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“Goddamn,” he murmured.
Flushed with pride, I ran my nails gently over his stomach. Still a little sticky.
“Good boy,” I said, before I could lose my nerve.
He made the most delicious sound, like a satisfied purr, deep in his chest.
“You’re a bad girl,” he said. “Now release me so I can make you come.”
CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
CLARA
We never told anyone that we got married.
With how overwhelming the wedding planning was and how many people were in my business, I wanted just one thing that belonged to only us.
It also made everything more fun.
We kept our rings in his bedside table. At night when we were alone, we could slip them on before we got in bed. He called me Mrs. Llwyd and I loved it.
“You know, it’s not pronounced ‘loyd,’” he said one night.
I turned over to face him. “How’s it pronounced then?”
“The Welsh double L makes a breathy sound,” he said. “But it’s very difficult for English speakers so my grandfather changed the pronunciation.”
“Say it,” I ordered.
He complied.
“Wait…seriously? I don’t think I can do that with my mouth,” I said.
His eyes lit up and I knew he couldn’t resist. “I’ve got something you can do with your mouth,” he said.
“My appointment is tomorrow,” I said. “If you want anything, better pick sex because it’s blowjobs until I’m healed.”
The next morning, I took a shower and Candice picked me up and drove me to the piercing shop. It was clearly incredibly expensive because the floors were marble and the private room was decorated with life sized Greek statues. Even the faint scent of gardenia wafting through the air smelled like a million dollars.
“Can I hold your hand?” I asked Candice.
“Duh, that’s why I’m here,” she said, sinking down beside me.
My heart was pounding and I kept telling myself it was just like going to the gynecologist. I’d done that once and I could do it again.
The door swung open and a woman with dark hair and neck tattoos entered. She wore shorts and a tank top, revealing the curling ink over her arms and legs.
“Hey,” she said in a soft, southern accent. “You must be Clara Prothero? I’m Jan.”
I nodded.
“Alright, let’s get this done,” she said, sitting down on a rolling stool. “Don’t worry, it’s actually not a bad piercing. My nipples and my cartilage piercings hurt like a motherfucker, but I didn’t flinch when I got my VCH.”
I felt instantly better. She had me slip my panties off and lie back with my feet in stirrups. It wasn’t too bad—not very different from going to the doctor. She disappeared between my legs and I sent Candice a worried glance.
She squeezed my hand.
“You’re Merrick’s girl, huh?” Jan said, popping her gum.
