Inked By The Ithaqua

INKED BY A MONSTER—sounds cool, right? Until the guy accidentally imprinted on me. What was supposed to be a birthday gift to myself backfired in my face.

How was I to know when I told him ‘surprise me’ that the fine-ass monster man would somehow embed his essence into my tattoo.

Or that I’d come from his skilled fingers tapping a needle full of ink into my back.

Now, ever since my tat-gasm, the guy follows me like a love-sick puppy…

Intriguing me.

Idolizing me.

Impaling me.

But I don’t do insta-love, no matter how hot the s-e-x is.

Can I find a way to remove the tat, or will Ilian infiltrate the walls I’ve built around my heart?