Sasha: Chapter 24

I broke at least five traffic laws.

Cameras flashed capturing the tag number and I grinned. It was my brother’s car so I wouldn’t be paying the ticket.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” I questioned Autumn for the tenth time since I picked her up. “It sounds too dangerous and reckless.”

“Yes,” she assured. “I’ll be in and out.”

My gaze flicked her way, dry and sarcastic. “Famous last words.” She just rolled her eyes as she dug through her shit, probably searching for her passport. “So back to your comment about being into rough stuff.”

When Autumn called me asking for a ride to the airport, she casually dropped an idea. That maybe Sasha’s remark about me not being ready had something to do with his sexual preferences.

Autumn’s cheeks stained crimson. God, I didn’t want to know what she and my brother did last night. It was obviously unsuitable for virgin ears.

“It just dawned on me that maybe he was… you know… into rough stuff.”

“Like BDSM?” I asked curiously.

“Yeah, or rough shit,” she murmured, turning even redder.

I came to a red light and looked out the window pensively. He never gave me any inclination that he was into rough sex and certainly not into BDSM. Well, except he did spank my ass that first time he made me orgasm. Maybe that was a preview?

My thighs quivered and heat bloomed in my stomach, moving lower and lower. It made me squeeze my thighs together to ease the ache. God, why couldn’t my body react like this for Killian? Instead, all my pussy cared about was Sasha goddamn Nikolaev.

“That would be problematic,” I murmured more to myself. The fear of getting tied up and abused stemmed back to my worst nightmares. There was more to the whole BDSM thing than just submission and getting tied up, but my mind blanked at just the thought of it and my heart rate went into overdrive.

“You and Alessio–” I started, at this point I was certain every inch of Autumn’s body was blushing. Not red, but fucking maroon. “Actually, never mind. I don’t want to know.”

“He’s not into that stuff,” she muttered quickly.

He must be into some of it if she was turning so beet red. Good God, I kind of wanted to know but then I really didn’t. There was definitely such a thing as too much information.

“I just want you to be happy, Branka,” Autumn said, putting her hand on my elbow. “Killian’s hot and he seems nice. But I don’t see you getting all worked up over him.”

“We have an agreement.”

“Fuck the agreement,” she spat frustratedly. “I want to see that fire in your eyes. Like when you said you’d carve Sasha’s heart out. You felt so strong about him to actually want to carve his heart out. I don’t see that spark with Killian.”

A frustrated breath left me.

“I’ve known Sasha a lot longer,” I sighed. “Besides, it would reflect poorly on Alessio if I broke the agreement now.”

“I love your brother,” she croaked. “I really do. But I want you to be happy. Fuck the agreement and all that bullshit. This is your life we’re talking about.”

Yes, it was my life, but I had no intentions of starting a war for a man that couldn’t even keep his promise.