Page 41 of Born into Madness

“I have a feeling I have a lot of kinks, but since I’ve never had sex, I have no idea. I’ll let you know as we discover them together.”

Her mouth drops open in surprise, but then she smiles and shakes her head. “You almost got me with that one. Nicely done, but please leave.”

I ignore her dismissal and say, “Wait, I do have one. I really like my blood on you. That’s probably not a normal one, and you might want to prepare yourself because I have a feeling most of mine won’t be normal.”

She looks like she’s about to argue with me, but then she looks at my hand and realizes it’s still bleeding. “You need a bandage for that.”

“It’s just a nick. It’ll be fine.”

This time it’s her turn to ignore me. She turns and walks back to her desk, digging around until she pulls out a small pouch. Motioning for me to sit on her bed, she unzips it and gets out a small tube of Neosporin and a couple of Band-Aids.

Even though she clearly still doesn’t believe me, her touch is gentle when she grabs my hand and squeezes some of the ointment onto my finger.

“You need to clean this better when you get home, but it’ll work for now.”

I watch as she sticks a couple of Band-Aids on me, and when I see they’re pink with multi-colored dots on them, I can’t help but grin.

“Very manly,” I tell her.

She shrugs and zips her pouch back up. “You’re tough enough to pull it off.”

Before she can walk way, I grab her waist and pull her onto my lap. She’s stiff in my arms, but I don’t let it deter me. I squeeze her tighter and kiss her forehead.

“I have never lied to you, Cyn. This may come as a shock to you, but I’m not exactly normal. I’ve never once been interested in a woman before, or anyone for that matter, men or women. Nothing appealed to me, but then I saw you.” I brush her thick hair aside and kiss the curve of her neck, instantly growing hard again beneath her ass. “I don’t know what you’ve done to me,” I admit, “but I can’t stop thinking about you.”

When she starts to wiggle, I ask, “Do you feel that?”

“It’s pretty hard to miss.”

I smile against her skin and nip at her earlobe. “I’ve been like this pretty much nonstop since the night I saw you give Chort a treat.”

She turns her head in surprise. “You saw me that night?”

“I did. I had my first sex dream after that.”

“I don’t know what to say about that. I still find it hard to believe.”

I shrug and kiss the spot right behind her ear. “That may be so, but it’s still true. By the way, Chort is one of the most vicious dogs I’ve ever met. I found him close to a year ago, and it took weeks before I could get him to stop trying to rip my throat out.”

She laughs and shakes her head. “Now I know you’re lying.”

“I am not. He’s come a long way, but he has never once been friendly with anyone without first taking months to get to know them.” I give her skin another soft nip. “It seems my little Cyn is good at taming wild things.”

“Why do you call me little? I’m not little.”

“You’re over a foot shorter than me,” I remind her.

“I’m short,” she corrects, “but I’m not little.”

“You’re little to me,” I say with a shrug.

When my phone buzzes, I lift up enough so I can pull it out of my pocket. Mia’s face pops up with her text, asking if I can meet her and Damien at the club in thirty minutes. I type a quick reply, knowing the Russian is too fast for Cyn to catch.

“She’s really pretty,” she says, making no attempt to hide the fact that she was looking.

“I’m glad I’m not the only one with a jealousy issue,” I tell her, and then add, “She’s my little sister.”

Cyn tries to hide her smile and fails, but it dies when I say, “I need to go in a few minutes.”