the raised hem of my t-shirt.
With her eyes still closed, Aurnia said, “I’ve wanted you from the very moment you touched me. All I want is you. I want your strong arms around me to keep me safe. I want your words in my ear as you show me how to tattoo. I’ve want you to get jealous over me, to fight for me, to press me up against the wall when the shop is empty each night because I’m yours. Yours and no one else’s. I want to belong in you, Conor. In your tattoo chair. In your bed. In your ecstasy as you call my name. I’m too young to be destroyed, but I already am. All I want… All I’ve wanted is for someone to heal me. For you to heal me.”
It was the first time I’d moved since I felt Aurnia’s fingers on my cock. It was the first time I’d allowed myself to move.
There was a reason I’d restrained myself in that way: I knew that the first move would be like the first shifting of an avalanche. There was no stopping it after that. There was no stopping me after that.
My hand moved to her neck and I clung to her like that alone could keep her there. Could keep her there with me. I tipped Aurnia’s head up to mine with a thumb beneath her chin before I could stop myself, our lips crashing together.
“There’s nothing at all to be embarrassed about,” he whispered as he hooked a finger under my panties and pulled them to the side.
His hot tongue between my legs made me whimper behind the cover of my hands. He licked me long and slow.
In a voice thick and deep, he murmured, “Look at me, Aurnia. Look at me.”
It took a moment or two for me to relent. I was afraid that with the way I was breathing so heavily, gasping almost, if I kept my hands over my face for any longer, I would run out of air and pass out. So I parted my fingers, just enough to breathe. Just enough to spy Conor between the gaps.
What I saw was almost more than I could handle.
A man on his knees in front of me. A giant of a man. A man who could kill me with one hand. A man double my size. With arms larger than my legs. A man. My man. My Conor.
Conor with his tongue greedy against my pussy. Conor with his mouth wet from me. With his hair tickling my inner thighs. With his murmurs of pleasure buried inside of me.
Conor with his eyes opening. Finding mine. Black as the night.
“Fuck,” his gravelly voice vibrated through my clit, “you taste so damn sweet.”
My hands went to his head, his hair without being told. I wrapped my thighs around his shoulders despite the pain from my tattoo. I leaned my head back and moaned louder as his finger circled my entrance.
As he parted my lips to lick even deeper.
I fumbled for the metal posts. My fingers curled around the icy shafts.
I could feel him stroking himself just behind me. Could feel his rough knuckles against my ass. Feel the tremble of his chest against the shivers that ran down my spine.
“Are you holding on?”
I nodded even though he couldn’t possibly have seen.
I swallowed. “Yes, sir.”
“I’m going to fuck you. Hard.”
I bit back a moan. We were supposed to be quiet. I could be quiet. I could be—oh, God, how I wanted to moan. How I wanted to lean my head back into the crook of Conor’s neck and bite my lip as I growled his name. How I wanted to bang my fists against those metal racks till Mason and Rian came running down at the noise.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” Conor said, his cock at the dripping lips of my pussy. “You want to be fucked hard, dirty girl.”
I whimpered and tightened my grip on the icy rods. Conor’s hands were like brands on my hips. As he thrust deep and hard into me, I released one of my hands to cover my mouth. I would have screamed otherwise. I would have screamed, “More, more, fucking more.”
“You gotta hold on, baby,” he said, his voice like a whip, a whip I wanted harder.
I sank my teeth into my bottom lip before grabbing once more, this time with a trembling hand to the cold, hard metal.
Conor slapped my ass and bit my shoulder as I tried not to gasp.
About Sienna Blake:
Sienna Blake is a dirty girl, a wordspinner of smexy love stories and an Amazon Top 20 & USA Today Bestselling Author.
She lives in Dublin, Ireland, where she enjoys reading, keeping fit and adding to her personal harem of Irish hotties
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