Page 78 of Born into Madness
After we’ve eaten our fill of dessert, I’m so stuffed I can barely move. Cinnamon sugar and honey still coat my tongue, and I don’t regret a single bite I’ve taken.
“Damn, that was good,” Sasha admits as he pushes the empty plate aside.
“The best,” Sav agrees. Looking at her phone, she checks the time and says, “I need to head back. I’ve got a huge paper towrite this weekend, and tomorrow is our volunteer day with the Alphas.”
Her tone makes it clear she’s not looking forward to it, and Sasha surprises me by asking, “You don’t like the frat guys?”
“God, no,” Sav says. “I wouldn’t even be doing this whole sorority thing if it didn’t mean so much to my mom. It’s kind of tradition, and I didn’t want to be the one to break it, but those guys are assholes.”
“How so?” he asks.
Sav shrugs and tosses her phone in her purse. “Just the usual, I guess. They’re pushy, arrogant, and always looking to get laid. It gets old fast.”
I get the feeling Sasha wants to ask more, but he lets it go and instead says, “Well, I’m glad you approve of me being with Cyn, especially since there’s no way I can let her go.”
Sav gives him a warm smile. “I love her like a sister, so don’t make me regret it.”
“Never going to happen,” he says, and I wish everything could pause right here, because it’s perfect, and perfect isn’t something that happens a lot in life. I’d like a while to savor it, but a few seconds later, Sav is getting up, and when I join her, she gives me a quick hug and whispers how happy she is for me.
I’m learning that Sasha isn’t affectionate with anyone but me, so he gives her a nod instead of a big hug, and after she’s gone, he pulls me into his lap. Brushing back my hair, he kisses my neck, reminding me of how badly I still want him. Memories of his tattooed dick float through my head, and when I feel the wet heat of his tongue, I let out a soft moan and rock my hips, feeling him grow hard beneath me.
“Don’t tempt me,krovinka. I’m barely holding on as is.” He growls the words against my neck before giving me a soft bite. “Let’s go home.”
Even though I’ve been officially living with him for less than a day, the wordhomefeels right, and when I grin and nod, he lets out a deep, masculine groan of approval before lifting me off him. As soon as he’s standing, his arm is back around me, pulling me in close to him again. My body craves the heat of his, so I wrap an arm around him, noticing the way the bulge of his knife is no longer a source of worry but one of safety. Sasha’s eyes scan the small restaurant, noticing every detail, and when he deems it safe, he leads me outside and back to his bike.
The ride home isn’t a long one, but by the time he’s pulling into the garage, I know my race against the clock with my period has ended. Cursing my uterus to hell and back, I scoot off his massive bike and rest a hand on my lower stomach.
“Can you hurry up and do the eye scan thing?” I ask, grateful that I at least wore a panty liner just in case this exact thing happened.
Pulling his helmet off, he runs a hand through the dark, silky strands of his hair while he eyes the way I’m holding myself.
“What’s wrong?”
“I need to get inside fast,” I say, and when I feel another cramp and the resulting gush of blood, I cringe and refuse to meet his eyes, knowing I’m going to be making an embarrassing mess in about two seconds.
“Cyn,” he says, stepping closer and hooking a finger under my chin. When he tilts my face, I’m taken aback by the raw hunger I see in his eyes. “Are you bleeding for me,krovinka?”
Jesus, how does he make that sound so hot?
When I don’t answer, he leans in. “Hmm?” he murmurs, letting his nose drag along my cheek. “Is that pretty pussy of yours covered in blood right now?”
“Yes,” I whisper while his breath hitches at hearing my answer. “You like that?” I ask, even though his reaction is screaming that he does.
“God yes,” he groans, threading his fingers in my hair and fisting it so he can jerk my head back even more, exposing my throat to him. With his lips ghosting along my skin he says, “It’s all I can think about. This is how I want our first time, Cyn. Will you let me slide into you like this? Will you let me fuck you while you bleed all over my cock?”
I think about what he’s asking, but it’s hard to think about anything when he’s softly biting and sucking on my neck and his very large erection is digging into my stomach.
“Will it hurt worse?” I ask. I already know sex with Sasha is going to hurt, but with cramps eating me up from the inside, I can’t imagine adding a giant cock to the mix.
I swear I feel him smile right before he nips at the crook of my neck. “Yes,krovinka, it’s going to hurt, but I promise you’ll enjoy it.”
“And if I don’t?” I can’t help but ask.
His husky laugh sends a shiver down my spine. “Then I’m not doing my job right.” Pulling back, he cups my face and meets my eyes. “You’ve seen me when I lose control, Cyn, but that’s not how I am with you. That’s not how I will ever be with you. Do I want to bend you over and slam into you hard enough to make you scream and then fuck you until you can’t walk?” His eyes darken at his words and the images that are playing out in his head. “You bet your gorgeous ass I do. Will I?” He raises a brow and the corner of his mouth lifts up. “Not for our first time, I won’t.”
He runs his thumb over my lips, pressing in hard enough to part them and slide into the wet heat of my mouth. When I latch onto him, he groans and steps in closer, forcing me to take a step back or lose my balance. We keep walking until my back is pressed against the door to the house.
“We’re going to do things together that you can’t even imagine,krovinka. You’ve opened my eyes to many things, andnow that they’re opened, I can’t stop picturing all the ways I want to take you, all the ways I want to possess you. And it starts tonight. It starts right now.”
