Page 83 of Born into Madness
“You see your name on my cock?”
She looks down, watching her name slowly disappear inside her while she nods and whispers, “Yes.”
“That means it’s yours,krovinka, and it will never be anyone else’s. Just yours. I will never be inside anyone else, your body is the only one I’ll ever know like this. It’s you or nothing, because I could never want anyone else.”
She moans my name, rocking her hips even harder, grinding against me in a hypnotic rhythm that has me thrusting up to meet her body as it slides back down the length of me. I lose myself in her, and then I do it again and again and again before finally carrying her exhausted, thoroughly used body to the bathtub. She’s covered in blood and cum, and although I’d love to keep her like this, I know she’ll sleep better if she’s clean.
While she falls asleep against me, I wash her with a reverence that should probably be reserved for deities, but that’s what she is to me—sacred and perfect and worthy of worship, and so that’s how I treat her, because I don’t know how to treat her any other way.
When I’m done, she wakes up enough to grab one of the pads I bought for her, because no matter how sweetly I ask, she refuses to free-bleed all over the bed and me while we sleep. I do convince her to ditch the shirt and sleep pants, though, so I’m still calling it a win.
Pulling her close, I hold her while she falls asleep, and right before I drift off, I feel Chort hop on the bed and join us. We already feel like a family, and nothing has ever felt so right to me.
The next day, I’m sitting across from Niki, who’s sporting a nice little silver loop in his nose, while the rest of our family gathers into the room with us. We’re at our Uncle Roman’s penthouse apartment, and when Mia drops into the seat next to me, she looks at Niki, gives a soft laugh and then turns to our dad and uncles.
“So what’s going on?” Mia asks them.
“We thought it would be good to have a meeting with all of us here,” our dad says. “We know you all are handling it, but every once in a while you gotta let us older guys know what’s going on.”
“Older guys?” my Uncle Vitaly says. “I think you mean wiser, incredibly handsome, slightly greying badasses who started this whole family business.” He looks over at us and grins. “I’m pretty sure that’s what he meant.”
My Uncle Matvey says, “It’s really hard to call you a badass when you’re digging into a pink cupcake.”
My Uncle Vitaly raises a brow and takes a big bite of the pink cupcake that’s covered in multicolored sprinkles. While he chews, he says, “Not true. A real badass doesn’t give a fuck. It’s a pussy that would be embarrassed to eat a pink cupcake. Besides, they’re really good, and I brought enough for everyone. Stop making fun of me, and I might share.”
“They do look really good,” Luka admits.
Uncle Vitaly winks at him. “You’re a good kid, Luka.” He shoves the box down the table so my cousin can grab one of the cupcakes.
“Okay,” Mia says, jumping in and getting things started. It doesn’t matter that she’s the newest member or that she’s the only woman who’s ever been admitted into the ranks. My little sister is fearless, so I’m not at all surprised to see her take the reins. She flashes Niki another brilliant smile and says, “Thanks to the information I got the other night at the club, we now know that Cupid used to be a student at the university, and not only a student, but a member of Alpha Psi Rho.”
“I would’ve found that out,” Niki says in his own defense. “It’s a little harder to sift through it all on a computer.”
Mia gives him a good-natured smirk. “Don’t pout, Niki. Besides, the nose piercing looks really cool on you. The ladies are going to love it.”
“The deal we made didn’t actually include me keeping the piercing. I just had to get it done,” he reminds her.
“True enough,” she agrees, “but keep it in a little while longer. It might grow on you.”
“Definitely keep it,” our dad says.
“Yeah,” Uncle Vitaly says. “Keep it and then add in a lip and eyebrow ring and you can be twinsies with your Uncle Lev.”
“I think I’ll stick with just the one,” Niki says, ignoring the teasing while he keeps his focus on the laptop in front of him. After a few seconds, he says, “Okay, so that will narrow the search down, but we have another issue we need to talk about. A few girls have gone missing on campus, and I think it might be connected.”
“Connected how?” Damien asks from the other end of the table.
Niki shrugs. “I’m not sure yet. Maybe something went wrong. It’s not unheard of for people to have a bad reaction to Rohypnol.”
“So you think they died and they dumped the bodies somewhere?” I ask.
“Anything’s possible,” Niki says. “I’m still poking around, and I’m not going to stop until I get something.”
Unease prickles my skin, but I remind myself that Cyn is safe and sound right now, back home and in our bed. I left her resting with a very happy Chort, and even if she was on campus, she doesn’t hang out at bars and take drinks from strange men. No one is going to get to her. I’ll make damn fucking sure of that.
I still can’t resist asking, “What girls have gone missing?”
“So far three.” Niki clicks on a few buttons and then gives me a pointed look before he turns his laptop so I can see the screen. I don’t recognize two of the girls, but the third is a face I’m all too familiar with. It’s Cyn’s old roommate, the peppy cheerleader who’d gotten pissed when I’d let her fall on her ass.
