"A new ward (Mei Lin series)" part 93

That sharp little biceps tattoo — “Busty Bitch.” Cute, right? A nasty little needle-prick aimed straight at her husband’s pride. Yana had wanted to make him choke on it, wanted him to see those words inked into her skin and understand that something obedient in her had finally snapped.

But the second it was done, it already felt too small.

Too neat. Too easy to laugh off. Too easy to hide under a sleeve, explain away as some drunken mistake, let heal into nothing but a private little insult.

No. Fuck that.

Yana wanted more. Way more.

She had absolutely no intention of leaving the studio now, not while that reckless heat was still crawling under her skin. The tattoo artist kept warning her to slow down, to let the fresh ink breathe, to think before turning this into something bigger. But Yana wasn’t listening. Her eyes had already dropped to her fit body, to all that empty skin waiting there like a dare.

If she was going to wreck the old version of herself, she wasn’t going to do it politely.

If you’re gonna go off the rails, you might as well do it loud. Go big or go home, right?

Time to burn every last cent.