Page 69 of Born into Chaos

I kiss his chest and whisper, “I’m sorry.”

“Will you design a tattoo for me?”

Surprised, I lift my head to see him better. “What?”

One of his hands is resting behind his head and the other is still running through my hair when he shrugs and gives me a sweet smile. “I’ve always wanted to ask you. That’s why I saved a few spots.”

I’d noticed that he had a few blank patches of skin on his arms and chest, but I’d just assumed he didn’t want anything there.

I smile down at him. “I’d love to.”

He smiles back and then taps my cheek. “Let me see those nudes.”

I groan and get my sketchbook. When I’ve grabbed it from my bag, I hand it over and say, “Don’t laugh too hard.”

He gives me a wink. “No promises.”

Leaning back against the headboard, he motions for me to join him and then wraps his arm around me before he opens the book. He looks through every page, admiring the drawings of Val and the many sketches of Isabella and Roma before getting to the gnomes I’ve recently become obsessed with. Their funny faces fill several pages, and he smiles as he looks through them.

“You really are incredible,” he tells me, and I can’t help but light up a bit at his praise.

When he turns the page and gets to the porny section of my sketchpad, I groan and feel my cheeks heat up. He laughs, just like I knew he would. The first couple of pages aren’t all that bad. They’re mainly sketches of his face, several of him without a shirt, and looking at them now, I can see I wasn’t nearly as generous with the muscles, and I hadn’t gotten any of the tattoos right because I’d never seen him without a shirt on. I’d gotten glimpses of him the night he was stabbed because Pyotr had ripped his shirt off to work on him, but he’d been covered in blood, and I’d been scared to death and blinded by fear. When I’d visited him in the hospital, he’d been covered in bandages.

“Wow,” he whispers and laughs again when he turns the page and sees the fully naked drawings I’d done of him. “You shortchanged me, sweetheart, and that hurts.”

“I thought I was being really generous,” I tell him.

“You were, but not generous enough. This will never do,pcholka. You’re going to have to draw me again, this time adding some girth and a couple of inches, and I want you to add yourself in there as well.”

“Doing?”

“So many things,” he says with a grin. “I want a picture of you riding me, giving me a blowjob,” he raises a brow at me and adds, “bending over. When you’re done, I’m going to frame them and hang them all over our bedroom.”

“That’s never going to happen. When my dad decides that he no longer wants to kill you, he’s going to want to visit, and I will die if he ever sees drawings like that of us.”

“Fair enough,” Vitya agrees, “but I still want them. I’ll keep them safely tucked away, just for us to look at when we want.”

“Can I fix all my imperfections and make my breasts bigger?”

“What imperfections? And fuck no you can’t.” He sets the sketchpad aside so he can cup my breast in his hand. “You are perfect just as you are, and you’re not to change a single goddamn detail.”

When he lowers his head to my chest, I lean back and thread my fingers in his hair. He worships my body, reminding me withevery soft kiss and every teasing suck that he loves me, and when he slides back into me, I’m more than ready for him.

True to his word, Vitya keeps me up all night, and by the time we fall asleep tangled in each other’s arms, I’m sore and completely and utterly spent. When we wake, it’s nearly one in the afternoon, and Vitya’s arm is wrapped snugly around my body, keeping me pressed firmly against him. His face is buried in my neck, and when I start to wiggle away, he grunts and tightens his grip on me.

“Vitya, I have to pee,” I tell him, wiggling harder to try and unlock his embrace.

“Mm-mm,” he groans, and when I feel the hard length of him digging into the crack of my ass, I kiss his arm and say, “I love you, but no way in hell is that happening right now. My bladder is about to explode.”

He gives a soft laugh and lets me go.

“It’s one o’clock, by the way,” I tell him as I race to the bathroom.

“What the fuck?”

I shut the door on his adorably confused face and take care of business. By the time I get out, he’s shoving on a pair of jeans and grabbing a dark grey henley. While I get dressed, he uses the bathroom, and when he comes back out, the first thing he does is pull me in for a hug before his lips find mine and he gives me the scorching hot good-morning kiss I’ve always dreamed of. When he pulls back, I’m a bit dazed and it takes me a second to get my bearings. He cups my face and smiles down at me.

“I can’t believe I get to do that anytime I want now.”

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