Ethan Klein Tattoo Novels & Stories

They were covered in tattoos, chains, and piercings—the kind of people you generally want to avoid. Two of them started shoving each other, shouting about money and cigarettes, until a third man pushed them aside. He headed straight for Ethan. My heart sank. This was bad. Ethan wasn’t in the mood for idiots. I wanted to intervene, but I was terrified to go near them. “You’re a smoker. Give me your lighter,” the man demanded. He had a massive skull tattooed on his temple. Ethan didn’t say a word. He just slowly turned his gaze toward the man.

Gran huffed. Ethan laughed and patted his stomach over the white t-shirt. "I will always pick Gran's food over these abs. So spoil me as much as you can beautiful lady!" Ethan said to Gran and both of them fist-bumped dismissing me. Duh! All right. "I didn't know you care so much about my abs. Be honest, do you want to see them?" Ethan winked. Of course, I wanted to see them but that doesn't mean I would admit it aloud.

"I am a living walking killing machine of mass destruction. If I touch you, and you are not who you think you are, you might go through intense pain and most likely die from I under thirty seconds, pass thirty minutes and you survive, but if you survive and feel nothing, or experience no pain then sadly then you are just like me." Ethan asked in a low voice. "Why you?" I smile at him and slowly pull up my sleeves, revealing to him my tattoos as they slowly become visible. It slowly spreads all the way to my neck and finally stops, Ethan gasped in astonishment as he ran back. "Believe me Ethan, we all have our secrets, dark secrets to hide, and when the time is right, I'll let you know all a

I said almost at the verge of tears, "I'm thankful to you for staying alive at least until I could come get you. Do you remember the face of who did this to you? All I need is any description that you can remember and I'll find that fucking bastard." I remained silent for a few seconds until I recalled the tattoo that I had seen on his neck. "He had a dragon tattoo around the side of his neck." I said to Ethan, touching the part around my neck, "Is that all?" I nodded my head, and he pulled the blanket closer to my body.

Her eyes snapped open. She smacked her lips in annoyance. "I can't believe I just compared my boyfriend to Jayden." What was wrong with her? She sat up. Her eyes landed on Ethan. He stood in nothing but his briefs while stirring a steaming cup of tea. A bold tattoo reading HOPE rested near his waist. She smiled before quietly walking over and wrapping her arms around him. Ethan nearly jumped. He turned around with an amused grin. "Eager much?" She blinked. "For...?"

On my knees in front of him, waiting to serve him. Ethan finished stripping, revealing the body I'd been fantasizing about. He was massive, all hard muscle and battle scars, tattoos covering his arms and chest. A warrior's body. And his cock. Jesus Christ, his cock was huge. Thick and long and already leaking from the tip. There was no way that was fitting inside me. "Eyes up here," Ethan commanded, and I dragged my gaze from his cock to his face. "When I'm about to put my cock in your mouth, you look at me. Understand?"

His mouth fell wide open and I giggled. "Well, trust that I won't stop you from seeing your movie, alright? And you can tell me about it later on at the hotel, huh?" I nodded while still giggling. Ethan has always been great with words.. He lured me in with his words.. He would always try to rizz me up with his words and tattoos because he knew how much I loved sleeve tattoos.. And he also got one at the side of his neck.. It was hot and made him look hotter.

The shirt hung to mid-thigh, all my lady parts were covered. As I emerged from the bathroom, Ethan looked up from his phone, his gaze making me feel warm. "You look great in my shirt," he said. I murmured, glancing down, "It's just a shirt." Ethan chuckled and headed to the bathroom. A few minutes later, he returned, shirtless, his body illuminated by the moonlight. His tattoos were now visible, including the one I couldn’t see well that day. He had "Acta Non Verba" inked on his chest in elegant script. I fought the urge to stare openly.

Getting on his knees he unbuckled his belt, throwing that piece too somewhere. It was a sight to see and she may appreciate it if he was Chris. His hair was disheveled, a few strands were on his face, giving him a killer look. His eyes were sharp like axe and the red lining gave them a sinister look. His jaw looked more sharp and pointed with that clenching. That hard bulky muscles successfully scared the shit out of her. Accompanying the tainted muscles were the scary tattoo on his chest. It wasn't that big and full, a medium sized black tattoo, from his left shoulder till his chest. And that bulging nerves, gosh why killing her inch by inch by showing this intimidating body? "Done eyeing?"

Karline rushed to him, careful with her sore body, and hugged him gently. “Hi, baby,” she whispered, kissing his head. “How are you feeling?” “Good! They gave me dinosaur stickers!” He showed her proudly. Karline smiled, a real smile this time, and sat beside him. “You look pretty today,” Ethan said suddenly. “Did you put makeup like the princesses I watch?” Karline froze for half a second. Then forced a laugh. “I just wanted to look nice for you.” He giggled happily, accepting the answer without suspicion.