Chapter 53 TATTOOS
Madison's POV
I was all wet
But I was enjoying it.
I bit my lips, watching him.
My eyes lazily dropped close. I battled to keep it open, sweeping my hair to the side of my face.
"You good?" He asked, his voice hoarse.
I nodded, unable to say anything. My throat felt dry from earlier.
Hell, I couldn't even look at him except he was turning towards a different direction.
The courage I had from earlier had disappeared after he turned me down.
" I'd gladly fuck your tight, sweet cunt. " He growled, his hot breath on my neck. "But at my own pace."
At his own pace.
Urgh! It sucked more thinking about what he said.
"Words, Raven."
"Yes. Yes, Don." I glanced at him quickly.
He pulled me further into the building, his hands not leaving mine.
After he said whatever he said, he carried himself out like nothing even happened. I was shocked and at the same time not surprised too. Was I expecting him to worship the ground I walked on?
It wasn't like it was his first time getting his cock sucked.
I just wanted to tick it off my wishlist and check my skills and yeah, I was good.
At least, his expression told me so. It didn't look like what he was faking.
We made a stop somewhere but I wasn't allowed to come down from the car and two guards stood by each side of the car, guarding me.
Or rather, preventing me from running
After he was done, we drove down home. Well, that was the intention until our car broke down halfway and we lost network reception. The clouds had darkened and then few minutes later, it started to rain - unannounced.
Wow. Just wow.
Luckily, he knew somewhere we could spend the night - a motel to be precise - and that was where we ran to under the rain, getting drenched.
Like little kids.
"We'd leave tomorrow. By then, Stefan will find us." Alessandro said, his voice a little sour.
My eyes scanned the room he had dragged me into, taking in its small cozy environment. Everything inside was small, from the space itself to the bed and the nightstand. Just everything.
Here, I felt so much closer to him. No escaping.
"It's fine." I said, looking at my drenched shirt and skirt, distracting myself from panicking. "We just have to get changed."
He turned to look at me, raking his eyes around my body, his eyes hooded. "Hmmm. I think I like this view more."
"Of course you would." I chuckled, almost rolling my eyes before I remembered who I was dealing with.
He stopped in front of me, raising my face up by my chin. "You don't fucking know how hot you look when you're wet."
My breath hitched, my mouth falling open slightly.
His words. They weren't so innocent.
"Very soon, I'd show you."
How soon?
I bit my lips, holding back those words from slipping off.
"Fucking tease." He pulled my bottom lips away from my mouth. His hands went to my face, closing my eyes. "Don't fucking look at me that way."
I smiled down at the ground, tucking my hair behind the back of my hair.
Why was he so touchy?
Why was my heart beating so fast?
"I'll go find us something to wear. If I don't, then we'd sleep naked." He said nonchalantly.
My body jerked up, my eyes going wide at his retreating figure.
Yes I'd love to sleep naked, next to him but what if my body turns him off?
What if he found out how my stomach was not so flat and probably found fault with the size?
Rest, Madison. This man has seen you naked before when he sucked on your pussy.
In my defence, the room wasn't so bright and he didn't stay for long.
He could stay up all night, picking out my imperfection.
He didn't do it in Florida. Why now?
Fair point.
"I couldn't find much but they swore this was new." Alessandro barged in, holding a loosed gown up on one hand and a short and vintage shirt.
I shrugged, taking it from him. "This will do. Thank you, Alessandro." I stood on the tip of my toe, placing a chaste kiss on his cheek before running into the bathroom.
I had no idea why I did that. I'd just pin it on the adrenaline.
I didn't hear his sound or anything until I was done with freshening up. When I got outside, he quickly rushed inside the bathroom, not sparing me a glance.
Maybe it was a bad idea to peck him.
I sat at the edge of the bed nervously, waiting for him to come out so I could apologize.
I bobbed my legs up and down, gripping the edge of the bed to ease my nerves.
When the door opened, I stood up immediately. He raised his eyebrow at me. "Is anything the matter?"
"About w.. what I did." I started, swallowing hard.
He rolled his eyes, lightly. As he walked past me, he spun me around by my waist, pulling us to the small bed.
The bed was so small, he covered half of the space and there wasn't so much space to turn. We literally had to squash ourselves together.
"You did a lot today, Raven. So which of it." He spoke after pulling me into his chest, my hand and the side of my face landing on his bare chest.
They were cold, sending chill waves down my body.
Apparently, he didn't button the vintage shirt not because he couldn't but because it didn't have buttons.
"Relax, Raven. It's just us." He whispered, rubbing my hair soothingly. I sighed, relaxing into him just like he suggested.
I didn't even realize I was so tensed.
"It was about the kiss." I told him, using the tip of finger to trace his tattoo, mesmerized.
This was the first time I was having a really close view of his chest and the tattoos on it.
On the side of his lower stomach, a drawing of a scorpion sat there and just on his chest, where his heart was beating from, a drawing of an angel with wing, holding a half shaped heart was there.
Hiding under it was a scar, not so visible. You would barely see it. Instinctively, my hand traced it
His breath hitched, his hand wrapping around mine.
He looked down at me, his eyes dark.
"It's beautiful." I whispered softly.
Everything about his body was beautiful.
Yeah, including what you're thinking.
His eyes softened, leaving my hand. "They are not just there for fancy. They all have meaning."
"Really?" I glanced at him and then at the angel tattoo. "Does this mean you returned part of your heart to an angel?"
He chuckled softly and then it turned into a laugh. I sat up a bit, admiring his white teeth and beautiful smile.
His voice? Very melodic.
"Okay, that got me." He licked his lips. "Okay, that's close. Try others."
"So you'll laugh at me? I'll pass." I shook my head, my eyes catching onto a bird on his upper left arm. At the lower part was a chain and skull.
I dragged my hand down until it reached the back of his palm.
"Brute" I read out. It was what was written at the back of his fingers. In capital letter.
"It's a code name. I am known to be brutal, cruel and a beast." He looked into my eyes, his piercing deeply into mine like he was looking for something.
"That's cool." I said, moving my hand up to the bird. "And this?"
"That's a Raven." He simply said. Then our eyes met and he shook his head quickly. "Its been there since I was 16. It was my second tattoo after getting this Brute."
"Oh"
"It saved me from depression. The Raven Bird." He explained. "I learnt a lot from observing it. It interested me so much as a child and preoccupied my mind while I was depressed." He sighed heavily. "Until it disappeared."
My heart broke as I stared at him. "Sorry about that."
He nodded curtly.
"The chain and skull should depict the Mafia world, right?"
"Now that's it." He cheered, pushing me up a bit. I watched him as he pushed his shirt off him.
My eyes moved to the other hand. From his wrist up to his elbow, there was a drawing of a hand armor and on his forearm was a hand touching a dying rose.
"Anything i touch dies." He spoke, looking at me. His eyes soft
"That's deep." I said lowly.
"I wasn't made to preserve. I was made to kill." He scoffed. "This is an armour. I just liked it and got it."
"So I can get one too?" I asked, still admiring the work of art on his body.
"What would you want to get?"
"Hmmm. I don't know yet." I shrugged.
"Anytime you're ready, Raven."
"Why do you call me Raven? Do I look like the bird?"
He laughed, shaking his head. "Your hair. The color is as black as that of a raven though and black is just my favourite." He answered honestly.
I smiled softly, looking down.
Now that I knew this, I was never going to change the color of my hair.
No wonder he didn't want me to either.
He suddenly held my hand, his grip tight. Startled by the sudden act, I jerked. My eyes fell on his stern ones.
He squeezed my hand, groaning in pain.
"What's the matter?" I asked, panic in my tone.
"I..." He raised his hand, stopping it mid air. His other hand was placed on his chest.
He looked like he was in pain.
My eyes stung with tears as I looked at the direction he pointed - the door - it didn't make any sense.
He wanted me to get help?
"Do you want me to get help?" I asked, standing up. I didn't want to get him out of my sight.
I wanted to be there for him.
He shook his head, his hand wrapped around my wrist- tight and secure. "I don't know what to do. Can you please tell me anything?" I cried, almost pissing myself.
He opened his mouth and closed, his eyes dropping slowly. I placed my hand on his chest - his heart beat were slowing down.
And then his hand fell. His body lifeless.
Oh my God!