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Silco loves Jinx. He loves everything about her.
Except her tattoos.
He hates those.
They taunt him, rippling over Jinx’s shoulders when she rides him. He doesn’t understand why she’d mar herself with a tribute to her sister, the one who’d abandoned her at her most vulnerable, when he’s right there. He’s always been right there.
—
She’s straddling him, grinding her slick cunt against his cock and waiting for him to beg. He grabs at her, frantic, and his hands find purchase on her shoulder, her side. His nails dig into the blue ink. Vaguely, he hopes the scratches leave a mark. Jinx hisses in pain and pleasure, sinking down onto him, and his mind blanks out.
When he comes to, blood is dripping down Jinx’s shoulder. The crimson looks good against her pale skin. Better than that dreary blue. Maybe someday he can convince her to cover them up.
Jinx grabs his hair and forces his head towards her shoulder. She doesn’t say a word, but he gets the message and licks up her blood. It tastes tangy and metallic and unmistakably like Jinx.
He could live off this, he thinks.
—
Silco gets too close to a skirmish between his pawns and the enforcers and comes home bleeding through a loose bandage wrapped around his torso. Jinx is immediately all over him. She eyes the blood like a hawk eyes its next meal. He lets out a weak laugh.
“Go ahead.”
Jinx’s mouth is instantly on him, lapping up the blood that languidly oozes from his pectoral. It’s not long before his blood is on her face, in her hair, inside her. He’s inside her. He wants to reopen all of her old wounds, let their blood mingle, but he holds back. He watches her instead, her face suspended in rapture as she tastes him.
He could live like this, he thinks.
—
Jinx’s tattoos start to fade.
He notices it before she does. He doesn’t say anything, but it’s not long before Jinx stumbles into his office, tear tracks staining her face.
“She’s not coming back for me, is she?” Jinx whimpers, curled up in Silco’s lap. Silco’s fingers card through her hair, trailing over the bumps of her braids.
“No, my darling,” he says softly. “She’s not coming back.”
What he doesn’t say: I’ll never leave you.
—
Jinx wants to get her tattoos touched up. He’d be lying if he said he endorses this.
He comes with her anyway. They’re in the lobby, a tattoo gun buzzing away in the background. He takes her petite hands in his own. He doesn’t say anything, but the look he gives her is enough.
Jinx walks in with blue clouds dotting her torso. She leaves with water rippling across her body and a shark stretching blue and proud across her back.
She belongs to him now. Completely.