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Pierced Ink
Dani René
The Dirty Bits from Carina Press give you what you want, when you want it.
Designed to be read in an hour or two, these sex-filled micro-romances are
guaranteed to pack a punch and deliver a happily-ever-after.
Ava was the only woman to really get me. She broke down the walls I built up and
burrowed herself beneath the surface. She became a part of me. There’s no other way to
describe her, or us.
Everything about her drew me in. From her captivating smile to those nipple piercings she
used to love me tugging on. Her body is pure perfection—smooth tanned skin covered in
ink I gave her, and surface piercings on either hip I loved to tease with my tongue.
Two years ago, at the height of our love—the height of us—she woke up and packed her
stuff into a single small suitcase.
The next moments passed by in a blur. And then she was gone. No explanation. Nothing
but an empty room.
My world crashed around me and I let it.
I let her walk out.
Two years without a word from her—until today. Ava’s back in my shop, on her knees,
begging me to mark her once again.
For those times when size does matter. The Dirty Bits from Carina Press: quick and dirty,
just the way we like it.
This book is approximately 12,000 words
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Dedication
For my support team. You know who you are.
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Coming Soon from Dani René
Chapter One
Jagger
“That’s it, you’re done.”
Straightening, I watch the little blonde shiver as I wipe the excess blood from her
unmarred creamy skin and cover it with wrapping. She’s marked now. Inked for life. Only
eighteen and a day and she’s already started down the path of rebelliousness. Apparently,
her folks are some wealthy assholes who’ve forbidden her to get the tattoo.
I lift the mirror allowing her to look at the artwork. “It’s so pretty,” she murmurs,
stroking the ink on her hip.
“Glad to be of service, babe.” Rising, I head over to the sink and pull the gloves off.
“You’re going to want to keep it clean as it heals. I’ll get you a tub of cream that will help
with the itch. Whatever you do, no scratching, it will undo all that hard work.”
“Sure, and how long will it take to heal?”
“That little one…probably about two weeks. Once it scabs you’ll forget it’s there.
You’ll have some sensitivity on it for a few days though.” Once I’ve washed my hands, I
watch her stroke the plastic.
“How much do I owe you?” She smiles, so pretty and innocent. I wouldn’t mind her
paying in more carnal ways, but I’m a professional and that would be out of bounds.
Perhaps she’ll want to go for a drink with me. Who am I kidding? I haven’t been on a date
in years. After the love of my life walked out, I’ve been on a downward spiral, fucking
anything with tits.
“That’s eighty, babe.” The bell above the door jingles as I tell her the price. She nods,
pulling the notes from her purse, handing them to me as we make our way to the front of
the store. My assistant, Ryn, glances at the new walk-in.
“How can I help you?” she asks, but when I turn to the new customer my footsteps halt.
The girl standing on the other side of the counter is older, her hair shorter, and her arms
are works of art, but it’s her. There’s no mistaking the green eyes that used to pierce me
with such passion and desire. Her fierce expression is the one thing that used to turn me on
to no end. The woman on the other side of this counter is the one woman I never thought
I’d see again. Yet, here she is. In all her beautiful fucking glory.
Her gaze drags from my assistant to land on me. “Jag,” she murmurs. Her lips are red,
not that bright fuck-me red, more like a deep crimson—the color of blood. My thoughts
quickly turn to how they’d look wrapped around the base of my dick as she swallows me
deep. I know she can take it. She loved taking every inch down that slender throat.
“Pixie,” I murmur. A smile so slight, I would have missed it if I didn’t know this
woman like the back of my hand.
“It’s Ava, Jag. Don’t start shit,” she retorts and I’m tempted to fuck her right here in

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