Page 94 of Born into Madness
Planting a hand on the ground beside her, I roll her clit between my fingers as I thrust into her, harder and faster. I know she’s only seconds away, but before she lets go, she turnsher head and grabs the part of my mask that’s bunched around my neck. She pulls me to her, pressing her lips to mine and kissing me. Cyn’s kisses are always sweet as fucking honey. Everything she does is filled with love. Even though the kiss is hard and hungry and erotic as hell, it’s also so goddamn sweet because I can feel the love in it.
And it’s that feeling that tips me over the edge. I feel her body tense as the orgasm hits her, but I’m already pulsing inside her, filling her with everything I have. I’ve never worn a condom with her, and I don’t ever want to. We’re playing with fire, but I don’t care. I want her, I want every part of her, and I want the future that I never once thought was possible for someone like me.
She makes me want it all.
Her kiss turns gentle as my body stills, both of us completely spent and filled with the kind of euphoria that can only be found after a good fuck with the person you love, or at least that’s the only place I’ve ever found it. Not even killing brings me this kind of high.
“Wow,” she whispers against my lips.
I gently pat her clit, grinning when she sucks in a quick breath of air at the stimulation. “Nothing is impossible when it comes to your naked body,krovinka. I will always make it come. I don’t care how long it takes or what I have to do, but it will always happen as many times as I want it to.”
She nods. “I believe you.” When I slowly start to slide out of her, she winces and squeezes her eyes shut. “Ow.”
I grin. I can’t help it, but then I lay down next to her and pull her against me so I can hold her close. “I’d apologize, but it would be a lie. I’m not even remotely sorry. That was fucking amazing, and chasing you is my new favorite thing.”
“That was fun,” she admits. “I don’t think I can walk, but it was fun.” Hiking her leg over mine and lifting up, she looksdown at the mask that still covers everything from the nose up. Her fingers trace the lines of it as she studies me.
“This is really creepy,” she says, and I give her a wink from behind it.
“That’s the point,krovinka.”
“How many people have you killed, Sasha?”
I sigh and reach up to brush back a strand of her hair. My girl looks like she’s just been put face down and fucked to within an inch of her life. In other words, so beautiful it makes my chest ache.
“Over a hundred,” I say, “and before you can ask, I don’t regret a single one.”
She’s quiet for a second, but then she drags her finger along my jaw and whispers, “Do you think you’ll ever stop?”
Instead of answering her, I ask, “Would it bother you if I didn’t?”
“I worry about you,” she admits. “You live a very dangerous life. Every kill makes you more enemies. I don’t want anything to happen to you, and I don’t want you to get caught and go to prison.”
“That will never happen.” My fingers brush her cheek. “If the urge ever goes away, I’ll stop. Until then, I’ll stick to the rules, and I always take precautions and keep myself safe. It’s sweet that you worry, but you don’t need to, and I don’t want you to.”
I grab her hand and kiss the finger that now wears my ring.
She taps on the cheek of my mask. “You’re not fooling me, Sasha. You’re nothing but a big softie underneath that mask.”
I laugh as she pulls it up and off my head. Sitting up beside me, she looks at the mask in her hands and slowly runs her finger over the dried blood spatter. It’s hard to explain what I feel when she does that. This is a part of my life that I wanted to keep her from, that I wanted to protect her from, but then she handed me the very thing that represents my dark side and toldme she wanted me to wear it while chasing her. She blurs every line I have and constantly confuses the hell out of me.
My eyes stay on her as she lifts the skull mask and slips it on over her head. My heart stops when she turns her head and looks at me.
“You’re right,krovinka. That is pretty creepy,” I say with a grin, repeating her favorite word to describe the very expensive mask I had custom made that has reliably scared the hell out of a large number of grown men.
Instead of answering, she does the slight head tilt, but instead of scaring me, it makes my cock start to stiffen.
I hear her soft hum of approval when she looks and sees the effect she’s having on me. I make no move to grab her, even though I’m dying to. I wait to see what she’ll do, and when she rests her hands on my chest and hikes her leg over so she can straddle me, I groan my appreciation.
“I was really hoping you’d do that, Cyn.”
“We have time for one more round, right?” she asks, and I know that if I were to lift the mask up, I’d see a big smile on her beautiful face.
“Not too sore anymore?” I tease and then hiss out a breath when she lightly drags her nails down my chest and abs before running them up the length of my cock.
“Oh, I’m still sore,” she says, “but I’m in charge in this position, so I can take it nice and slow. Maybe I’ll make you beg this time.”
I laugh and give her ass a hard smack, grinning when the sound echoes through the night. “Do your worst,krovinka.”
