Ethan Klein Tattoo Novels & Stories

Because Ethan was already in the pool. And even though she'd seen him shirtless before, the sight of him now made her mouth go completely dry. Ethan was leaning against the edge of the pool, his arms resting on the ledge, water droplets sliding down his tanned, sculpted chest. His dark hair was wet, pushed back from his face, making his sharp jawline even more prominent. His chest rose and fell with each breath, water glistening on his perfect abs, those six distinct ridges she'd seen before but somehow looked even more defined now, wet and catching the sunlight. The spider tattoo on his right chest, just below his collarbone, looked even more striking against his wet skin. The dragon on his

The curtain partition slid down, cutting off that broad yet lonely silhouette. I let out a long breath and slid my finger to answer the call. “Say what you need to say. I’m busy.” On the other end of the phone, Ethan’s voice came through, amidst a noisy background, as obnoxious as ever. “Busy with what? Counting ants in that crappy tattoo shop? Tomorrow night’s charity gala. You have to be there.” I frowned. “Not going. I’m busy.” “Don’t be like that, my dear Miss Rivers!” Ethan panicked.

It’s what I love to do and eventually Em with be with us too and it will be all good. Raine hummed in approval and I turned off the shower. Getting out, I was thankful Sam put a new towel out for me. After dressing, I pulled up my purple hair up in a high pony tail. Turning to the side, I liked how the purple played with the black of my tattoo. I looked like a badass. Leaving the bedroom, Ethan had a frown on his face as I walked into the living room. “It doesn’t look bad. It’s barely noticeable. No need to be so frown-y.” I poke the wrinkles between his brow.

I said to him with a soft smile on my face. “ I…I kind of went through your drawing note. I am sorry if you didn’t want anyone to see it. I just wanted to say that your sketches are remarkable." He stammered, his cheeks reddening slightly. “Thanks!” I blushed as I took in his features. Ethan is a handsome teenager. I would be lying if I said otherwise. His messy chocolate hair falls on his light brown eyes, and his fair complexion and six-pack abs perfectly complement his muscular build.

“But yeah, guilty as charged. Can you blame me? Look at you—flushed, wrapped in my robe, smelling like sex and vanilla. You’re a walking temptation, Cass.” I bit my lip, fighting a smile as I traced the inked lines of the tattoo on his chest—a intricate phoenix rising from ashes, symbolizing the rebirth he’d clawed out after his turbulent past. My fingers followed the curves, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath. “Flattery will get you everywhere,” I whispered, leaning in to press a soft kiss to the center of it. “But seriously… today was rough. The fight, Ethan… I didn’t think we’d end up here, like this.”

She turned it on, letting the noise fill the quiet. In the reflection, she watched Ethan move behind her, picking up his phone. He scrolled through it, looking relaxed. He’d barely put it down since they got to the villa. That was fine by her—it gave her a little space to think. As she sat drying her hair, her eyes drifted to Ethan’s back. Tattoos stretched across his broad shoulders and down his muscled frame. They weren’t random. She didn’t know what they meant, but she was sure they mattered. Nothing about the Morrettis ever felt careless.

Ethan turned around, exhaling as he began to unbutton his shirt, face furrowed in frustration before pulling the ruined shirt down his shoulders and tossing it onto the nearby chair. Skyler looked away instinctively. Her eyes blinked, her chest thudding fast against her rib, and her eyes—the instant betrayal- slowly wandered back to his bare back. ‘ What are you doing?! Look away!’ she screamed internally. But before she could, her eyes caught sight of his tattoo. A small tattoo sitting in the middle of his back. Her eyes furrowed as she stared deeper, narrowing her eyes on it. It was so small, but it looked familiar… like a necklace…

Even if I placed undeniable evidence in front of him, he still wouldn’t believe it. Now that I am more aware of how Ethan can be to get what he wants I need to be really careful and play safe. There’s no use fighting him off all the time. I need him to be in cheek and think whatever he’s doing is working. My gaze drifted outside once again, where Ethan was deep in conversation with the man in a black suit. I noticed something about his neck. He had the Northway sign tattooed at the left side of his neck. Yes.. I am sure I saw it.

Ethan is not in the room anymore, looks like he went to the bathroom but I was wrong cause he came out from another direction with a box in his hand which he dropped on the space beside me on the bed. He took of his shirt and I almost lost my breath, I had to force myself to look away, holy fuck moly this man look so ethereal, I was just noticing his back tattoo, it was a tattoo of an eagle, it was well painted, I was still fantasizing until he took off his belt scary manner, I jolted out of my fantasies and gulped nervously, clinging o to my jeans I bit my lower lips, as Ethan advance towards me, I kept my gaze to the floor shaking noticeably. “Lift your face”

Ethan's jaw dropped when he saw that his back, which should have been clean of anything including wounds, was now covered in tattoos. His eyes stared in disbelief, "Tattoos? How can there be tattoos on my back?" He shook his head in confusion and amazement, "I never made these tattoos." Xavier replied, "Sir, those tattoos are a sign that you are indeed the God of Medicine." Ethan still couldn't believe it. When he looked closely at the tattoo, he could clearly see that in the center was a big dragon with several stars surrounding it. When he counted them, there were seven stars.