Grace
Twenty-Three
A fter stopping to get some juice from the fridge - which I was so grateful for - Dante leads me to another room down the hall past the bedroom. His hand in mine the whole time. And although it’s only been about fifteen minutes since I saw Julian. I miss him.
What’s wrong with me? Why am I being so damn clingy?
Ha, I guess I’ve always been clingy when it comes to him.
He gestures for me to step in the room, Julian is sitting inside, next to what looks like a massage table. He’s wearing gloves and sipping on, yeah you guess it, a cup of tea. His eyes go straight to mine and he gives me a wide smile.
“Come lie here, treasure.” He taps on the bed, then raises his eyebrow at an almost naked Dante who follows me in.
“Been having fun without me it seems.” I wait for his rage, but he just grins again.
“I guess that means I get to have you to myself later.” He winks.
That last sentence makes my heart soar, I’ve been waiting for years to have Julian.
To see all of him, to feel all of him. To have him inside me.
And now I finally get the chance, I don’t think I can wait until later.
I need him now . Even though I’m still aching and sensitive from what's just happened. But it’s Julian, he’s harder to convince than Dante. He will make me wait.
Fucking prick.
Hasn’t three years been long enough?
Dante chuckles and shakes his head. I make my way across to Julian, leaning down to kiss him.
He puts down his tea, grabs the back of my thighs and lifts me onto his lap.
The cold metal of his belt buckle feels nice against the heated skin of my legs.
His hard dick twitches under the denim against my core making me moan into his mouth.
I hear Dante walk away, saying something about dinner.
Julian squeezes my ass, pinching and massaging my naked skin.
I start unbuttoning the buttons of his shirt, grazing my fingers down the skin as it gets exposed.
My body is exhausted from the multiple orgasms they’ve given me. But my heart begs me to take him.
“I love you, Grace.” He licks up my neck. “I’ve loved you for so fucking long. And now you’re mine.”
“Ours.” Dante calls from wherever he is.
“ Ours. ” Julian growls the word as I try and fail to hold back the giggle that escapes, his chest vibrating under my hands as I play with the patch of hair he has there. “You’re never leaving us, treasure. You’re ours to keep now. Until death do us part.”
“We’re not married, Julian.” I roll my eyes cheekily.
Although, I wouldn’t mind marrying them if it was legal. I would gladly wear two rings on my finger if it meant I was connected to them for life.
“ No, but that doesn’t mean we won’t treat you like a husband treats their wife.
We love you Grace. We belong to you now, just as much as you belong to us.
” His hands move from my ass to my back.
He starts stroking delicate strokes up and down my spine.
My body goes slack against him. “ Don’t leave us, treasure.
” I can’t promise anything so stay quiet, I don’t want to leave them, I never want to let them go.
But with his hot and cold personality, he might scare me away again.
His fingers glide from my back to my ribs, then down to my hips. “Fuck, I need you so bad.”
“I need you too.” I answer honestly.
“I shouldn’t have denied you all those times. I literally cockblocked myself for three years.” He kisses my neck. “I’m a fucking idiot.”
“No, you were being considerate considering that every time I tried to get you in bed I was drinking.” He moves lower, kissing the base of my throat.
“I get more confident with alcohol in me. And you're quite intimidating.” He laughs quietly. “So, thank you for not taking advantage of me. And I swear, if you tell me no when I’m sober, I will kick your ass. You have three years to make up for.”
“Hmm, I do.” He presses his lips to mine. “But first, I want to give you a tattoo.”
“What?” I lean back, look around and finally notice all the tattooing equipment. “You can tattoo ?”
“Yeah, it’s what I love to do. I even did it as a day job for a while. Until I couldn’t handle both jobs.” He lets out a heavy sigh.
“Julian.” My heart drops at that sigh. “You don’t have to do what you’re doing, you know that right? If you want to be a tattooist you can.”
“I know, treasure.” He pecks the corner of my mouth.
“Think about it, please Julian. I would hate for you to get caught one day. For us all to get caught. What would happen to the kids? Anya’s just had her baby, they need us to help them.
” Tears pool in my eyes. “I know you vowed to take out all the uncles. And we are so close to finding them all. But I don’t think I could carry on after, not if it means risking being taken away from my child. ”
“Grace.” I shake my head.
“I’ve never lived a normal life, Julian.
And now I have a chance to, with you. With Dante.
With the kids. Please, think about it, for me.
” I take his lips in mine. “I can’t lose you, Mr Stalker.
” I shuffle closer to him, working my way down his jaw to his throat, he groans deeply.
“I can’t lose you .” I kiss what must be a sensitive spot on his neck as he shivers.
“I will think about it, baby.” He promises.
“Now get on the table. I need to get started, the quicker it’s done, the quicker I get to be inside you.
” My whole body flushes. I’m not used to such words in real life.
“Fuck, I love how innocent you are.” He nips at my jaw.
“Up on the table, Grace. Because I swear if you grind against me one more time, I’ll take you here and now. And I know you need a break.”
“No, I need you. ” I moan, kissing his neck again. His hands hold my hips tight, stopping me from grinding on him.
“Table, now.” He groans under his breath.
“Okay.” I giggle, climbing off him. “Do you have a design in mind or do I get to pick?”
“I know exactly what I want to do, treasure. You just have to choose where you want it.” He adjusts himself and takes a shaky breath.
“Wherever it hurts less.” I smile.
“Arm or thigh.” He smiles back, straightening his gloves.
“Umm,” I look between my arm and leg, “I dunno.” I shrug.
“Arm.” Dante says from the doorway. “Trust me, you would want to show off Julian's work. I do.” He flexes his arm where the cerberus tattoo sits. “He did this one too.” He strokes the cherry blossom and Chinese dragon tattoo I picked. To my disappointment, he now has on some grey jogging bottoms.
“You did?” I gasp, facing Julian who is popping ink into little pots.
“I did. He wouldn’t let me change a thing. Said someone special picked the design. I guess that was you?” He chuckles.
“Yeah.” I bite my lip. “So what are you doing for me?”
“It’s a surprise.” I try to take a closer look at the colours. I see a mix of oranges, yellows and red. They remind me of flames.
“Uh-uh.” Dante’s fingers lift my chin to face him. “No peeking, gattina. ” I glare at him playfully. “If you keep trying to look, I will just have to distract you.” He hands me a fresh cup of coffee.
“Keep pumping me with drinks and snacks and I guess I won't look,” I smirk. “I need to regain some energy.”
“You’ll spoil your dinner.” He tuts. “But, I can distract you another way.”
“Hmm, how.” Julian pulls down the sleeve of the robe, leaving me half naked on the table. Then starts to clean the spot where he’s about to tattoo.
“Stay still, treasure.” Julian picks up the tattoo gun and a buzzing sound fills the room. “No matter what.” The tone in his voice is playful as he smiles at Dante. “Now, don’t look.”
I take a sip of my coffee as he starts, I thought it would hurt more, but instead it feels good.
Really good.
It reminds me of that one time…
“Why do you have so many tattoos?” I ask Mr Stalker, he has just taken his shirt and pants off for them to dry after being caught in the pouring rain.
Yet he still keeps the fucking mask on.
God, what I wouldn’t do to see what's under there.
I hand him a towel and put his clothes in the dryer, noticing his legs are covered in tattoos, everything from a large scorpion on his left thigh to smaller random patterns on his right. I try to take a closer look, but they’re soon covered by the towel he wraps around his waist.
“Spoilsport.” I pout.
“Do you want the honest truth?” He lifts me in his arms and sits on the sofa with me in his lap. “I don’t want you to judge me, treasure.”
“I won’t.” I lean back against his chest, purposely lifting my top up to feel his skin against mine. “I promise”
“Getting tattooed is my form of self harm without actually harming myself.” He sighs quietly behind his mask. “Tattooing hurts, but not as much as slicing or burning, it’s a welcoming pain that leaves an artistic scar.”
“Oh,” I nod. “That makes sense.” I stroke over his shoulder and down his arm to his cerberus tattoo, the only one on the upper half of his body. “I never really thought about getting one, but lately I’ve been thinking about it a lot.”
“Yeah?”
“Hmm, I wouldn’t know what to get though. Or where to get it.”
“I know exactly what you should get.” He slides a gloved hand up my calf, “maybe one day I can take you to get one.”
“Maybe.” I breathe, focusing on the light massage he’s giving me. “That feels so nice.”
“Lie on the sofa, treasure. I’ll give you a proper massage.”
A welcoming pain. I understand now.
We all sit in silence, letting Julian concentrate on his work.
Everytime he goes to get more ink or wipes away the falling blood, he places light kisses over my neck or jaw.
I finish my coffee and the sliced apple Dante brings in for me once my stomach starts rumbling, and now with nothing to focus on, I start looking around the room.
It’s bare, no decorations at all. The only furniture is the chairs, table for the equipment, and massage table.
I find myself slowly turning to watch Julian work.