Page 127 of Born into Mayhem
“You ready?” Benny asks.
“I’m ready,” Dario tells him, giving me a wink.
I walk over and stand beside him, watching as Benny gets to work. When my name is stenciled above Dario’s heart, I lean down and kiss my husband. After the name is set, Benny adds a little witch’s hat at the end and a curled up viper.
“You like it?” Benny asks.
Instead of answering, Dario looks to me, and when I quickly shake my head, he tells Benny, “Go ahead and make it permanent.”
While I watch my husband get my name permanently etched onto his beautiful chest, I squeeze his hand, touched that he wanted to do this and that he’s included images that represent his two favorite terms of endearment for me:streghetta miaandpiccola vipera. There’s no mistaking that the Mia on his chest is me.
While Benny works, Dario keeps his arm around my waist, hand resting on my hip, and when it’s done, I clap my hands and smile.
“I love it,” I say, unable to stop smiling.
Dario reaches up to cup my face. His thumb trails along my skin while Benny rubs ointment on the new tattoo and puts a piece of plastic wrap over it.
“I’m glad you like it,amore.”
“I love it,” I correct, and then I turn to Benny. “My turn.”
Dario raises a dark brow at me. “What are you up to,streghetta mia?”
I shrug and motion with my finger for him to hop up so I can have the chair. When I get in it and start to unbutton my jeans, both men look at me like I’ve lost my mind. Benny’s look is more of aJesus, please don’t do anything that’s going to make your husband kill meand Dario’s is pure,Careful, little viper, I will spank your ass in public.
I laugh and tug my jeans and boy shorts down just enough to reveal the skin beneath my scar. “Relax,” I tell them both. “I just want it right here.”
Molly laughs at their reaction and kisses her husband’s head as she walks behind him to gather more supplies. When I explain what I want, my husband’s dark eyes soften before he leans down to kiss me.
I rest back in the chair, trusting Benny to do an amazing job of it. He’s quiet while he works, and one of my favorite things about Benny is that he doesn’t ask any questions, not when he did the Grim Reaper tattoo for me, not when he sees my family and their obvious Bratva tattoos, not about the obvious scar he’s tattooing under, and not when he just saw the Alessi name written along Dario’s forearm. Benny’s a smart man, and he’s earned our trust.
When it’s finished, he holds up a mirror so I can easily see it. Dario’s name is written in a pretty script and next to it is a sunflower.
He knows he’s my sun and that I’ll always want to be near him, but he still smiles so goddamn sweetly every time I say it.
After we’ve paid Benny and left a big tip, we walk back to our bikes. Before I can pull my helmet on, Dario cups my face and leans down to kiss me. It’s deep and hungry, and when it pulls a moan from my chest, he grins against my lips and pulls back.
“Don’t come on that motorcycle,amore,” he warns me. “I want to be the one to do that.”
I grin and grab my helmet. “No promises,” I say before shoving it on and starting my bike. I don’t wait for him. Instead I pull out of the parking lot and race down the dark street. Chancing a quick look behind me, I’m not surprised to see his bike’s headlight racing towards me. The loud rumble of his engine is louder than mine, deeper and more powerful, but my short ass was never going to be able to handle a bike like his, and I’m okay with that. Mine is smaller, though, so when I see an opening, I take it, whipping around a car so I can stay ahead of Dario.
I know he’s close. I can feel his intense stare, and when the street opens up and I go even faster, I hear him right behind me. When I rockmy hips, feeling the powerful vibration between my legs, he revs his engine in warning. I could easily get myself off, but I don’t. I want the tease more than anything else right now, and when I rock my hips again, he speeds up so he’s right next to me. I glance over to see him shaking his black helmet from side to side in an obviousdon’t you fucking dareway.
I grin and speed up ahead of him, reaching our house and sliding into the garage seconds before he pulls in behind me. I’ve barely gotten my helmet off before he’s towering over me, picking me up like I weigh nothing and carrying me inside. His mouth is hot on my neck, kissing and sucking the delicate skin until my nails are scratching through his scalp and my body is shaking with the need for him to take me.
We were given the all clear a week ago, but I know he still worries about hurting me. I’m not in the mood for gentle right now, though, and when I bite his bottom lip and pull his hair, he groans and carries me up the stairs. I’m already tugging on his shirt, pulling it up his back, when he lays me down on the bed. Yanking it over his head and tossing it aside, I stop to admire the way my name looks on his chest before I reach for the button on his jeans. As soon as I’ve got the zipper down, I reach in, grabbing his thick cock and pulling it free.
“Fuck,” he groans, rocking his hips and thrusting into my hand while he tugs my shirt off and makes quick work of my bra. “Pants off. Now,” he growls, tugging at my jeans as I lift my ass so he can pull them off, taking my boy shorts with them.
His fingers run along my body, grazing my pierced nipples, and then dipping lower to caress my stomach and run over my scar. He ghosts them over the wrap that covers my new tattoo and groans.
“Goddamn,amore. I had no idea you could get any sexier. You look beautiful with my name on your skin, and seeing it drives me fucking crazy.”
Dragging his fingers lower, he cups my pussy in a possessive grip that’s tight enough to part my lips as one of his fingers dips inside.
“So wet for me,piccola vipera.” He slowlyfingers me, making me squirm beneath him while his dark eyes watch me. “Did you come on the ride home? I saw you rocking your hips, so fucking hungry for my cock you couldn’t hold still.” The pad of his thumb grazes my clit, making me gasp at the rush of pleasure. “Hmm,amore? Did you disobey me and come?”
“No,” I moan, rocking my hips to meet him. “But I’m about to.”
