Page 24 of Marked By Myth

Tossing up with her hating me more than she did and actually finding a way to keep her here at her choice, I entered her birthdate.

Nope.

Hm…okay. I remembered the date she met the pompous prick and entered that in. Nope.

Well at least she didn’t love him enough for that. Thinking of a date it could possibly be, I wondered if she would be daring enough to do it.

Fuck it.

I entered our wedding date. 3110.

The screen unlocked. My heart was in my throat.

It was our wedding date?

Flicking to the last message he sent, I read:

BECK

This isn’t okay, Roxana. You had rules if I allowed you to go over there. Why aren’t you picking up? Do I need to come there myself? Call me in the next half an hour or I’ll be forced to come get you.

This motherfucker.

Who the fuck talks to my ol’ lady like that?

A dead man, that’s who.

Angry, and more than a little pissed off, I moved in front of Rox, pushing my fingers into her pussy slightly, but not enough to wake her, and took a selfie with her passed out and naked behind me, making sure my fingers were visible. I pulled my fingers free and licked them clean, loving the taste of her in my mouth once more, and I sent it off with a message.

She’s a little busy right now. But feel free to come here and face me, moron. Sincerely, her husband.

I switched her phone off so she didn’t get woken up by this nitwit and headed out the door of the room, and into Ink’s. He was our resident tattoo artist, and our secretary for services. I knew he always kept a portable tattoo gun in here for practising.

There, in his second drawer, I found it, with his ink kits. I took them, knowing he wouldn’t mind helping his prez out, and headed back to my room. The club girl from yesterday–fuck, what was her name? Disney? Jasmine— saw me, my cock out, and naked in the hall. Her eyebrows rose as she took me in, her eyes glazing at me like I was some kind of forbidden treat. All the girls did. What was it about the president patch that had girls wanting to jump on and ride me?

“No,” I said, firmly. She skittered away like a scared little rat and I entered my room. Rox was still asleep, and that had me hard, just looking at the soft rise and fall of her chest. She’d been so utterly perfect for me, coming on demand, and putting up with the endless pounding. Even still, she had my cock rising to the occasion. I stroked him a few times, the ache never going away when it came to her.

I set up the ink kit beside her, on the wooden block so it didn’t spill, and prepped her tummy with the wipes in the kit.

I was really going to do it.

Yep, that asshole set me off. I had to mark my territory. And she was always mine. I’d grovel if I had to in order to get her back. I’d do anything for her.

Pushing the button on the end of the gun, the soft buzzing of the machine worried me that she’d wake, but she didn’t. My cock rested on her pussy, while I positioned myself between her thighs. The first line would be the test.

Slowly, I drew a line just over her belly button to the side. She bristled slightly, her hips moving, my cock gliding over her pussy lips. Oh yeah, my baby still loved pain. I made my first letter. As I moved across her stomach, I made sure each letter was the same length and width. I hadn’t tattooed in a while, but it was like riding a bike.

Underneath her belly button, I started on the next word. Smirking with every letter.

She was still writhing underneath me, her moans turning guttural. Her pussy was wet under my cock. She loved it.

Slowly, I slipped my cock into her, inch by delicious inch. She moaned, her back arching slightly but not enough to wake her.

Fuck me.

I could fuck her senseless right now, plant as much seed in her as I could and grow my baby in this delicious body. That had my balls pulling tight already at the thought of her round with my child.

But I didn’t want her to hate me forever. I wanted it to be her choice, even if I had wanted to be selfish earlier. I still did, but I needed her to love me again.