Page 49 of Born into Madness
In his usual calm voice, he says, “Why on earth would I catch you?”
“Because I was about to fall,” she yells again. “Because that’s what people do when someone is about to fall. They fucking catch them!”
Sasha just looks at her. “But I didn’t want to touch you, and you’re nothing to me, so why would I care if you fall?”
Brittney finally turns her attention to me. “Your boyfriend is a jackass.”
Sasha shrugs a broad shoulder. “I’ve been called worse.” Before Brittney can yell anything else, he squeezes my shoulder and leads me to my dorm.
I can’t help but ask, “You’ve been called worse than my boyfriend?”
The corner of his mouth lifts up the tiniest bit at my attempt at a joke. “Worse than a jackass,” he clarifies. He looks down at me when he says, “I’ve never been called anything as good as your boyfriend.”
“I thought you didn’t like labels.” I look up at him, trying to not show how much his comment means to me or how quickly I’m forgetting all the bad about him and only seeing the good.
He gives me another wink. “I like them on you.”
A pleasant shiver runs through my body at his words. It’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to me, and no matter how hard I try, I can’t figure him out. I can’t understand how he can be so violent and so unbelievably sweet. How can one person contain such polar opposites inside themselves?
Before we walk into the building, he stops and presses a soft kiss to my furrowed brow. “You won’t be able to work it out, my little Cyn. Spare yourself the headache and stop trying.”
“How do you know what I’m thinking?”
“I just do. I’ve been trying to figure myself out for over twenty years and I’m no closer to an answer now than I was when I first realized something was off. Believe me, Cyn, when I say it’s a lost cause and it’ll only leave you frustrated.”
“We’re not done talking about this,” I warn him, knowing he’s just opened himself up to me in a way that he probably doesn’t do for others, and as much as I want to pepper him with questions, I don’t want to do it while we stand outside the dorms. I also don’t want to push things too far and make him uncomfortable.
“When you put your foot down, it’s pretty damn cute,krovinka.”
“You still haven’t told me what that word means.”
“No, I haven’t.”
He laughs at my frustrated sigh and takes my hand so he can pull me inside. When we’re in my room, he tosses my bag onto my bed and cups my face, tilting me up as he leans down and kisses me again. Just like every time his body is pressed against mine, I forget about everything else. Sasha is so all-consuming that it makes it impossible to hold anything else in my mind. When he makes an appearance, everything else gets shoved aside.
His masculine groan nearly does me in as he cups the back of my head and slowly nudges my legs so I’m walking backwards, clearing the small distance to the bed in seconds. He gives my bottom lip a soft bite before he hooks one hand under my ass and lifts me up before gently laying me back on the bed that’s not nearly big enough for the two of us.
“Sasha,” I start to say, unsure of how far I want to take this.
He lifts his head so he can look down at me. Supporting his weight on one arm, he runs his fingers along my face like he’s memorizing every detail of it. “Don’t worry, Cyn. This isn’t where we have our first time.”
“It’s not?”
“No,krovinka.You think I would take you right here on this bed that my feet hang off of by a foot and with a roommate who could walk in at any second?”
“Well, when you put it like that,” I start to say, feeling stupid for even thinking it.
His thumb runs along my blushing cheek. “Don’t think for one second that I don’t want to, though. Sliding into you is all I can fucking think about, but I’m not sharing you, not with neighbors who can hear you, not with someone who might see something if the door is opened. Every inch of you is mine, every scream from your lips is mine.Youare mine, and I won’t share, not one goddamn part of you.”
The fierce look in his eyes mixed with the territorial growl of his words makes it clear that he’s already laid his claim on me. Maybe it shouldn’t make me as happy as it does, but there’s no denying that I like the idea of belonging to this man.
As long as it’s mutual.
Reaching up, I brush aside a strand of dark hair off his forehead before tracing a finger along his dark brow. “And what about people seeing you?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, you’re not the only one who’s feeling possessive,” I say. He grins at my words as my fingers caress the side of his face. “I don’t want anyone seeing you either. No one gets any part of you but me.”
