Page 68 of Born into Madness
He grins and reaches up to pinch my chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Exactly how your mouth should be every time I take my cock out.”
I’m too stunned by the sight of those three letters on a very delicate, private part of his body to think about the image he’s just put in my head. “That’s my name,” I say. “On your…” I pause and close my mouth.
His smirk is sinful when he raises a brow and asks, “On my what, Cyn?”
“On your privates,” I finally say, feeling my face heat up to scorching levels. The deep laugh he gives isn’t helping.
“On my cock, Cyn,” he corrects. “I had your name tattooed on my cock.”
“But why did you do it?” I look down, unable to take my eyes off the name that’s marking his thick, veiny shaft.Myname.
“Because I’m yours.” He wraps his hand around himself. “Because thiscockis yours, and your name belongs on it.”
“When did you do it?”
I hear the amusement in his voice when he says, “A few days after I saved you.”
Stunned into silence yet again, all I can do is gawk at him and say, “What?”
“I’m not a man who changes his mind,krovinka. I knew I wanted you, I knew you were mine, so I made it official. Does that scare you?”
I meet his eyes and tell him the truth. “No, it doesn’t scare me.” Looking down, I reach my hand out and lightly drag my finger along my name. He hisses out a breath as his cock swells even bigger and pre-cum beads at his thick head. “I like it.”
“Fucking hell,” he groans when I trace the three letters marking him.
His fingers drag along my chest before circling around my back and unclasping my bra so it can fall to the floor. After I’mtopless, he makes quick work of my underwear. He eyes every inch of me while his fingers dance along my breasts, down my stomach, then up my sides—featherlight touches that tighten my nipples and create a very familiar ache between my legs.
“I’ll take you to get a tattoo anytime you want, Cyn, but I think your skin is gorgeous as is.”
I never know how to respond to the sweet things he says to me, so I give an awkward “Thanks” before letting him go and stepping into the tub. I’m thrilled he loves my body, but I’m still not comfortable standing around naked in front of him. As soon as I sink under the water and the bubbles cover my chest, I feel more at ease.
Sasha looks down at me. “I shouldn’t have added the bubble bath. I don’t know what the hell I was thinking.”
I grin up at him and curl my finger at him like he’d done to me earlier. The tub is big enough for both of us, but not by much. He sits at the opposite end, long legs on either side of me with his knees sticking out of the water. Before I can try to give him more room, he grabs my foot and starts to massage it.
“Oh, wow,” I say, leaning my head back as he works tension out that I didn’t even know I had. I’ve never had my feet rubbed, and I had no idea how relaxing it could be.
I’m beginning to think moving in with Sasha might be the best decision I’ve ever made.
Chapter 11
Sasha
Iwatch Cyn fight to stay awake while I rub her feet. Her toenails are painted red, and it’s one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen. The parts of her long hair that are in the water look so much darker, loose curls that float and swirl, reminding me so much of blood. I run my eyes down her body, cursing my decision to use bubble bath. Reaching over I swipe away the bubbles and drag my fingers over the swell of her breasts. Her slippery wet skin is making it hard to think about anything other than sliding into her, but now isn’t the time. We need to meet Savanna in an hour, and I need more time than that.
Ever since Cyn mentioned cramps earlier, my mind has been imagining a lot of things. Before meeting her, I never thought much about sex. It was something I didn’t understand and didn’t care to know more about, but now it’s all I can think about. Period sex is not something I ever gave any thought to, but when she mentioned cramps this morning, my whole body had sparked to life.
I’m already obsessed with her body, I already want to slide into the pussy I’d buried my face in, but the idea of her covered in blood is not something I ever considered. I have no desire toever hurt her, but this would be blood that I haven’t caused. It’s still blood, though. It’s still my beautiful Cyn drenched in red.
I nearly groan at the images, at the way my cock is already poised to explode, my balls tight and aching with a much-needed release. I’ve never wanted to fuck anyone in my life, but I want to fuckher, and I want to do it when she’s bleeding for me.
My eyes stay locked on her as I continue massaging first one foot and then the other. When my hands travel up her calf, working the sore muscles until every part of her is relaxed, she lets out another moan of gratitude. Her little whimpers and moans drive me crazy, but the sweetest sound she makes is when she says my name. Whether it’s a whisper or a scream of ecstasy, either way it’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.
With her eyes still closed, she asks, “So what did you and Chort do while I was at work?”
I grin and say, “Not much. We spent most of the time packing up your dorm. Well, I packed. Chort sprawled out on your bed and watched.”
Cyn gives a lazy laugh while I keep rubbing her legs. I don’t mention the part where Niki helped me track down Xander, or the part where I scared the fuck out of him behind the science building. I’d followed my girl’s rule and spared his life, but he’s going to be hurting for a few weeks. I smile at the memory of him pissing his pants when he saw my knife. Needless to say, he won’t be commenting on Cyn’s ass or what he’d like to do to it ever again.
