Chapter 6
BIANCA
Under the moonlight, I found out exactly what it was like to have Bane take control and destroy me.
He grabbed a fistful of my hair and whirled me around so I had to face the window of the haystack and look out at the bonfire in the distance.
He pushed me into the straw so hard that it scraped at my stomach and thighs enough to make me gasp before he smacked my ass brutally.
“Of course my baby girl would pick her destruction over a man worshipping her.”
He sounded almost mad I had and suddenly I needed to be honest as I looked over my shoulder at him. “If it gets me you, I’ll take destruction over worship every single time.”
“So sweet and innocent. That’s what they all think you are, but you’re out there dancing with every guy, knowing exactly what you’re doing.”
The white of his mask shone in the moonlight.
He hadn’t taken it off, and I don’t know if he would.
It was a barrier between us, leaving his identity still up for debate if someone found us.
“I’ll never give you anything but hate and pain, Bianca.
And I’ll never take anything from you softly, you understand? Not even your virginity.”
That was his warning, and I met it by nodding before I arched my back to open myself more to him by resting my elbows on the haystack. “I’m just a girl whose journal you found, and now you’re fulfilling my fantasy. I don’t expect anything more.”
He nodded once before he pulled my hair to the side so I could look back at him like he wanted me to see how large he was, how he was moving toward my center, how his cock glinted with piercings in the moonlight.
I saw piercings that crisscrossed on the head of his length and my eyes widened at how that might feel. I’d never had a man inside me nor one with metal through his length
“You ready, Pink?” He asked but I don’t think he wanted an answer because when I whimpered, he moved the tip of himself to circle around my pussy, spreading my arousal around and mixing with his pre-cum.
His skin was warm but there was a bite of cool, hard metal too.
I moaned and wiggled my hips, but his grip in my hair tightened. “Don’t fucking move, Bianca.”
“Please. I just want to feel you in me,” I begged.
“Don’t rush me. I get to look at your teasing pink pussy before I fuck it. You may be promised to my brother, but you’re mine tonight, pretty pink.”
I moaned as a new nickname for me rolled of his tongue while his fingers took the place of his cock, massaging me first before he thrust one in me. My pussy immediately tightened, that finger big enough to cause a shock of pain to slice through me.
“I’m not ready.” I told him, realizing he was going to be too big for me, too much.
“You’re coating my hand with arousal. You’re ready for anything I’m going to give you.” And then I felt the head of him as his fingers spread me open. “Relax your body for me, huh? It’ll feel like too much before it feels like not enough.”
“What do you mean?” I whined but he didn’t elaborate.
He just tightened the hold in my hair and said, “Breathe in, baby girl.”
I did.
“Now, breathe out.” And right at the end of my exhale, he thrust in so deep I felt him through my whole soul. The pain was vicious and powerful. I felt like he was splitting me in two and then holding me together all at the same time with his length inside me, not allowing me to shrink away.
I tried to. I clawed at the hay as I stared out at all my friends beyond the corn maze, dancing around the bonfire in the night.
But Bane held me still, making sure his cock throbbed inside me, stretching my walls so that I would only need him after all this between us was done.
I let out a silent scream, but my voice was gone from the shock of how the man inside of me had recalibrated me, rearranged me, reconfigured me.
I whimpered out a plea, trying desperately to have him give me relief of any sort but he leaned over me as he pulled my hair so that my face scraped on the hay to the side. Then, he growled in my ear, “This is where my cock will always belong. This cunt is my home. You understand?”
I nodded, still breathless.
“Good girl.” He pulled back just an inch so I had a reprieve, only to thrust into me again. “Now, breathe.”
I gasped for air, not realizing I’d been holding it, and the moan that ripped through me when he skirted his hand around to roll my clit between his fingers was a signal that my body wanted more of him, that I’d adjusted to his size, and I now wanted him over and over.
I started to meet his thrusts with the rock of my hips, chasing the delicious bite of his large size within me. “Look at how ravenous you really are, how every part of you blushes when you want it, Pink. So damn tight it’s like you don’t want me to leave. So hungry for it, aren’t you?”
There was no reason to bother denying it. I was naked on a haystack taking his cock in the moonlight.
And then he yanked my hair so I had to arch up and really stare out the small window at my friends who were only steps away as I got railed, as I let him smack my ass, as I let him tell me I was soaking his cock.
And when I came all over him, he pulled out of me at the last second and shot his come on my back, rubbing his cock side to side over it. “Fuck, baby girl, I’d paint all the parts of you with my come if I could.”
“You can,” I said, smiling like we finally figured out we were supposed to be together but he shook his head.
“I can’t and you know it.” He pulled his jacket off. “Cover up and go back to your room to change, Bianca. And if you’re good, maybe I’ll come to you in the night again.”
He left me there to figure out how I could sneak back to my room without a person noticing. It was degrading. It was wrong.
And it was a complete thrill.
When I’d made my birthday wish to have a stranger come to take my virginity, I hadn't expected it to come true, but Bane had done it.
And once I got back to my room with a full moon shining bright on my bed, that same masked man was there.
By that point, storm clouds had broken in the sky, the rain poured, and the lightning cracked on the horizon. My friends had started to leave, but he didn’t. Instead, he bent me over the ledge of my window and told me to hold on.
The old cement crumbled beneath my hips, falling story after story as he’d thrust into me roughly, fast and relentless again. I told him that someone might see as the lightning lit up around us, but he just laughed.
“Let them see you. I’m wearing a mask, Pink. I’m just a stranger you’re letting fuck you on a stormy night.”
He, of course, was right. He was tall, built, and muscular with his hair always a dark, complete mess, but no one would have been able to tell who he was. The mask hid him from everyone but me. It was no match for the chemistry I’d always felt between him and myself.
After that night, he came when he wanted. Sporadically and always in the night, masked and ready. I’d wake and stare down at a masked man at the foot of my bed and always ask, “How did you get in here?”
For a woman about to be taken advantage of, I was quite calm. I never screamed or panicked or even ran for the door. Instead, I’d close it behind me and go sit on my bed, basically asking him to do his worst.
And he would. The man was ruthless in his pursuit of me.
Yet, I knew the masked man who stood at the foot of my bed always. It was the brother of the man I was supposed to marry. It was my heart, my love, my complete and utter weakness.
I started to leave the mask and the toys on my bed over time. The sticky notes became our love language.
Maybe I’m the unhinged one, but I want this, and I only want it with you.
I trusted him. I was madly, wildly, and completely in what I thought was a secret love.
But it only took one night to destroy that.