Page 91 of Born into Madness
When I pull the mask I’ve been hiding out of my bag, his eyes darken when he sees it. “You said something about chasing me the other night,” I start to say, and then feel stupid when the silence grows thick enough to feel in the Jeep’s small interior. “Never mind,” I quickly say, but when I try to shove the mask away, his large hand clamps down on mine, stopping me before I can even move an inch.
“My kinky little Cyn,” he murmurs while his thumb caresses the inside of my wrist. “Not only do you want me to chase you outside in a public place, but you want me to wear my mask while I do it?” The soft, deep laugh he gives is pure sex. His blueeyes study mine. “You sure about this,krovinka, because once I start chasing, I won’t be able to stop.”
I’m not entirely sure what I’m signing my ass up for, but I know I want it. As scary as Sasha can be, I know there’s no way in hell he’d ever hurt me. There’s something about the mask, though, that’s going to make me forget that as soon as he puts it on and starts stalking me. That probably shouldn’t turn me on as much as it does. With my mind made up, I nod my head and hand him the mask.
“I’m sure.”
Without a word, he takes the mask and then grabs his phone. I wonder who he’s calling, but then I hear him say, “Niki, I need you to do me a favor.”
He speaks in English so I can understand what he’s saying, and when he says, “I need you to disable any security cameras near me.” He gives me a wink when he adds, “This is a private favor, so no peeking.”
He laughs at whatever Niki says before ending the call and getting out of the Jeep. I follow his lead, stashing my purse under the seat before joining him near the front. As soon as I’m close enough, he cups the back of my head and presses his lips to mine, kissing me with a hunger that has me lifting onto my toes and pulling him closer. I can already feel how hard he is, and when I slip a hand under his shirt so I can run my nails over the hard lines of his abs, he groans and fists my hair tighter.
Tilting my head back, he hovers his lips over mine. “Last chance to back out, Cyn,” he warns. “I’ll fuck you up against this Jeep and then take you home and do it all over again. You can have your fun without me chasing you, if that’s what you want.”
“No, I want the chase,” I tell him.
He groans and nips at my bottom lip. “Just remember you asked for this,krovinka.” While he caresses my bottom, he asks, “You have your inhaler?”
“I do.”
“Use it if you need to.”
“I will.”
When he’s satisfied I’m telling the truth, he nods and then with a sharp smack to my ass, he lets me go. I can’t take my eyes off him as he pulls his T-shirt off, leaving him in nothing but his jeans and black boots and the knife that’s still looped through his belt at the small of his back. When he grabs the mask, he keeps his eyes on mine, giving me a wink before he pulls it down, hiding his face from view.
“Holy shit,” I whisper. I’d forgotten how damn creepy it is to be on the receiving end of that bloody skull face. With the streetlights and the full moon, there’s more than enough light to see his blue eyes behind the mask. If I had to describe them right now, I’d say they look amused and hungry. I’ve never felt so much like prey before in my life, not even the night I thought he was going to kill me.
I take a hesitant step back and hear the soft laugh he gives. My heart races as my eyes run over every hard inch of him. If this were for real, I’d be dead in seconds. No one faces Sasha like this and lives to tell about it. This man was born to kill, but he’s not looking at me like he wants to sink his blade into all my vital organs. He’s looking at me like he wants to fuck me senseless, like he wants to rut into me so fiercely I won’t be able to walk for days.
My core aches at that image, but I’m determined to not make this too easy on him. “I need a head start,” I tell him, and he gives me a slow nod. I may not know much about the kinky world we’re stepping into, but I’ve read enough to quickly add, “Don’t I need a safe word?”
His laugh is downright wicked as he tilts his head to stare at me. “A safe word? That’s so cute, Cyn. You really think there’s a word that could keep you safe from me?”
Fuck me.
He hears the hitch in my breath at his words, the way my body is having a hard time keeping still, and the next word out of his mouth sounds a lot like a growl.
“Run.”
Chapter 15
Sasha
Asafe word?
I’m still smiling about how naive my girl is as she gives me one last heated look and then takes off running. My cock throbs at the sight of her ass in those jeans and the wave of long, red hair that flutters behind her as she picks up speed.
Jesus, she’s a sight to behold. I’d nearly busted a goddamn nut when she’d taken my mask from her purse. Knowing she’d snuck that in before we left, that she’s had it this whole time, that she thought about it and planned it, is an aphrodisiac like nothing else.
I don’t take my eyes off her, grinning at the leisurely jog she’s chosen to take. She’s not running for her life, and she knows I’ll be pissed if she runs too hard and has an asthma attack. I can be patient when it comes to her. I’ll wait here all goddamn night if I need to.
She’s aiming for the vacant football field, and when she gets to the edge of it, she turns and gives me a cutesy wave before bolting into the shadows. I groan, surprised that I can still want her so fucking badly, even though I was just inside her this morning. I’m learning that my need for her isn’t tapering off like I assumed it would. It’s just growing stronger, especially whenshe does shit like this. What the hell was she thinking giving me my killing mask and then skipping off after asking me to chase her? Does she have any idea what she’s just opened up?
I’m guessing no, but she’s about to find out. I only wear this mask to kill, and even though I won’t be hurting her, my fingers still ache to hold my knife. When I’m almost to the field, I give up the fight and reach my hand behind my back, wrapping my fingers around the handle and pulling my knife free. The familiar weight in my hand makes me instantly feel calmer, and when I scan the field in front of me, I’m glad when I don’t see her. I’d hate it if my little Cyn made it too easy for me.
Eyeing the stadium, I climb up the concrete steps and start walking down the first row of seats. There’s a metal handrail to my right, and I let the dull end of my blade slide along it as I walk. The sound carries through the night, and I grin behind my mask, knowing she can hear it, knowing it’s making a shiver of fear and excitement run down her spine. I grin even bigger because I know it’s also making her panties wet. I swear I can already taste the sweetness of her arousal on my tongue and feel the wet heat of her tight pussy wrapped around my cock.
