Chapter 13
GEORGIY
When I emerge from the bathroom, Bane is on the bed, having successfully managed to maneuver all of the sheets and blankets onto the floor from wiggling so much.
It doesn’t irritate me like it usually would. Growing up in such a rigid family, everything had its place. The bedsheets definitely didn’t belong on the ground. But with Bane, it seems the things that I’d assumed were correct may not be right after all.
Perhaps I can survive a little mess.
I step around the heap and kneel on the bed. Bane smacks his lips together, his pupils blown out, his dick still hard.
“Where do you want me?” he asks, and I consider it. Do I want him to touch me again? Or would I rather just tie his arms behind his back and fuck his throat?
Blyat. The way I’ve thought about this. About him. And yet I’ve never let myself have it.
He deserves more. He deserves someone who can give him everything he needs.
I’m not sure I’m that man.
When I first met him, I assumed he was just an entitled, wild brat, but that day he confessed things to me, it changed my mind.
Once again, I was proven wrong.
Bane deserves someone more than me. He deserves so much more than I have to offer.
“I don’t have to touch. I can just suck,” he offers, but I ignore his suggestion.
“Net. Come lie between my legs.”
It must be the way he needs me tonight that has me caving.
“You sure?”
“I never say things twice. Come.”
He waits for me to lie down before crawling between my legs and sitting there, his head bowed, his eyes on my cock.
“You can suck for as long as you want.”
His hands twist in front of him. “And touch?”
“If you’d like.”
“I would. I’d like it very much.”
He moves into position, resting his hands on my thighs, my skin crawling, disgust and pleasure warring with one another.
His tongue slides out and tongues the tip of my dick. Blyat. He’s good with his mouth. It makes me hiss, an intake of breath that is almost painful. His mouth feels too good. Too good to ignore.
It shouldn’t be this way. He’s not at all my type—someone so unhinged and messy—but here we are.
“No coming,” I grunt. “Not tonight.”
He moans and takes me further into his mouth, my cock sliding easily down his throat as he swallows around me.
I can hear the gurgle, the wet slip of his saliva pooling around his lips.
I’ve made him wait for this, for a chance to suck me off, but it’s because I’m so close to snapping, to giving in.
I could devour him, hurt him.
But he likes pain. He craves it.
My skin tingles, my muscles pulled tight as he drags his mouth off me and kisses the tip of my cock sweetly. Too sweet for someone like him. And yet, he is the sweetest. Unapologetically.
“You taste good. Like a cum popsicle.”
My fingers move to his head, curling against his scalp and pulling on his hair roughly.
“No more talking, Bane of my existence.”
He simply groans as I pull him back onto me, tunneling down his throat, over and over. I’m trying to hurt him, to make him run, but he only clings on tighter, gagging around my length, gurgling.
Like he’s fighting for his life.
The way this man has made me obsessed with him.
Who would have known?
His free hand slides up my hip and rests just over my heart, the one pounding loudly in my ears, as I continue to fuck his mouth and throat. Roughly. Without pause. And the small pressure of his hands on me makes my balls ache. They harden, drawing up, pleasure zipping down my spine.
“Bane. Umnyashka—” I groan as I spill into him.
He swallows it all, spit sliding down my hard length, wetting the sheets beneath us.
His moans vibrate through me. He’s choking from the force of it, from how long I’ve waited for this.
I lean up and see him, messy and blissful, my cum lingering on his cheeks.
He doesn’t wipe it up, either, nor does he remove my dick from his mouth.
Instead, his hand curls against my chest, and he lays his head on my hip.
Warming me.
My hands loosen in his hair, and he sighs, his lips sucking softly on my half-hard dick.
I don’t make him move. I should, but I can’t make myself. I am growing obsessed with him. With his attention, with his eyes on me. I’m jealous and possessive. I want him all to myself. And yet, I have no right. I’m not whole.
But then again, neither is he.
So I don’t move him. I just let him lie there, my legs draped around him, a hand stroking his head, his fingers curled against my heart.
Perhaps since I know things about him, he should get to know a part of me. He’s asked, but I’ve not yet divulged. It seems now I should.
“I was the best in my field. One of the top cardiovascular surgeons in the state of Maryland. I had the lowest mortality rate, and there was rarely anyone I couldn’t help.
I was sought after. People came from states away to be operated on by me.
But with that prestige came fame. And eventually, the wrong people came to me, asking for help.
At first, I refused to work on her. She wasn’t a good candidate, her heart far too damaged, but they blackmailed me.
Forced me. I operated on her and she died.
I knew it would happen, and I did it anyway. ”
Bane stops sucking and glances up at me. My finger strokes down his nose.
“I did it knowing what could happen. Don’t worry. After what they did to me, I found them later and made them pay. With the help of Mikhail, they’re all dead now.”
He sighs and goes back to sucking, my fingers curling through his hair once more. I like the texture of it, soft and wild. Just like him.
“That’s how I lost the skin off my back. It was their form of revenge. They took me, held me captive, and ripped strips of skin from me while I was still awake. I’m lucky that’s all they took. It could have been worse.”
My cock has fallen from his mouth now, and he is leaning up, his chin resting on my pelvic bone. Blyat, he’s a sight, my cum lining his skin, the flush on his cheeks.
Those eyes.
The ones that seem to watch me so intently.
“And that’s when you stopped being a surgeon?”
“Yes. After that, I couldn’t work. The pain of it, the recovery. By the time I was able to go back, I couldn’t. No longer wanted to. It’s when I moved to Upstate New York, to get away from all the attention. I tried to disappear. And then I met Mikhail. He saved me just like I’ve saved him.”
Bane blinks, and his eyes meet mine. “I’m glad they’re dead.”
“Me too.”
“You made them suffer?”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
He moves my dick back into his mouth and continues to cockwarm me until finally, I feel him drift off to sleep. His mouth twitches around my soft dick every so often, waking me up with the soft sighs he gives.
When I grow hard again, I fuck his throat while he sleeps.
I take what’s mine. And he accepts it, like he always does, pliant and happy, falling back asleep with my dick still in his mouth.
It’s only in the morning hours that it slips from him, and he groans, his body taut, not with lust or need, but with fear. He’s sweating, shaking, his body curling up tightly.
I need to find the person responsible for this, for hurting him.
I will strip the skin from their bones and make them watch.
Quickly, I shift away from him, kneeling near him, jostling him roughly.
“Bane. Wake up.”
He groans, his eyes popping open, wide and hazy. He looks shocked, confused, and on the verge of crying. His voice is rough, strained. He clears it, wetting his lips.
“Georgiy.”
“Tell me.”
“I know my name,” he whispers. “I think I know my name.”