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“I did think about it,” I murmur, chewing on my lip. “But… in the end, there was no way I could’ve done it. I didn’t want to lose you guys, even when I thought that was the right thing to do. And you were right. The outward mark is just a signifier of something deeper. Something I couldn’t have erased even if I wanted to.”
He hums his approval at that, and when I sneak a glance up at his face, his gray eyes are fierce. His expression is full of love, Malice-style, and it makes me feel so treasured to bask under the warmth of it.
“Even if you had gotten it removed, I would’ve just given you another one when you came back,” he tells me. “Because yeah, it’s about the feeling, but I like to see the marks there too.”
“Possessive bastard,” I mutter, but I’m smiling.
“You know it. There are only two other people in the entire world who are allowed to touch you, and everyone else needs to know that you’re already ours. That you’ve been claimed by me and my brothers.”
My heart races at the conviction in his words, and my sore pussy clenches around nothing as my body reacts. Even though I’m not the one getting tattooed this time, I can still feel myself getting turned on, and I have to pull the tattoo gun away from Malice’s skin for a bit to take a breath.
He looks a little smug, as if he knows exactly why I needed to take a break, but judging from the way his pants are tenting again, I’m not the only one who’s been affected.
Luckily, there’s not much more to do on the tattoo. I pull back, eyeing it a bit, and then go back in, adding a line here or darkening a section there. It’s simple, nowhere near as ornate as some of the tattoos he’s given me, but I’m proud of it all the same.
I wipe away the extra ink and blood one last time, and then stand back, switching off the gun.
“Okay, I’m done.”
Malice looks down at his chest to see what I’ve put on him, and suddenly, a rush of nerves rise up again. I know what he said before, but what if he decides it was a bad idea to let someone with no experience put something permanent on his body?
I did the best I could, but I’m no expert. I don’t even think I would qualify as a novice.
But then Malice smiles, and when he looks up at me, his eyes are molten and proud.
“It’s fucking perfect,” he says gruffly.
Finally, I let out a breath. “I’m glad you like it.”
It doesn’t look that bad, if I do say so myself. It’s not crooked, at least, and it seems to fit in on his chest, nestled between all the other stark black lines and curves and angles of his other tattoos.
Just above his heart, I’ve drawn the letter W in smooth lines.
My initial, just like he tattooed his and his brothers’ initials on me.
“Why just the W?” Malice asks, his gaze dropping to the tattoo again.
I shrug a shoulder. “I was raised as Willow Hayes because that was Misty’s last name, but… that doesn’t really feel right anymore. Then I found out I was a Stanton, but there’s no way in hell I’m taking that name after everything that’s happened. Then I was forced to marry Troy, but even though I’m leveraging being his widow to make moves against my grandmother, I’m never going to consider myself a Copeland. So it’s just W for Willow. That’s the simplest, purest part of me, I guess. The part I’ve always been no matter what else has changed. Just me. That’s the mark I wanted to put on you.”
Malice’s jaw tightens when I bring up the Stanton name and Troy, but by the time I finish speaking, his expression has cleared.
“Moja dusha prinadlezhit Tebe,” he murmurs.
Before I can ask what he said, he’s pulling me closer, threading his fingers into my hair and dragging me into a messy kiss. With his lips on mine, I lose track of everything else, gripping his shoulders and trying to keep myself afloat.
So when the door opens and Ransom and Vic come in, I jump in surprise.
Malice keeps a hold on me, not letting me go anywhere, and his brothers immediately pick up on what’s going on. The air in the room seems to thicken as they take in the fact that I’m completely naked, and my hair is probably still a mess from getting fucked on the couch.
“Well, well,” Ransom drawls. “What have you two been up to?”
“Sex,” Vic answers, and I’m honestly not sure if he’s teasing us, or if he’s just such a literal person that he’s answering his brother’s question.
“Damn, I see how it is. Let us go do all the work while you stay home and fuck Willow.”
Ransom isdefinitelyteasing us, but I can hear something else in his voice too. Relief and pride. All of the brothers are aware of what a big step this is for me, and I’m grateful all over again that they’ve never been the types to get jealous of each other or the time each of them spends with me. They know I love them all, and I know they love me.
Malice flips them both off, deepening our kiss in what I’m sure is meant to be a show for his brothers as his hands grope roughly at my body. Then he finally releases me, stretching a little as I step back.
