Chapter 51
Bane
I want to rip Destiny’s head from her shoulders, but I know Ash will deal with her.
My quick, long strides cross the bar to reach Slade as she gets to the doorway.
My hand curls around her arm, feeling the ragged, thick scar.
I turn her to face me, and the war of doubt, shame, and guilt playing over her features guts me.
“You have nothing to be ashamed of, baby. These marks show how fucking strong you are.”
“He’s right, Slade.” Tats steps forward. “Whatever you faced getting those battle scars is a sign that you conquered, just like the queen you are. Don’t let anyone ever tell you any differently.”
Her mouth curls into a small smile, and she looks up at me.
“You claimed me,” I say, feeling the awed satisfaction of those words. “Called me your man.”
“Shut up.”
Then she launches at me.
I catch under her ass to hold her to me as she hooks her legs around my waist and smashes her mouth to mine.
Everyone else is forgotten; there’s only Slade. My woman. My fierce, strong warrior.
My mouth ravages hers as I carry her up the stairs and head straight for my room, somehow not tripping on the way. Entering my bedroom, I kick the door shut and lock it, then toss her onto the bed, making her short, choppy hair flop over her forehead.
“I’m sorry,” she apologizes as she frantically undoes her jeans. “I’m sorry I believed what she showed me and didn’t even doubt it.”
“Not now,” I growl. We’ll address everything after I make her come so many times she sobs.
I pull off her boots and reach for the bottom of her jeans, ripping them off, leaving her in her sports bra and panties.
Deciding she needs to see herself, I scoop her into my arms and carry her into the ensuite.
“What are you doing?” she demands.
I don’t answer; instead, I put her on her feet. She looks up at me with a quizzical look, and I grip her shoulders and gently turn her so she faces the full-length mirror.
I pull out my knife from inside my cut, taking it out slowly so she has a chance to see and not be startled by it. I keep my eyes on her in the mirror. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” she answers without hesitation.
“I’ll always protect you. I’ll guard your body, and I’ll always fight like fucking hell for your soul. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
Her tone is strong and certain but her eyes flick to the knife in my hand.
“This is a tool.” I twist it. “It can hurt, like the one Antwane used on you. Or it can kill, like the one you used to end him and his reign of terror.” I lay the blade flat against the top of her shoulder.
“It can protect, like how I’d wield it to keep you safe.
” I slip the knife tip under the strap of her sports bra and flick, shredding the material. “It can even be used for pleasure.”
The sound of her breathing fills the bathroom, and I trail the knife tip lightly over her skin to the other side and cut that strap away.
The material of her sports bra falls, only being held up by the elastic band around her torso.
Her perfect tits bounce free, her dark nipples hardening into tight buds.
Taking the knife, I cut through the elastic, and the bra falls completely off her body. Next, I trail the knife down over her stomach, like a lethal lover’s caress, because that’s exactly what I am. I make quick work of her panties, and they pool at our feet.
“Look at yourself, Slade,” I command in a husky voice. “See yourself as I see you.”
In the mirror, her eyes shift from mine to look at her body—completely naked, scarred, and so fucking beautiful.
Doubt coats her face as she studies herself.
With my thumb, I tilt her chin up. Once her gaze is back on mine, my hand trails down over the left scar that starts under her collarbone to the swell of her breast. My hand continues over her breast and tight nipple and down over her stomach, where it stops.
I splay my fingers wide over her stomach.
“When you bear my children,” she sucks in sharply, but I continue, “your body will change, have marks from the miraculous ability to grow a precious life within you that we created. Will you view those marks as ugly and a sign of weakness, too?”
Her eyes shimmer with tears. “No.”
I lean down and kiss her neck. “Then allow yourself to view these marks through a different lens. They’re not a sign of weakness, Slade…they’re anything but.”
I know it will take more than my words being said to her a couple of times for her to change the way she views these scars, and maybe it will never happen, but I won’t stop trying. However, for now, I shift to another focus—her pleasure.
I remove the sheath for my knife from my cut and secure it over the sharp blade. Twisting it, I hold the sheathed part.
“Hands on the mirror and spread your legs, baby.” I kiss her neck, watching her in the reflection.
She does as I order, her eyes on me the entire time. Slipping a finger inside her, I groan against her neck at the absolute delicious feel of her, and the fact that she’s giving herself to me.
I’ll deal with Destiny for hurting Slade and for making her doubt me. However, Slade and I are back on track now, and I feel a stronger closeness with her, as if the last vestige of her resistance is gone, and she’s completely and fully mine.
I move my finger inside her to prepare her for what’s to come. Her fingers curl against the mirror as I slowly pump my finger in and out until her slickness drips down my hand.
“More. I need more, Bane.” She shifts, trying to create friction on her clit from my hand.
“Good girl, telling me what you want and need.” I kiss her neck, my scruff brushing her skin, causing her to shiver. I press the knife’s handle to her pussy, and her eyes pop wide as her breath catches.
“This is a tool,” I remind her. “One that will give you pleasure instead of pain.”
Her right leg shakes, but I know it’s not from fear; not when she spreads her legs wider for me to push the handle inside her.
“Bane.” Her voice is all need as I slowly push the handle into her. “Please.”
“Watch in the mirror, baby. Watch how this tool of destruction can bring you so much fucking pleasure.”
She obeys, and I fuck her with my knife until the bathroom is filled with the sounds of her slick wet cunt and her gasps, moans, and pleas for me to let her come.
I’m so fucking hard, my dick is pulsing, and my balls are sucked tight to me and tingling.
If I rubbed against her, I’d explode in my jeans just like that first time with her.
The way this woman affects me, turns me on like no other, especially as she lets go of all her pain, allowing herself to feel every-fucking-thing.
“I love you, Slade.” The words slip out without my permission, but I don’t give a shit. They’re one thousand percent true.
Her head lifts to look at me. So much happiness and joy are shining in her expression that my heart nearly combusts. “Bane, I—”
Her words are cut off by my finger working her clit; I did that on purpose. I don’t know if she was about to issue her own declaration of love. But if she was, I want her to express it when she isn’t in the throes of raging need or to say it in return just because I said it.
“Oh fuck.” Her eyes roll back, and both her legs shake.
“Come for me,” I command darkly, feeling her on the edge. “Give me your pleasure.”
She arches her back, straining to reach her release. “Yes. Yes, daddy.” The nickname sends a shot of pre-cum straight out of my dick. “Oh, God!” Her body is taut like a bow about to be unleashed.
“I’m your god now,” I remind her. “Eyes on me.”
She opens her eyes and unleashes.
Her screams fill the bathroom and tears run down her cheeks. “Bane,” she chants repeatedly.
“Give me more,” I order, like the absolute dark god I am. I’ll own every ounce of her pleasure.
I work her hard and long with the knife in her pussy and my other hand working her clit until she’s sobbing from another orgasm. “I need you. I need you to fill me. Please. Please fuck me, Bane.”
I pull the knife free and toss it to the floor, then undo my jeans, not taking the time to step out of them as they pool around my feet.
She pushes her hips back, hands braced against the mirror. “Hard. Please, Bane. Own me.”
Fuck, yes.
“Mine,” I snarl and drive in, hard. “You’re fucking mine.”
Her tightness sheaths me, her walls dragging along my length. My hips pull back until only my tip is inside her, and her walls clutch me as if to never let me go, and I hammer forward, driving in harder than before. Her chest heaves as the air is knocked out of her, and her mouth opens in shock.
“Too much?” I check in with her.
“God, no. More. More. Fill me with your cum.”
My balls draw impossibly tighter to my body, threatening mass annihilation of my dick because I know I’m going to come the hardest I’ve ever come before.
I fuck her, wild and hard, like a feral animal, needing to mark my territory and my woman. I want her big and round with my child, but not until she’s ready and has had a chance to truly live.
“I can’t fill you with my cum,” I grit, even though every alarm bell is going off, warning of that very thing happening.
“I got the shot when the doctor was here that Cherry had organized for the Bunnies. Please, Bane.”
That’s all I need. Yet, I still try like an Olympian to achieve my goal of not coming quite yet. “I need you to come one more time. Come around this cock that is only yours.”
“I can’t,” she pants.
“The fuck you can’t,” I snarl. I return to working her clit—well, it’s more like an assault on her clit, but I’m a man incensed with determination. “I own your pleasure, remember? You will give me one more.”
She shakes her head even as her walls clench around me.
My other hand wraps around her throat from the front, and her eyes open. “I want my brand on you. Right here.” My hand squeezes. “On the front of your neck, so every motherfucker knows you’re mine.”
“Your Old Lady?” Her eyes glisten.
“Fuck, yes. And we’ll marry as well, so the rest of the world knows you’re mine, too. No one will ever take you from me.”
Possessive fire leaps into her eyes. “Will you wear my brand in the same place?”
In our club, it’s not customary for a brother to wear a ‘property of…’ tattoo for his Old Lady, but there’s no doubt in my mind that I will.
“Yes. I’m yours, Slade. In this life and the next.”
Her orgasm sweeps in, and her cries of euphoric pleasure are filled with joy. It takes me with her, and I come with the force of a rocket.
“Slade,” I grunt and groan into her neck, feeling my cum erupt into her. I fill her as she squeezes and clenches around me, which prolongs the most incredible orgasm of my life.
I press my face into her neck, loving the feel of her skin, loving the feel of her in my arms, and loving the feel of being buried in her with the afterglow of the life-altering sex. Just…loving her.
When there are only mild aftershock tremors lingering, I pull out and lean back to stare at her.
I see the scars down her back, and so much fucking love and pride swells within me at her strength. And then I see my cum dripping out to coat her thighs, and it’s a sight I want to see every day, as many times as possible.
Gently turning her around by the shoulders, as she’s a bit wobbly on her feet, I kiss her deeply, as if my life depends on it.
Because it does.