The Butterfly's Freedom

Summary

I was born with Epidermolysis Bullosa, my skin as fragile as a butterfly's wings.

After my family went bankrupt, I asked my billionaire husband for a loan.

Lucas Sterling took me to a tattoo parlor, raising an eyebrow at me.

"One million dollars for one tattoo. How much do you want to borrow?"

I knew this was his revenge, that I shouldn't touch his canary.

But I nodded anyway.

The first succubus tattoo landed on my private parts; I bit my tongue until it bled.

The second tattoo, the word "Harder" on my lower back, bled profusely.