Page 96 of Born into Madness
“It is,” she agrees. “I’m not so sure it’ll work the same with my butt.”
She feels the slight shrug I give. “Only one way to find out.”
“Maybe one day,” she says, and I can hear how tired she is, so I kiss her head and keep stroking her hair.
“I can live with that,” I say, feeling pretty confident I can ease her into the idea of anal sex. I went from having no interest in sex to wanting it every second of the day and in every position I can think of. My little Cyn has turned my world on its ass, and after she meets my family, I’m making her my wife.
The thought is calming, just like everything about her is, but as I drift off to sleep, it’s not the image of her walking down the aisle that fills my head, it’s the other part of me that she’s also sparked to life, the possessive, protective side that goes haywire every time I think about her.
Images of her stepdad run through my head as I imagine all the things I’m going to do to him.
Billy hurt her, and he’s been traumatizing her for years.
And that makes him fair game.
Chapter 16
Cynthia
At some point, hopefully in the very near future, I will learn to not be so nervous about new situations. Every day I feel like I’m doing better, the panic attacks haven’t made an appearance and I’m sleeping better than I ever have, but now that I’m about to meet Sasha’s family, the nerves are back in full force.
I wrap my arms tighter around Sasha as he weaves us through traffic. I’d missed him this morning. When I woke, he was already gone, but he’d left me a sweet note and the keys to the Jeep. A few days ago he taught me how to leave and enter our home, and I even got added into the scanners so I can come and go without having to use Sasha’s thumb or eyes.
The freedom is nice. It feels like our home now instead of me just shacking up at his place, and after I’d gotten back from classes, he and Chort had been waiting to greet me as soon as I walked in the door. Sasha had been relaxed and happy to see me, and Chort had been an excited ball of energy.
I’ve already come to love this new life of mine, settling into it as if it was always meant to be, and even though I’m a bundle of nerves at the moment, I know everything will be okay. If his family hates me, we’ll work through it and figure something out.Either way, Sasha and I will make it work because I’m not letting him go, and nothing but death will get me to take this beautiful ring off my finger. Now that I’m his, I can’t imagine being anyone else’s.
The apartment building we park under is the kind that I’ve never been inside. It’s the super rich kind that charge more in rent than I would ever be able to afford, and when Sasha takes my hand and leads me to a private elevator, I swallow the thick lump in my throat.
“The penthouse?” I ask, knowing he can hear the tremor in my voice.
He squeezes my hand and tucks me up against him. “My family has money, but they’re not what you’re thinking. My dad and uncles grew up poor and neglected in Moscow. There’s not a stuck-up bone in their bodies.”
Raising a hand to indicate the building our elevator is coasting up, he says, “All this is because my Uncle Danil is a gifted hacker like his son. That’s what got them started. After that, they learned to be good businessmen so they could have legitimate businesses that bring in money and fill their bank accounts with legal, traceable money.”
“What else do they own besides The Red Room?”
“A few clubs,” is the vague response I get.
“Such as?” I ask.
“Well, my brothers-in-law runLa Dolce Vita, and my family runs Pink.”
I go still at the mention of the city’s most popular strip club, the one that’s rumored to have the most beautiful dancers.
I try to keep my voice casual as the elevator keeps rising. “You go there a lot?”
As soon as the words leave my mouth, he spins me around so I’m pressed against the elevator wall and he’s towering over me. One hand on either side of my head, he takes a step back andleans down so he’s crowding my space and all I can see is him. I meet his light-blue eyes and refuse to look away.
“I have no desire to see other women naked,krovinka. I thought I already made that clear.” He tilts his head just the tiniest bit as he studies me. “I’m not like other men. I don’t think like them, and I don’t behave like them. I sometimes have to go to Pink for work.”
When I start to look away, he dips his head so he’s still the only thing I can see.
“Ask me how many times I’ve gotten hard there.”
When I don’t, he leans in and drags his nose along my cheek while he says, “Ask me how many times the women there have made my cock stiffen.” His lips are soft and teasing as they nip at my jaw before he whispers near my ear, “The cock that has your name tattooed onto it.”
His teeth graze my skin while I whisper, “How many times?”
