Page 53 of Born into Madness
That one’s easy to do, and within seconds my body is smushed against his and I’m giving him a bear hug from behind. I feel the large knife at his back, but it doesn’t scare me anymore. Like the much smaller one that’s in my pocket, I find it more of a comfort. No way in hell is anyone going to try anything while Sasha is around. I’m safe with him. I know it’s true. I’m not exactly sure how I know it, but I do.
“Ready?” he asks, and when I bob my head up and down, he starts the motorcycle.
I cling to him even tighter when the engine roars to life. I hadn’t been expecting it to be so loud or to feel so powerful beneath me, but there’s no denying the raw power of this thing. It reminds me a lot of the man driving it—untamed, lethal, sexy, and impossible to not notice and stare at.
Before he pulls out into the street, he reaches back and squeezes my leg. The touch is meant to comfort, and I quickly lift one hand to run my fingers along his neck to let him know I appreciate it. He grabs my hand and kisses it before easingus into traffic. It’s a much more gentle takeoff than I’d been expecting, and I start to think that it’s going to continue to be like this and I almost laugh at my earlier worries, but then the cars around us part just enough for him to slip through. Once he’s free of them, he speeds up, racing through the next light while I cling to him so hard I’m afraid I’m going to crack a rib. My obvious terror has him reaching back to squeeze my calf. After a few terrifying minutes, I slowly start to relax when I realize we’re not going to die in a fiery crash.
Even though I’m not having a panic attack, I still start to mentally tally the things going on around me, not because I’m anxious, but because I don’t want to forget a single moment of this. I feel the wind on my body, the firm seat beneath me, the pleasant vibrations that give just a hint of pleasure, the feel of Sasha’s powerful body against mine, and the rock-hard abs my fingers are currently digging into. God, every part of this man is hard and defined.
While he worries about driving and getting us to his place in one piece, I make a mental map of Sasha’s abs, noticing every peak and groove, and when we stop at another red light, my fingers slip under his shirt like they have a mind of their own. I feel his muscles tighten even more when he feels me drag a finger along his stomach, right above the line of his jeans. Before the light turns green, he places his hand on top of mine, lightly threading his fingers through mine. I’m worried that maybe I’ve gone too far and annoyed him while he’s trying to drive, but right as the light switches, he brings my hand lower, pressing it against the very hard length of him.
He races down the road while my heart races in my chest at the solid feel of him beneath my palm. Unable to resist, I slide my hand further down his inner thigh, surprised yet again at the sheer size of him. Sav and I may have made a promise to save ourselves for fireworks, but that didn’t stop us from internetsearches, and while I didn’t do anything beyond some pretty awkward make-out sessions with my boyfriend in high school, I felt him against my leg and it hadn’t felt anything like this.
Sasha is blessed, and I’m both thrilled and terrified at what that means for me.
My entire focus is on the dick beneath my hand, so it takes me by surprise when he stops in front of an old-looking warehouse. It’s not the apartment I’d been expecting, but I learned long ago to not judge a book by its cover. Our house was never the nicest on the block, but it’s all my mom could afford, and I never once thought less of her because of that. I thought less of her about a lot of things, but lack of money was never one of them.
The garage door starts to lift when Sasha pushes a button, and once we’re inside, the door starts to slide shut, leaving us trapped and alone. Glancing around, I see a really nice black Jeep and a wall full of various tools and supplies. The garage is nice, spotless even, and it’s filled with a lot of expensive equipment. I realize I’m still lightly stroking his erection, so I pull my hand back and say a muffled, “Sorry,” through the helmet.
He cuts the engine and grabs my hand, putting it right back where it was. “Don’t ever apologize for touching me,krovinka.” Keeping his hand over mine, he presses in so I’m palming his thick cock even harder. When he slides my hand lower, I grip him so I’m massaging him the whole way, and the deep, masculine groan he gives nearly does me in. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard, and knowing that I’m the one who pulled it from him is downright intoxicating.
“Maybe bringing you here wasn’t the greatest idea,” he says in a strained voice that doesn’t sound nearly as controlled as it usually does.
Turning, he shifts so he can undo my helmet and pull it off. A mass of red waves falls around me, and I’m thankful there isn’t a mirror around. I’d rather not know exactly how bad it is. I’d rather pretend it’s a sexy waterfall of red instead of the rat’s nest it probably looks like. He groans and threads one hand into my hair.
“I’m going to do my best to stay in control, mylittle Cyn, but you test my willpower like nothing else ever has.”
When I get off his bike, it’s on shaky legs. I watch as he does the same, and then he takes my hand and leads me to the door with an intricate-looking security system next to it. I have no idea what I’m about to step into, but there’s no turning back now. I couldn’t walk away from the man next to me even if I wanted to. I’m in this too deep, and instead of hauling my ass back to shore, I thread my fingers through Sasha’s and swim out deeper. I may very well drown, but when I meet his light-blue eyes, it becomes painfully obvious how little I care.
I’d rather drown in the deep dark water with a man like Sasha than spend a safe, boring life on the shore.
Chapter 9
Sasha
My little Cyn is a brave woman. I can tell she’s nervous, but she’s also excited, and there’s an obvious heat to the stare she’s giving me. Her green eyes are hungry tonight, and I have too many images in my head of all the things I want to do to her. It worries me. I’m afraid I’ll cave and do all of them, and I’m not so sure she’d survive it all. Yet again I’m stunned by how badly I don’t want to cause her harm.
Usually I’m thinking the exact opposite, but I have no desire to sink my blade into her soft skin, no desire to see her eyes widen in anguish, or to hear the pained, tormented screams she’d give. Just imagining it causes my dick to soften. It’s a welcome relief from the painful ache I’ve had all night, but it’s also disorienting. I usually get hard thinking about causing pain, not because I want to fuck the person, but just because I enjoy the act of violence. With Cyn it’s the exact opposite, and I can’t figure it out.
She watches me with open curiosity, and when I lean in and stare at the small screen, letting it scan my retina before the green light kicks on and the door unlocks, she lets out a surprised laugh.
“Did that thing really just scan your eyes?”
“It did,” I say, reaching for the doorknob. “I have a cousin who’s very good with technology.”
“Who the hell are you, Sasha?” Her beautiful eyes search mine, trying to find the answers to all her questions, but when she doesn’t find any, she asks, “Why do you have this much security? What do you have in here?”
I know she’s thinking drugs. It’s a worry I can actually soothe, so I open the door and say, “I’m not a drug dealer, Cyn,” because technically I’m not. I’m not the one selling pills at the club. Our Bratva may supply it, but I’m not the one handing it out like candy. It might be splitting hairs, but it’s the kind of detail Evgeny would latch onto if I were ever arrested and taken to court. My hands never touch the drugs. It’s a small distinction, but it still counts in my mind. I kill for our family. I don’t deal drugs.
As soon as she steps inside, Chort comes running over, greeting her with the kind of exuberance he usually only shows to me. His slender butt is wiggling like crazy while he whines and dances around on long legs that can’t stay still. Cyn laughs and gets down on her knees. Chort immediately lunges, but instead of using his signature move of ripping out her throat, he licks her face and keeps doing his happy dance.
“Good to see you too, Chort,” I tell him when he keeps ignoring me.
He looks up and then gives a whine when I pet his head, but then he goes back to mauling Cyn with dog kisses. I can’t really blame him. I can barely keep my tongue off her, too.
When he’s calmed down, she stands and looks around the place I call home. “Wow, this is amazing.”
I hadn’t realized I was nervous about her not liking it until I see her smile as she keeps looking around and I feel the tightness in my chest start to dissolve. Her eyes land on the dummies I have strung up in the corner. I’d forgotten about them. They’resuch a normal part of my life that it hadn’t even occurred to me that I should probably remove them before showing her around.
