Page 61 of Born into Madness
“Sasha,” I say again. “What are you hiding from me?”
He has the nerve to wink and say, “So many things, my little Cyn, but I think right now you’re referring to the hidden camera I slipped into your dorm room.”
“The what?” I ask, trying like hell to remember if I’ve done anything embarrassing while alone in that room since I met Sasha.
“It’s in the phone charger. I put it there the night I saved you. After you fell asleep, I snuck back in and plugged your phone up to it.”
“I knew I didn’t charge my phone that night,” I say. “I assumed I’d just forgotten about it since it was kind of a chaotic night. You’ve been watching me this whole time?”
“Not thewholetime,” he says, “but I needed to make sure you were safe.”
“Why? You barely knew me then.”
His free hand drags along my side before cupping my breast. “I just did, Cyn. Don’t worry, no one else can see it but me.”
I try to get pissed, to remember that it’s a huge invasion of my privacy, but he starts running his thumb over my hard nipple and I’m quickly forgetting why I’m supposed to be angry.
“Stay with me tonight,” he says again while continuing the torturous stimulation. My breast aches, and that ache is quickly spreading to other places. I’m surprised I can be so aroused after the orgasm he just gave me, but I’m starting to feel as needy as I did when he first carried me up here.
I can tell by the sexy smirk he’s giving me that he knows it. He rocks his hips, and when my eyes flutter closed, he nips at my bottom lip and says again, “Stay with me,krovinka. Let me fall asleep with you and wake to the feel of your naked body against mine.”
“So not only are we doing a sleepover, but we’re doing a naked one?”
The heat of his soft laugh hits my mouth. “Well, you don’t have any panties, Cyn.”
“You made sure of that, didn’t you?”
The pad of his finger drags over my nipple again before he pinches it just hard enough to sting. “Yes, I did, and I should warn you that it will probably happen a lot more. I like you pantyless.”
A really big part of me wants to unzip his pants and tell him I’ve changed my mind about waiting, but an even bigger, more sensible part of myself is screaming at me that I just learned he’s part of a Bratva and that his family is notorious in our city and maybe I should keep my legs closed for just a little bit longer. I need to give myself a chance to think about this when lustisn’t crowding my vision, when it isn’t hovering over me with a gorgeous pair of light-blue eyes and enough muscle to make me weep at the beauty of him.
“I’ll stay over,” I say, “but I want a pair of your boxers.”
He rolls my nipple between his fingers. “What’s mine is yours,krovinka.”
When I smile up at him, he gives me the sweet kind of smile that makes me forget he’s a deadly killer who’s in a Bratva. When he’s like this, he’s just Sasha,mySasha, and I love it, not despite his dark side, but more because of it. Without the darkness, I wouldn’t know how special the light is. He’d just be a guy who’s nice to everyone. The smile he’s giving me right now would be the same one he gives to everyone else. Knowing that I get a side of him that no one else does makes these moments with him so much more special. They make me feel special.Hemakes me feel special.
“I need to get cleaned up.” He gives me another wink and adds, “Someone made me orgasm in my pants.”
He reluctantly lets me go, and when he’s standing beside the bed, I see the wet spot on his jeans. A lot of guys would be mortified by that, but he just gives me his sexy half-grin and starts to unbutton his jeans. My eyes are glued to his movements, and when he starts to strip out of his pants, I raise up onto my elbows so I can get a better view.
When he’s in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs, he hooks his fingers under them and I hurry up and ask, “What are you doing?”
He pauses just long enough to say, “You showed me your body. It’s only fair I show you mine.” And with that, he strips down to nothing, and all I can do is gape. Even with his hand wrapped around his thick shaft, I can tell he’s big,verybig. The longer I look, the bigger he gets until he’s fully hard again. Every thick, long inch of him is aimed at me, and my thighsinstinctively start to close and then think better of it and start to open.
I want him. I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anything, and I can no longer remember why in the hell I thought we should wait. Sasha makes the decision for me. While keeping a tight grip on himself, he walks closer and cups my face, forcing my attention off his big cock and onto his eyes instead.
“Soon,krovinka. Very soon.”
Without even a hint of modesty, he turns and walks to the bathroom, leaving me gawking at the world’s most gorgeous ass. The one I saw on the big screen doesn’t even come close to comparing to this masterpiece. I don’t understand how one person can have so many different muscles, but every step he takes has them tensing and releasing. It’s a mesmerizing show to watch, and I don’t look away until he’s completely out of sight. I hear the water come on a few seconds later, and the thought of him naked and wet slowly drives me crazy until a couple minutes later, the water is shut off, and I breathe a sigh of relief. By the time he walks out of the bathroom, naked with nothing but a towel around his waist, I’m nothing but a bundle of need.
A dark brow raises when he looks over at me. His eyes run down my body. I’m still in nothing but my bra, but that’s been pulled down and scrunched up, so everything is visible to his hungry gaze. Without a word, he walks to his closet only to return a second later in a new pair of black boxer briefs and another pair in his hands.
“You sure you need these? Because I have to say, I think you’re perfect as is.”
“I definitely need those,” I say, not trusting myself to sleep next to him without any kind of underwear.
He sighs and walks to the bed. Instead of tossing them to me, he wraps his large hand around my foot and gently slips it into the leg of his boxers. I watch as he repeats the motion with myother foot and then slowly slides them up my legs. I have a brief, horrible moment of anxiety when I’m scared they won’t fit, but they slide up easily. When he’s to my upper thighs, he stops and leans down.
