Chapter 1 #2
After Rafe told me that, I asked Angela if she’d heard any more about it, and she’d quietly handed me whatever video she’d been able to smuggle onto her phone.
I saw a grainy Bane standing over Barry for a moment, breathing controlled, eyes scanning the room to make sure nothing was out of place, no witnesses.
Then he turned and walked away as if nothing had happened. No apology, no hesitation.
The idea of remorse didn’t exist in his vocabulary.
So I didn’t expect him to feel bad about Vinny now either.
I had to though. I shoved at him in the locker room, but he didn’t budge as he slammed me into the towering set of double stacked lockers. “What are you doing?”
He lifted a brow. “I told you. I’m not letting you save him, Bianca. He isn’t worth saving anyway.”
“You’ve been gone for weeks and now you want to hold me hostage right when you get back?” I glared at him.
He hummed and the vibration rattled through my bones before he asked, “You miss me then?”
“No,” I spit out too quickly. The truth was that I had, too much. Ezra, Bane, and Rafe were friends even if Bane kept to himself most of the time. “You didn’t call or text or answer when I reached out. So, maybe I forgot you existed.”
“Right … you forgot and yet you can barely catch your breath when I touch you.” And then he leaned in. He got close to me in a way he never ever did. He let me feel his heat and his breath and the brush of his lips on my ear as he said, “Just how wet are you?”
“What?” I gasped. Bane and I didn’t discuss our attraction toward one another. It’d been going on for years, but it wasn’t something we ever talked about. “You … you can’t ask me that.”
“I just did.” He said it so matter-of-factly that I wondered where he’d been this past month. What had changed? How had he changed so much?
“I’m promised to your brother, Bane.” I looked away from him now, ashamed that I had to say it.
“Exactly. Maybe I need to protect him from you.” He and I both knew that wasn’t what he was doing. “Maybe I want to know if you’re being faithful, or are you getting soaked for little Vinny out there?”
I lifted my chin, a defiance suddenly building within me. If he was going to goad me, I was going to goad him back. “Or maybe you know it’s not him that I get wet for, Bane.”
His piercing blue eyes darkened, his grip tightened. It was like he needed me to tell him otherwise when we both knew the truth. I’d longed for him for years. I didn’t care if this was how I was going to admit it. “Don’t say things you’ll regret by tempting a guy you can’t control, Bianca.”
“You think I control everyone else?”
“Vincent knows better than to go within three feet of you. Hell, I’ve told every guy not to. They’re not to flirt or look your way, pretty girl. They’re supposed to act like you don’t exist and still, you probably looked at him with those fucking eyes, and he risked his life immediately.”
“That’s not—”
“Two months ago you asked the headmaster if you could have study days instead of going to class, and you whispered please. I saw the way he looked down your shirt and granted you a request he shouldn’t have.”
My eyes widened at how much he’d watched me, at how much he knew. I didn’t try to seduce the headmaster into anything but the man was a slimy piece of shit. Every girl on campus knew that. “How dare you accuse me of that.”
“No one’s immune to you. No one but me, Bianca.” Him denying his feelings for me stung but then he nipped at my ear and dragged his teeth hard over the lobe. “I do enjoy tasting the fear on you though.”
“Fuck you, Bane.” I shoved at his chest to no avail.
“You willing to admit that’s what you want?
” He inched forward even closer, his length pressing firmly against my stomach.
My eyes widened, heat pooling in a way I couldn’t control.
Every nerve ending screamed, every thought blurred into a single pulse of awareness—him.
He was huge, rock solid, impossibly hard, and it felt like he was molded for me alone.
I could feel the tense press of his body, the low hum of his breath against my neck, the deliberate weight of him keeping me pinned just enough to notice every inch. My heartbeat pounded in my ears as I kept my answer to myself.
I wanted him forever.
“Do you feel that?” His voice was a low growl, husky and intimate, brushing against my ear in a way that made me shiver.
I swallowed hard, trembling under the sheer closeness, my lips parting instinctively. The smoldering touch of him, the tautness of his body, the smell of his cologne and something uniquely him—it all combined into a force that had me on the edge of losing control.
He shifted slightly, grinding just enough to make me aware of every reaction my body betrayed. My hands twitched, wanting to reach for him, to pull him closer, to memorize the tension in every line of him.
“No.” But the denial was weak at best. “You’re going to be my brother-in-law,” I whispered, but he tightened his hand deeper around my throat, and I wheezed.
Even then, I wanted more of him. I looked down at where I felt him, licking my lips, imagining how he’d fuck me, how he’d stretch me, how he’d feel in my mouth.
He growled like he was frustrated with what he saw and then his foot kicked out into the lower locker beside us.
It opened, and he gripped my thigh to swing one of my legs over.
I straddled the metal, and it nudged into my center with how short I was, standing on my tiptoes in order for it not to dig into me. “Bane, please, I can barely stand.”
“Then sit,” he commanded, and I felt the stubble of his jaw scrape against the shell of my ear as he went on, “and show me how wet you are.”
I shouldn’t have listened, but my mind was scrambling for air, for life. I couldn’t think clearly. It wasn’t because my body was shaking with desire. That was just adrenaline from being near him. So I slid my hips forward and then back once and hissed as the cool metal dug into my clit.
I had hoped nothing would show on the metal, but it was clear when I slid back that it was slick with my arousal.
Bane kept his hand on my throat as he dragged a finger from his other hand on the metal and then rubbed it over his thumb. “Is this arousal dripping from your pussy for him?”
I wiggled my hips, trying to adjust to the pressure between my legs, but instead the edge of the locker scraped against me just right. “Jesus,” I hissed, and my eyes rolled back.
“Not Jesus.” His hand moved under my skirt and found where my clit was pressed to the metal. He pushed down on it, pinching it against the edge. I tried to scoot backward as I whimpered out a pathetic please, but there was nowhere to go.
I had to endure the pain.
Or wanted to.
My breath caught as my nipples hardened. One lone tear escaped and dripped down my cheek as he watched my struggle. It’s like he knew the struggle wasn’t with pain though. I didn’t know how to fight the desire rolling out of me. “Say my name, not Jesus’s, Bianca Zarelli. Gasp it like you did his.”
He was unhinged, wild and completely irrational. “You’re ridiculous. Jesus is a common exclamatory name. You can’t be mad about me saying that.”
He pushed me harder into the metal, and I gasped before I bit my bottom lip, trying to save myself some dignity from crying out.
“Jesus might have died for you, but I’ll kill for you …
over and over again and live with the consequences.
” He smirked as he rolled his thumb around then.
I couldn’t stop myself, couldn’t avoid the feeling.
I was infected with it. He controlled my body now and I was too inexperienced to do anything else but move with him, my hips rolling to the rhythm of his thumb massaging my bundle of nerves.
“Yeah … I’d kill just to see you keep squirming like this in front of me. ”
“This is wrong, Bane,” I whimpered, but I wasn’t slowing down. I was chasing an ecstasy only he could provide at this point.
“Look how slick you’re making it.” He sounded mesmerized.
“This is wrong. You getting soaked with your future brother-in-law while the man you promised to marry is on the other side of these doors. Beautiful, filthy girl.” His words were fuel to whatever fire was burning inside me.
I wanted to do wrong, to rebel, to act out and it became addictive quickly as I stared into his blue eyes.
They were full of hunger, desire, and looked even obsessed.
I reveled in it, wanted more of it, and chased after it greedily.
No one wanted me like Bane did. No one even paid attention to me in my family anymore.
My mother tried to be there for me, but my father had always made it clear that their prestige outweighed my wellbeing.
I was a commodity to them and my value was simply in that I could marry to wash away his sins.
“Let me go, Bane.” It was a weak attempt to escape at best considering I didn’t want to anyway.
“Stop rocking your pussy back and forth and I will.”
More tears fell as I realized that I couldn’t keep my desires in check, that he’d now know for certain that I was sick with wanting for him and my voice broke as I admitted, “I can’t.
I can’t. I can’t.” I wasn’t sure if that was true or if I simply didn’t want to stop.
I’d wanted him for so long and if this was the only way, I’d take it even while I watched my dignity spiral down the drain.
“Because you like it too much, because you’ve always wanted this.” He told me like he knew me better than I knew myself. “Because you were made for me, Bianca.” Just that phrase was enough for me to see that Bane believed we were meant to be even if he had a fucked-up way of showing it.
He pressed hard one last time before he released my clit and my blood surged there, pulsing and bruising immediately like it needed relief.
All I could do was focus my attention there, moving back and forth quickly on the metal, but Bane dragged his hand up my waist and started unbuttoning my white shirt.
I batted his hand away half-heartedly. He took his other hand from my neck, and only then did I realize he’d been holding me up as I came down fully on the edge between my legs, crying out.
Not before he caught both of my wrists, though, in one hand and threw them up above me so that he could go back to unbuttoning my top.
“Don’t act like you don’t want me to see every part of you.
You’re mine now, you know that as well as I do.
” My white lace bra fell out and he wasted no time shoving the cups to the side so I was exposed, my breasts spilling out as my nipples puckered, erect solely for him.
“Go on now. Ride that metal until you come for me.”
Embarrassment filled my veins as he held me there to watch. Embarrassment because I couldn’t stop myself anymore. I was so close to a feeling I couldn’t even describe. It was more powerful and more overwhelming than I’d ever experienced. Every emotion I tried not to feel surfaced.
Fear. Embarrassment. Desire. Adrenaline. All mixed into one.
“I love that pink blush on your cheeks when you’re ashamed, Bianca. It’s on your tits now too.” Degradation: I found out that day how much I craved it.
“Shut up.” My breath came faster as I rocked my pussy forward and back over and over. He wasn’t giving me compliments or talking sweetly to me. He didn’t try to coax me with words like other men did and definitely not like Rafe had done over the years.
Instead he goaded me and grabbed the edge of my skirt. “Tell me, your pussy as pink as that blush too?”
“Don’t you dare.” I jerked my wrists, but he was too strong.
He lifted my skirt and a smile so devastating spread across his face as his pupils seemed to dilate. “Prettiest pink I ever did see.” It was a compliment finally, but he followed up with, “That greedy cunt of yours is ready for anything of mine at this point, isn’t it?”
I didn’t answer him. He didn’t get my words when he owned all of my body at this point anyway.
And his eyes devoured it, like he was cataloguing my every movement and when he knew I was going to go over the edge, he said with no emotion, “Keep your eyes on me when you come. So you know who you really want after all these years.”
Then he dragged a finger over my arousal on the metal before he brought it to my nipple, smearing it over me.
He bent his head to bite it hard. Pain was the last feeling to mix in with the others, and I cried out at his teeth digging in.
His eyes turned on me, vivid blue and in charge before he sucked the arousal from my breast. He let go of my wrists to grip each side of my hips.
I immediately threaded my hands in his hair as I rode out my high, telling him, “This is so good. So good, Bane. Kiss me, please. I need all of you. You’re the one I want. ”
The words were the wrong ones.
I knew they were as soon as I said them.
He pulled away from me like I was a fire burning him, and it was his turn to breathe fast before he told me, “It’s clear when a man leans over you or flirts with you, you have no control.
” He took a step back from me and then another.
“Don’t let any man other than my brother do it again or I’ll kill him, Bianca. I promise you that.”
And then he was gone, leaving me to straighten my skirt and clean myself up to look presentable on my own.