Chapter 68 The tattoo - Miguel
The bedroom is still shrouded in darkness when I wake up, my internal clock always waking me up way before an alarm clock does.
I'm in the best position with Madison's ass in my crotch and my arm slung over her chest as she sleeps in the crook of my other arm.
Just a few more months, and I can make this an every day reality.
Is it going to be weird to other people?
Probably.
But my whole life has been determined by others, so now I don't give a fuck anymore. I probably should since I'm planning to do a hostile takeover of my family's company.
All those old, traditional fuckers who believes in old money and values when they have none.
And that's why I'm rather doing business with Alessandro Moretti. He might be ex-mafia, but he's honorable in both business and family. Principles I want in my own life, even though I've never had much of a family.
What my father's family did give me, however, was a sizable trust fund, which I used to buy stocks and invested in various businesses in the Moretti enterprise.
Let's just say, I might be a Navy Seal, but those business decisions I made when I was twenty-one years old, has made me a wealthy man.
It was all strategic, of course. Madison is a rich girl, even though she's not one of those girls who has their nose in the air, she deserves to live the life she has grown accustomed to. She doesn't need it, but I want to be the man who gives it to her.
She stirs in my arms, and I try to keep extra still to not disturb her, even though my dick is rock-hard. She's tired, and I know her schedule allows her to stay in bed today, they move into the theater tomorrow.
Yes, I hacked their system, so I took the day off today. Lucille knows to call me only if there's an emergency, which I honestly hope doesn't happen.
"Miguel." She murmurs groggily, making me even harder at the sound of my name coming from her lips.
"Ssshhhh, it's still early, sleep." I brush the hair out of her neck, and kiss the smooth skin there.
"I want...." She moans, circling her hips, making me groan.
"What do you want?" I open her leg, throwing it over my hip, and adjusting so that I can reach her opening. "Do you want me to fuck you?"
I push only my tip inside, restraining myself to push all the way into her tight, wet heat. There's nothing better in this life than being inside Madison Smith. If I had known she tastes this sweet, I might have chased her a little earlier.
She pushes back against me, arching her back, asking for more. My hand tightens on her leg, wanting to prolong this, but I can't have my girl begging when she's tired, so I push all the way inside, her heat threatening to burn me.
Every time I push inside her, it feels like I'm going to cum, and I have to think about countries at war to keep it in.
"Fuck me hard." She moans like a wanton little kitten, and I do just that,screwing my eyes shut as I ram into her from behind, her screams ricocheting from the walls of the hotel room.
I wish I could see the way she is strumming her clit while I hit her G-spot repeatedly, her pussy a sloppy mess as it fucking sucks my dick deep inside her before it starts pulsing and stealing every drop of sperm inside me.
I want to bite her, mark her, claim her as mine so the whole world can see, but I know that won't go down well at the company if she pitches up with bite marks and love bites all over her body.
"Jesus woman." I bury my face in her hair, and lower her leg but staying inside her. If we could spend the day like this, it would be perfect.
She spoils that idea, though, by pushing off me and getting up to go to the bathroom. I watch her elegant little body as she leaves me, a pink shade on her cheeks when she returns and watches me lying there stretched out with my hands behind my head.
I've fucked her in every hole, in numerous positions, yet she's still shy around me.
I don't blame her. Me becoming her lover, and in the circumstances we did, was not exactly on her bingo card.
I watch her get on the bed, and pausing in shock when she sees the tattoo on the underside of my bicep. Usually, it's pretty much hidden, because I didn't want that asshole seeing it.
Her fingers trace the outline of the pointes, her blush deepening. "What is this?"
"What do you think it is?" I ask, keeping my gaze on her facial expressions.
Her eyes move from the tattoo to mine. "But why?"
I get on my elbows and bring her closer to my lips by the back of her neck, brushing my lips against hers. I want to touch her every way that I can before I leave and before she has to leave South Korea, too.
"I used to watch you dance at school. I used to hide in the auditorium while you rehearsed."
Her eyes widen. "Was it you that stole my pointes!"
I chuckle against her lips. "It was indeed me, and I got it tattooed when I turned eighteen."
"But why?" She asks again, frowning.
"Because my life was so shit and watching you dance made it all seem better somehow." I tell her honestly. "Every time something bad happened at home, I would find out where you danced and I would go watch, even if it was only a glimpse when you were training."
She still looks confused, like what I have been telling her yesterday is still not true.
"I still have that pointes. I can't take it with me everywhere I go, so the tattoo reminds me of you instead." I kiss the gasp coming from her mouth. "I told you, Madison Smith, I have wanted you since the first moment you got out of that car. Only this time, I'm not letting anyone come between us again."