Severed Justice (Severed MC Book 3) Read Online Free

glorious tongue of his working wonders on my clit. I catch my breath as his mouth travels from my pussy to my ass, swirling around my rose bud as he grabs onto my ass cheeks.
     
    I’m spun around again so that I’m lying on my back now, giving Ink easier access to my wet pussy.  I moan as he brings me to orgasm. Screaming his name as I yank on his hair.
     
    I’ve barely come down from my high before Ink thrusts into me. That glorious piercing of his hitting the spot that’s always so sensitive after my orgasm. My mouth falls open. He fucks me so hard my screams fill the room. I shout his name over and over, letting him know he owns me completely. My eyes close as the feeling overtakes me. Ink stops just as I’m about to climb the top.
     
    I open my eyes. “Keep those eyes open. I wanna see them shine when I make you come all over my cock.”
     
    His words alone nearly make me come undone. I keep my eyes open, looking into his as he thrusts harder and harder. I fight so hard not to shut mine. I look into his eyes and what I see becomes my undoing. What he can’t seem to tell me, he shows me. I can see how he truly feels through his eyes. Later when I fall asleep in his arms, I realize that even though I don’t like what’s happened or Emma working with Ink, I trust him to not do it again. I also trust that Emma will keep her distance and know her place.
     
    Otherwise my claws might have to make an appearance.

Chapter Three
Rachel
    I walk into the tattoo shop for my appointment. I’m nervous as hell, but I can’t let it show.  It’s not like this is the first time I’ve had ink.  I’ve got tattoos everywhere, my thigh, chest and a full sleeve on my left arm.  This tattoo though means something to me, more than the other work that I’ve had done. This tattoo is to remember the man I’ve loved and lost.  I’m nervous because heading into this tattoo shop is heading onto the turf of the club that killed him.  Not that they even know I exist.  But they will.  Very soon they’ll understand.  They killed my man.  Now they have to answer to me.
     
    I need to find out as much as I can about the club.  I want them to lose someone they all love. To feel the pain I feel every day waking, and knowing he’s not there any more.  No one knows I exist.  That’s going to make my job a lot easier that’s for sure.
     
    The blonde on reception smiles as she greets me. Has she even got any ink on her? How the fuck did someone as vanilla as her end up working here? Probably by sleeping with some member of the club, or more than one.
     
    “Hi,” she smiles. “Are you Rachel?” Does she want a medal for working out who I am as I arrive at the same time as a female customer is due? Fucking moron.  I’ve spent so long around club whores and criminal bikers I think I’ve lost the skills to communicate with anyone outside of that.  I’ve no interest in it either. I grunt my reply and take a seat on the red and black leather sofa.  It looks like a bordello in here, all black leather and red curtains and swags.  Makes me feel at home.
     
    She must have communicated with the back room somehow as Joe soon appears.  He’s done all my work so far.  He’s not a part of the club, but he could be my way in.
     
    “Hi Rachel, looking forward to this one today. That’s some cool artwork you’ve chosen.” He grins at me as I follow him back to the room.
     
    I smile when he shows me the transfer before he applies it to my lower back.  It’s a huge skull; it’s not a girly, pretty skull. It’s mean looking and realistic, just how I want it. Large dark orbs with jagged bones where the eyes and nose would be.  Gritted teeth in a strong jaw.   There’s a double oval frame around it, with small four pronged crowns rimming the frame.  It’s based on an old mirror I saw in an antique shop one time.  Around the very edge, Joe persuaded me to add some feathers and leaves just to soften the impact a