Page 26 of Born into Sin

“No.”

“It’s a long drive,” she reminds me.

“And it would be even longer if I had to listen to your shit music the whole damn way.”

“Hey, you don’t know my music is shit,” she argues.

“Did you like the music at the club?”

Her answer comes fast. “Of course.”

“Exactly,” I tell her, still feeling the headache throbbing at the base of my skull from being forced to listen to that upbeat, poppy shit for several hours. “No way in hell am I going to drive both your asses out into the middle of nowhere while listening to anything even remotely close to what plays in that club.”

“You need to get with the times,” she says, making me let out a harsh laugh.

“I’ll get with the times when your generation starts making music that actually sounds good.”

Natalya wiggles into a more comfortable position on the console, and when I shift again, my hand brushes even further up her thigh. I hear the soft gasp she gives, and for some insane reason my instinct is to brush a finger along the back of her knee to let her know it’s okay. We’re away from the lights of the city now, and the movement was covered in darkness, but the memory of how soft her skin had felt is all I can think about. I force my hand back to the steering wheel before I do something really stupid like slide it between her thighs.

Svetlana only manages twelve minutes of silence before she starts talking again—ten minutes longer than I thought she’d be able to pull off.

“So you’re here to stay then? You’re not going back to Italy?”

“I like it here,” I tell her, not elaborating.

“Why haven’t you ever gotten married?”

“Sveta,” Natalya whispers and then tells her something in Russian.

They have a conversation that I’m not privy to, but it must not do much good, because as soon as Natalya stops speaking, Svetlana switches to English and asks the question again.

“I have no desire to get married,” I tell her.

“Don’t you want kids?”

I let out a harsh laugh. The idea of getting a woman pregnant has always been one of my top three worst fears. Number one—my dick stops working, and number two—going blind. Being tied to a woman because I knocked her up and then having to care for and support the baby has always come in solidly at number three. Before I can answer her question, a very vivid image of me thrusting into Natalya and burying myself deep as her small body clings to mine while her pussy clenches me tightly, pulling the cum from my body, flashes through my mind.

What the ever-living fuck was that?

I’m so stunned by the fantasy that it takes me a second to realize Svetlana’s talking again.

“So you’re just going to be alone for the rest of your life? Don’t you have a girlfriend or something?”

“Just ignore her,” Natalya says. “She’s never understood personal boundaries.”

“Oh, I understand them. I’m just too nosy to care.”

I give a small smile at her honesty and answer her questions. “No kids, no girlfriend,” I tell her. Daring a quick look at Natalya, I see the corner of her mouth lift up the tiniest bit like she’s trying hard to fight the show of emotion.

The next few minutes are quiet until Svetlana points a finger up ahead. “It’s up here next to the mile marker sign.”

When I slow down and shift again, I swear Natalya presses her thigh just a little bit harder against my hand, making sure the contact between our bodies lasts as long as possible. Pulling along the side of the road, I look over at the dark woods and shake my head.

“I can’t believe you two did this.”

Svetlana huffs out a breath. “Is it really all that surprising? We have zero freedom and bodyguards watching us every second of every day. It was bound to happen sooner or later. You should be thrilled this is all we got up to tonight.”

I turn my head, looking over at her. “Do you think maybe those rules are in place for a reason?”

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