Chapter 11 #3
My heart swells, uneven thumps in my chest as it tries to beat through my ribs. The feelings I have for this complicated man. They’re unwanted and yet, there despite it.
“I just need thirty minutes alone with him,” I tell them.
Bane freezes, and so does everyone else. Eyes blink at me, and I stare them down.
“Fine. But we’re checking on you on the dot,” Ellery says.
My tongue pushes into my cheek. The way I want to stick it out at them. Like a child. That is what I’ve been reduced to.
“I’ll go with him, and I’ll be careful,” Bane reassures them.
As if this man doesn’t saw people in half on the daily and make jewelry from their body parts.
I suppress an eye roll.
“Treat him like the gentleman he is,” Ellery says, and I remind myself to cut into their femoral artery while they sleep.
“Watch them,” I tell Nova, and then add, “Or you will die. Slowly.”
Nova doesn’t bat an eyelash, and I move out of the room, Bane following reluctantly.
When I make it to my room, I shut the door behind him, watching as he bounces around the room, trying to contain his nervous energy.
“What do you want, Georgiy?” The way he says my name makes my heart flutter. He tries to say it like a Russian, but it comes out like a Valley girl. I like it far more than I should.
“I want you to stop being obstinate.”
“I can’t change who I am. And I’m only stubborn when it comes to you. You make me angry. And I don’t like being upset, and you make me…”
I grind my teeth slightly and then begin removing my shirt. One button and then two, my heart thudding in my chest. I need to give him something to keep him.
His words falter and then stop completely, his eyes widening as he takes me in.
“Oh,” he breathes. “Oh, you know my weakness.”
I don’t respond, just continue to take my shirt off, letting the front fall open and down my shoulders as I drag it off. And then I’m in nothing but my pants, my hands trembling lightly at my sides.
Bane doesn’t move, just wets his lips as he takes me in.
I know he’s impulsive, always doing things without thinking, but he’s never tried touching me without permission.
It’s one more reason I loathe that I like him. He’s just so… incredible.
I take a step toward him and then another, my fingers wrapping around his wrist and bringing his hand to my chest. He gasps, that little sigh he gives when he’s content, and then I let go. It’s an invitation. One allowing him to explore.
His fingers curl against me, brushing against my chest hair, and then he steps closer, his pupils blown out, his mouth parting in pants.
“Oh my,” he murmurs as he drags his hand across to my pecs, toying with my nipples, hardening them, making my cock perk up. I don’t like to be touched, but for some reason, this…this is not as terrible as I thought it would be. In fact, it’s…
I pull my lips between my teeth and exhale through my nose.
Blyat.
My cock aches as he drags his hand down my sternum and right to my abdomen.
I hold my breath as his fingers swirl the hair leading to my cock, and as they trace the top of my slacks, I exhale slowly.
“How long do I get to do this?” he asks softly, his eyes meeting mine.
“For as long as you want.”
“Can I bite it?”
I hesitate only a moment, realizing that the thump in my chest is excitement.
“Da.”
He groans and then steps forward, his mouth falling on me. Sensation erupts across my chest as his teeth graze my skin.
He moans as if I’m the best thing he’s sunk his teeth into, before pulling away, his lips and cheeks pink. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”
That makes something inside me unfurl. Dangerous. Obsessive.
“Take what you want, Bane of my existence. You own me just as much as I own you.”
He lowers his head once more, his tongue flicking across my nipple, sucking on it, tasting it.
My hands fist near my sides as I try to control myself.
I want to push him to the ground and do unspeakable things to him. Things I’d have to confess to a priest.
But instead, I just stand there and take it. The torture I deserve. For as long as he wants to give it to me.
My skin crawls and squirms, eager to back away but also desperate to lean into it. Into him. His tongue is wet and warm, his breathing heady and full of need.
I know I could take anything I want from him and he’d give it to me.
But I don’t. I just let him explore.
I stand there for what feels like hours, but what is most likely minutes, until the door opens and Bane removes his mouth from me, his lips pink, his cheeks flushed. My entire chest is wet and tingling.
“Seems you’re having a good time,” Ellery says with Nova right behind her, a hand on the back of Ellery’s neck.
“I am. The best time in the whole world. Even better than the time I took someone’s knuckles from their hands while they were still alive.”
Ellery’s eyes twinkle, and I glower at them. It goes ignored.
“Good. Yell if you need me. I have the hearing of a hawk and the kick of a horse. I could take him down in seconds.”
“Thanks,” Bane says, clearly smitten. But I don’t want him thinking of anyone but me. Only me.
The door closes, and Bane turns back toward me, his eyes sweeping over my chest. I’m sure it’s pink from where he’s sucked and bit. He’s leaving his mark on me.
I’ll check later when I’m alone, letting myself observe what I’ve allowed him to do. To relive it.
Bane’s eyes are glimmering with a feral need.
“I’m not done with you,” he says, and I nod slowly, allowing him to push me backward until the back of my knees hit the mattress. He shoves me again, and I sit. And then he’s crawling up me.
“Can I touch your arms?” he asks as he drags his tongue around my belly button.
My fingers tingle. I imagine his mouth around them, sucking. “Yes.”
He kisses and licks his way up my chest and to my shoulders, nibbling his way across my collarbone to my right arm.
His fingers link with mine as he lifts my arm up and presses wet kisses across my biceps, down to my forearm.
His teeth graze the vein there, which is pounding through the skin.
And when he makes it to my fingers, he presses his lips against the inside of my wrist.
“I’m going to suck your fingers like I suck dick.”
My cock jumps between my legs as he does just as he said.
He pulls each finger into his mouth, rolling his tongue along each knuckle until I’m fisting the bedsheets, trying to remain composed.
And then he moves back to my chest, licking and sucking at my nipples before moving to the other arm and doing it all over again.
I’m panting and hot, my dick leaking uncomfortably in my pants, and yet I do nothing but let him continue. I told him I’d let him explore, to have access to this part of me until he was done. Now I wonder if he’ll ever stop. If he’ll keep me here until I die.
My mind goes hazy, just feeling him touch me—licking, biting, consuming. Until he finally pulls away and stares down at me. His hair is a mess, his cheeks red.
“I want to come all over you. I want you to wear me.” His eyes gaze into mine. “Tell me yes.”
“Yes.”
A moment later, his cock is out and I’m watching him stroke it. It doesn’t take him long, cum erupting in streams across my chest, his body shaking as he makes a mess of me.
And then he slumps down, his hands smearing it into my skin.
“Don’t wash it off.”
“Mm.”
He slides off me, and I watch as he divests himself of his clothes before snuggling up against me. His hand drags across my chest, his face stuffed against my armpit. I want to get up and wash myself clean, but I don’t. I can’t make myself move. So I just lie there with him cuddled up against me.
“Oh, I’m so rude. Do you want to come? I can suck your dick.”
I don’t reply quickly enough because he adds, “Or you could touch yourself and I can watch.”
“I don’t need to.”
He huffs as he continues to stroke my chest. He won’t stop. Did I open this door I’m unable to close? Probably. And yet, for some reason, I don’t mind that I did.
“I’m going to close my eyes for a bit. If you want to stick your dick in my mouth while I’m sleeping, go ahead. You know I’m yours.”
And with that, his hand slowly stops moving, and minutes later, I hear soft snores coming from him, his warm breath hitting my sensitive skin.
My finger trails across my abdomen and up to my chest, feeling the essence of Bane there.
I don’t hate it as much as I should.