Dream Tattoo

Jayelle Thorne

Description

When left alone by the intrusive world, Madison MacMillan relishes the isolated simplicity of life on her farm. She embraces her creative side and provides her custom-designed jewelry for an elite clientele. But, her immerse into business savvy is just the superficial facet of her complex world that revolves around the love of her life, Charlie Brewster, the sexy, confident stranger who stumbles into her life, and the security gauntlet that guards her struggles with her troubled soul and her wounded spirit.

Beautiful beyond words. Sullen begging intrigue. Bearing the weight of the world on her slender shoulders and beneath her pouty mouth, Madison captivates the attention she so despises of men who love her and hurt her and try to destroy her. Blaine Montgomery has left the deepest scar of all. She hides her anguish in elaborate tattoos strategically inked to hide her pain from others, infinity reminders of how her body has betrayed her. But, her quiet crusade to take Montgomery down before he can hurt other women is foiled by his arrest, forcing her tie to his dark world out from the shadows.

The only thing that could lure her from her own demons is a threat to her family. Madison bares her soul to reveal the secret to his demise and the reason she fears her own.

Sujets

• Sexy
• Bondage et discipline, domination et soumission et sado-masochisme
• Danger
• Suspense
• Discipline
• BDSM
• Alpha (ethology)
• Billionaire

Informations

• Publié par: Blushing Books Publications
• Date de parution: 30 septembre 2015
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781682591031
• Langue: English

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Dream Tattoo
Dream Series, Book Four
 
By
 
Jayelle Thorne
 
 
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ChapterOne
ChapterTwo
ChapterThree
ChapterFour
ChapterFive
ChapterSix
ChapterSeven
ChapterEight
ChapterNine
ChapterTen
ChapterEleven
ChapterTwelve
ChapterThirteen
ChapterFourteen
ChapterFifteen
ChapterSixteen
ChapterSeventeen
ChapterEighteen
ChapterNineteen
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Chapter One
As the light switch of day flips onthe skyline hues and crawls across the steep-pitched slate shingles of statelyhomes, hired hands scurry whisper-quiet amid the hissing of sprinkler spewsnestled among the well-coifed landscapes. It pleads for a fresh canvas, a broadpaintbrush, a colorful palette to capture its simple magnificence. Its majesticcharm. Its enviable pretense.
But, the beauty of the scenery isspoiled with dread. Dread is finding a foothold on my fragile splinters and mymounting trepidation. Dread is gnawing a hole through my cautious shut door andmy penetrated rage. Dread is unraveling my tenacity through a veil of silentfrothed recoil.
Bad is coming.  
Dark is descending.  
Evil is gripping.  
I rub the infinity loop tattoo,curse the never-ending cycle of uncomfortable familiar too close by, and wishfor the shelter of unobtainable respite too far away.
Charlie puts his arm around me andpulls me close. Josh places his hand over my wrist and stills my rotatingfingers. I enter the room feeling like the convicted on the path paved withhave-to, but not want-to, and certainly not need-to.
They’re all there.  
My four sisters.  
Brooklyn puts her arm around mywaist and walks me to the window seat where she had been waiting for me. Carsonsits on my right. And, Raleigh and Savannah sit across from us between me andthe door.  
Guarding me? Holding me against mywill? Or shaming me to stay?  
I’m not sure.
I feel Charlie and Josh. They arealways watching me. I don’t have to look up to know that. They want me toreassure them I’m okay. I’m not. But, I give them the nod they want and theyleave, closing the door.  
The silence is ear-curdling andbody-shivering. I’m not sure what they want from me. I’m not sure what I cangive them. I’m so angry. They don’t know this anger. I don’t know if they canhandle it. I don’t know if I can control it.
Carson takes a deep breath, and shebegins to speak in a shaken tone that is murmur quiet and raspy chopped andeerily unfamiliar.
“When we were little girls, we knewall was right with the world because our parents loved us and we had oneanother. We were invincible, special, loved, adored, cherished. I wish we couldgo back there and never leave. I wish bad things never happened. I wish badpeople didn’t exist. I wish I wasn’t one of those bad people. But, I am.”
She stops. And, I realize there areraindrops falling from the dark clouds in her eyes. I touch her hand and ourlittle fingers curl like we did for pinkie swears.  
“I hurt people. I do it for a living.They pay me to hurt them because I know how, and I’m good at it. I don’t liketo do it, but I have to. I have to go to a dark, depraved, sick place. That’swhere she lives inside me, the one he molded into the likeness of him.The one he’s so proud of. The one he created when he raped me. That’s whenSatteen emerged.”
Savannah gasps and I feel Raleighwrapping strength around our baby sister. I don’t have to see it. I knowRaleigh is comforting her. She is that kind. That good. I long for thatcomfort.  
Panic is coming.  
I need to touch the infinity loop,but I don’t dare let go of Carson.  
I rub my left leg hard with my freewrist.  
Brooklyn takes my left arm. Turns myhand over. Rolls the leather strings away. She rubs the tattoo. Softly. Slowly.Sadly.
She feels the scar.  
And, I let her.  
I am comforted.  
I recognize the bond of sorrowbeside me.  
I know that sorrow.
One by one, my sisters brave theirtreacheries. They bare their souls, and sacrifice their demons. The details oftheir attacks are uncomfortably familiar.
I have lived them.
I have endured them.
I have survived them.  
My mind struggles with the darkness,and I strain to hear Brooklyn’s words over the mire and the muck and the echoesare flashing electric currents through my brain.  
“What he did to us, he plans to doto you. All of you. Our little sisters. The ones we should protect. Keep safefrom bad things. From bad people. From—”
They know, but they didn’t set meup.
They know, but they didn’t lead meinto a trap.
They know, but they didn’t intend tomake me talk.
The room goes quiet when I stand andunbutton my blouse and step away from the window and turn my back.
I slip my blouse off and drop it onthe floor.  
I loosen my bra and discard it.  
I slip my slacks off my hips, andwrap my hand around my long hair. Pulling it from my back around my shoulderover my breast.
I reveal the Mona Lisa tattoowith the Medusa hair that flows up the curving wisp of a line traveling up myspine.
Now unhidden.
Now bared.
Now on full public display.
No longer a secret.
Carson is the first to touch me. Shetraces the wisp and reads, “ Per aspera adastra .”
Raleigh whispers, “Reach for thestars. What mama always told us to do?”
“It also means through hardship tothe stars,” Savannah says softly.
  “To gaze upon Medusa’s head, swathed inserpents, turns onlookers to stone.” Carson continues. “But the Mona Lisa smile draws you in. Compels you. Taunts you. Tempts you.”
Brooklyn is the one who sees. Shegently touches the place just below the base of my spine before it separatesinto the division of my buttocks. “B.G.M. He carved his initials in you. Hescarred you most of all.”
I stand there clad in pantiesclutching my breasts. Head downcast. Eyes closed. Barely breathing. Wishing Iwasn’t.
Their fingers slice into theraw.  
Their words char into thesinge.  
Their tears disintegrate into theblaze edged in ice.
One at a time, my sisters gently puttheir arms around me.
And, they cry.
When sobs subside, Carson slips mybra over my arms and Raleigh pulls my blouse around me. Savannah helps me intomy slacks and Brooklyn puts my hair back behind my ears.  
They return to their seats, and Istand there alone not looking toward them. Not wanting to see the distractionof their faces or the aversion in their eyes. The collapse of their poise.
Just descending.
Sliding.
Going backward.
Drifting toward departure fromcivilization to that abyss that should not be articulated. Should not bewitnessed. Should not be eavesdropped.
“It was a glorious day. The sun wasshining. There were people milling about. Happy to find such beautiful, healthyvegetables in the garden. Plucking and toting their treasures to the cashregister that was non-stop ring-ups. I was explaining the flax material of mydress to a lady, and he admired my necklace.”
I turn around, rubbing the base ofmy neck where the necklace had laid against my skin that day. His touch isstill scorched into my skin. The weight of the silver like a noose around thechokehold of my life.
“He asked if it was okay for him totouch the necklace because he was so drawn to its beauty. A very unusualrequest. One I would normally decline and just take the customer to see asimilar necklace on display. But, his eyes…. His eyes pierced my soul. Theyfrightened me. I don’t remember saying yes or nodding, but I remember his handsreaching toward the necklace and his fingers stroking my skin. I flinched athis touch. And, he laughed.”
Carson slumps and Brooklyn pulls meto sit beside her and outstretches her arm behind me, pulling Carson into thecomfort she is trying to give both of us.
“I said som