Page 59 of Born into Madness
“You do?” I whisper, letting the heat of my breath hit her wet, aroused skin. “What about this?” I very gently nudge one finger against her slit before slowly sliding into her. My jaw tenses when I feel her tight pussy squeeze me, pulling me in deeper as she rocks her hips and moans my name.
“Hmm?” I ask. “You like it when I fuck you with my finger, my little Cyn?”
“Yes, god yes,” she whimpers, rocking her hips harder and faster, eager and desperate for more.
“What about this?” I ask, teasing her as I swipe my tongue over her clit while my finger keeps working her.
“Sasha,” she begs, and it’s the sweetest fucking sound I’ve ever heard.
My own hips rock, my cock so hard I’m convinced it’ll never be soft again. I’m still a little tender from the tattoo, but it’snearly healed and the small amount of pain is just adding to my arousal. Pre-cum covers me, more than I ever thought possible, and I’ve never been so completely entranced by anything in my life than the sight of Cyn about to come while her pussy grips my finger and her body writhes before me.
This right here is my new obsession. It’s better than killing, better than any fucking thing I’ve ever experienced, and I know I’ll be chasing this high with her for the rest of my life, always wanting more, always needing more, and never able to get my fill.
When I suck on her clit and bury my finger in deep, she arches her back and screams my name as her body tenses and a flood of warmth hits my hand. I growl against her soft flesh, willingly smothering my face in her wet pussy as my own body lets go, not even giving me the option of holding back. My orgasm rips through me, ferocious and unrelenting, and I lose myself completely to the pleasure and the feel of Cyn. Her scent surrounds me, her arousal covers me, and her fingers fist my hair tight enough to hurt as she rides her orgasm out on my face. She owns me, and I fucking love it.
I’m still stunned by the force of the orgasm I just had when she loosens her grip on my hair and lets out a relaxed sigh and then a soft laugh.
“Holy shit,” she says and then gives another laugh.
I smile against the pussy that I’ve just officially laid claim to, and then I spend the next several minutes lazily cleaning her up, wanting every drop of her.
“Have you ever done that before?” she asks.
I give the crease of her leg a not-so-gentle bite for doubting me before I kiss it and say, “I’ve never done anything before, Cyn. You know that.”
“I know,” she says. “I just, I don’t know. It was really good.”
“I’m glad you liked it.” I give her clit another gentle kiss, and I have the overwhelming urge to mark her. Not with my usual stab wounds and slices to the skin, but withme, with my scent and my cum and my spit. I want her covered in me. I don’t want a single shred of doubt about who Cyn belongs to. She’smine, and she should always be wearing a piece of me.
Forcing myself up, I slowly kiss my way along her body, and a soft groan escapes when I’m lightly resting on top of her and I feel her full tits pressing against my bare chest.
“My little Cyn is so fucking perfect.”
“No, I’m not,” she says, and I can tell she’s not just being modest. She truly believes it when she says, “We don’t need to pretend I’m something I’m not, Sasha. I’m glad you don’t mind that I’m bigger, but I’m far from perfect, and we both know it.”
“Krovinka,” I say and then wait until she turns her eyes up to mine. “You and I have a difference of opinion on that one. Usually I’d defer to you because I think you’re brilliant, but you’re way off on this one. You’re perfect, every single inch of you.” I can’t help but grin when I add, “Why the hell do you think I just came in my pants?”
She traces the line of my brow as she looks up at me. “I’m sorry we can’t do more.”
“I’m not. I enjoyed every second of that, Cyn.” The memory of how she’d looked splayed out and coming hard hits me, sending another rush of pleasure through me. “Just thinking about it is making me hard again.”
She smiles up at me and when I roll over, I take her with me so she’s cuddled up against my side. Hiking her leg over mine, she rests her head on my shoulder and her palm on my chest. I feel her tits press against me as I run my hand down her hair.
The silence between us is nice, peaceful even, and neither one of us is in any hurry to break it. She dances her fingers along my tattoos while I play with the red hair that haunts my everythought. After several minutes, she finally asks, “Sasha, what’s your last name?”
My fingers still in her hair for a few seconds before I start stroking it again, wondering what all I should tell her. There’s no use lying about my name, so I say, “Melnikov,” as she drags her finger along my Grim Reaper tattoo.
It’s the symbol of our Bratva, a very visible one that many people are aware of. You don’t need to be in the criminal world to know about us, so I’m not entirely surprised when Cyn gives a soft sigh and says, “I should’ve known.”
“Should’ve known what?” I ask, just in case I’m wrong.
She lifts up so she’s resting on her elbow and looking down at me. “I should’ve known after watching you kill those guys that you were involved in some serious illegal activity. Plus, you have really weird working hours.”
“What are you saying, Cyn?”
I reach up and trace a line down her cheek while she says, “I think you’re in the Russian mafia is what I’m saying.”
Without confirming or denying, I ask, “Would it bother you if I was?”
