"If you want to look at them all you gotta do is ask sweetheart." My eyes darted up to him, not realizing when he had woken up, now watching me. Without taking his eyes off me he shifts so he is leaning up. Reaching down with one hand he grabs the bottom of his white tee and pulls it up, over his head in one swift motion. Discarding it on the floor beside the bed. His tattoos now on full display along with the rest of his torso and defined abs. Without being able to resist my eyes start to wander, eager to see more of him. Starting with his tattoos I examine each one wanting to see every design and detail. My hand trailing down his body as I inspect them, runs over a jagged line of raised skin. Looking closer I can make out a scar underneath the ink.
"How did you get this?" I ask, scanning over the rest of his skin I see multiple others, all varying in shapes and sizes. When he doesn't say anything I assume he isnt going to tell me. I ignore the slight sting of hurt that he can't share his life with me when he places his over mine on the scar.
"I was eleven. My father had brought me to one of his meetings. His men had just caught a man who was stealing money from one of the businesses behind his back. He walked me into a room with that man tied to a chair and handed me his gun. He had wanted me to kill him, become a made man. At my young age I didn't want to, so I refused him, which in turn made my father incredibly angry. He walked over to the man cutting loose his hands and setting a knife down on his lap. He laughed as he told him it was his lucky day. That he was about to have another chance to live. As he walked past me towards the door he called out saying only one of you will come out of this door. If it is not you Nicoli, then you did not deserve to run this family and are no use to me as a son. Closing the door I heard the man cutting himself from the chair. Once free he lunged for me, stabbing me in the stomach." He pauses in his memory. "Shortly after I walked out of that room a made man, I had done what my father wanted but that night he had beat me in punishment for my hesitation."
Tears welled in my eyes at how horrible a father would have to be to do that to a boy so young. "How could he do that to his own son?" I question horrified. I feel sympathy for the little boy who was back in that room. Forced to kill or be killed as his father didn’t care if he lived or died.
"The same way a father could beat his daughter." Grabbing my chin he forces me to look at him.
"Don't pity me. I may not like my father but he made me into the man I am today. He made me strong and pulled the weakness from my life, created a man to fear among many. And if it weren't for him I wouldn't be in this position, I wouldn't be here with you in my bed." The corner of his lips turn up in a sexy grin. "So, now that you got to inspect my body do I get to inspect yours?" He cocks an eyebrow up as he changes the subject.
"I don't have any tattoos or scars to inspect like you." I give an awkwardly nervous giggle.
In a quick movement he rolls us over pinning me down onto the bed with his body.
"I'm not interested in looking for scars or tattoos Lil."
Lil? Did he just call me by a nickname? A grin pulls at my lips and my heart warms at the small casual gesture.
"So what are you interested in looking at?"
He dips his head down towards me, nuzzling into my neck. He brushes a kiss against my skin before nipping at my throat.
"Why don't I show you instead?" He continues to move his lips down my neck stopping at the collar on the shirt. Pushing himself up a little he grabs my wrists pushing them above my head, holding them in his steel tight grasp. Dropping his head down to mine he steals my lips in a kiss. He moves them against mine in clear need, desire rolling off of him. I part my lips allowing him to kiss me fully as he slips his tongue inside. With my hands still pinned, I feel his other making it's way down my body to my waist. I can feel his rough hand against the bare skin.
Wrapping his large hand around my waist he pushes me down farther into the bed in an attempt to contain himself. The rough forceful action lights a fire of need inside me as my hips try to lift up slightly searching for his body. Holding me firmly down for a moment longer before releasing his grip brushing them up and under the shirt I have on. Making his way up to my breast, he pulls away, breaking our kiss looking up at me. Silently asking for permission. Allowing me a chance to stop him, but I
