Chapter 13 Bianca #4
“Oh, give me a break.” He breathed out slowly and then back in, like he was calmer than he’d ever been. “You might need to thank me considering you seem so relaxed. Maybe you need something to wind down.”
His gaze stayed locked on me, like he was willing himself to get through it.
“Can’t wind down when you’re around ever, Pink,” he said.
And when I didn’t apologize for my presence, he chuckled, actually chuckled as if he found the whole thing funny.
“Can’t believe you had fucking poison ready and stabbed me with it. ”
“Right? I’m sort of proud … Are you?” I tried not to laugh along with him. We should have been taking the situation more seriously.
He hummed and then nodded. “Probably too proud.”
I saw the heat in his eyes and then glanced down at his trousers. “Seems you’re very proud. Or maybe you do want me even if you said you don’t.”
“I don’t,” he mumbled, closing his eyes, and the declaration sliced through me again.
“Interesting.” I was supposed to be forgetting about him, supposed to be finding a way to live without him and fall for his brother instead.
Or at least getting rid of him now that he was drugged.
That way, I could run away from all of them, forget my parents didn’t care about me, forget this whole life existed.
Yet instead, I was considering if he really meant that.
“All this time you say you don’t want me anymore. ”
“I don’t.”
“Because of Rafe?”
“Because of everything.”
“But …” My hand shouldn’t have drifted, but it did … to his rock-hard length. “This feels like you do.”
He jerked into my hand and murmured a string of swears before he locked eyes with me again to say, “You’re all Rafe’s.
” Then he shook his head as I unbuckled his trousers, unable to stop myself.
I just wanted to see his cock again, to feel the metal piercings of it, to rub my hand down it once or twice.
“I’m yours for five years, Bane. That’s what you said, remember? You can do what you want to me, right? But if that’s the case, I’m doing what I want to you too … we do what we want to each other.”
“Still that pink poison,” he growled, and then, “Don’t fuck with me.”
Again with the commands.
I didn’t listen. I moved my body to straddle him, my robe opening. His movements were a bit slow, but his hands still tried to grip my thighs to stop me.
I tsked at his efforts and dug in his pocket to find his phone. “Who’s the security outside?”
“Pepe,” he muttered, confused as to what I was doing.
I called him and told him we needed his cuffs, that Bane insisted. Then I whispered in Bane’s ear, “Tell him we need them right now.”
Bane listened quite easily when I pumped his cock with my hand once. Then I hopped off him and went to the door to find Pepe standing there with cuffs and a look of bewilderment on his face. I didn’t say a thing to him other than thank you before I swung the door shut.
When I got back on the bed and straddled Bane once again, he shook his head and said, “Stop fucking with me, Pink. It won’t end well.”
“I’ll fuck with you any way I want.” I caught his wrist and guided it to the headboard. “Or you can beg me for freedom, beg me to let you go. I will if you do.”
“I won’t beg for something I don’t want.” His eyes held mine like he was sending me a message. Like he wanted this as much as I did. Him being drugged was his loophole just like his mask had been his rationalization before.
He was going to let me do this. He wanted me to.
The cuffs clicked around his wrists above his head.
I yanked to test. He swore as he stared up at me, but he didn’t really fight me.
Instead his refusal was lazy and weak at best. “You’re as deranged as me, Pink.
Not good.” He was slurring, but his eyes held hunger now, and I was addicted to that over his indifference.
The careful barrier of apathy he wore in public had crumbled with the drugs, and I took advantage of it by asking, “But you like not good, don’t you?”
The vibration of his chest I felt all the way down my body and in between my legs. “I don’t,” he tried to lie.
So I lifted my hips and let his cock rim the lips of my pussy. I let my arousal drip onto the tip of him. “Not at all?”
He yanked at the cuffs but it only caused us to bounce and for my robe to fall open a little more. So I leaned forward and gave him a full frontal view of myself, desperate for him to acknowledge that we still had something between us.
“Fuck me, I don’t want to be fogged for this,” he murmured almost to himself, but then he met my gaze and said, “You and I both know you’re Rafe’s.”
It was my turn to growl in frustration.
“What I did with him or what I do with any man will never take away from what we had.” What he didn’t understand, nor what he would ever believe, was that I never wanted anything with another man.
Not even when I lost my inhibitions that one night with his brother.
My body may have betrayed me then, but my heart hadn’t. It had only ever been Bane.
He grunted.
He didn’t want to admit it. Then I’d show him.
“What we have,” I corrected, my voice sharp as I ground down and took his cock in one ruthless stroke straight down to the base. He met me halfway, his thrust brutal and penetrating, knocking the breath from my lungs.
“Damn,” he growled, head tipping back. “That pussy always fits me just right.”
“Because it’s yours. And this cock is mine. You know that, right?”
“I hate to admit that I do,” he muttered, his eyes rolling like it all felt like too much, like it was too good. “I fucking want you. I always do.”
“I wish I believed that. You don’t even look at me when I’m in a room.”
“Because if I look at you, I won’t be able to look away,” he admitted. “I shouldn’t be obsessed with the woman my brother is going to marry. You’re the forbidden fire I keep going back to. I can’t resist the way you burn me.”
“Even like this? When I’ve taken all your control?
” I rocked on him, my knees bracketing his hips, and then I pulled back so I could see his thick cock.
I braced my hands on his abs and looked down, took in how the moonlight caught the metal at his tip, how my arousal glistened all over him, how his whole body seemed flexed, ready to penetrate me again.
Just me. Me and him together again finally.
When I glanced up at him, he was taking me in and his smile was slow and easy as he admitted, “I’d take you drugging me and stripping me of my control to have your way with me any fucking night. I like you diabolical, Pink. I like you when you’re ruthless.”
“And you’re lying under me being good, letting me have my way with you.” I rolled my hips on him and dug my nails into his chest as I got closer to the orgasm I’d missed so much.
His head fell back, throat taut, a groan tearing out of him. “Fuck, baby girl … you’re squeezing me like you’re punishing me. Like you want to break me apart.”
“Maybe I do,” I hissed, grinding harder, chasing it.
“Do it then,” he growled. “Take me under. Ride my cock like you want to break it, baby. It’s only you I let do it this way. I want your anger and pain as you finish on me right now.”
That was all it took—the permission, the command, the way he admitted he’d rather be ruined by me than anyone else. The tension snapped inside me, a violent shudder racing through my body as I came, nails dragging down his chest, hips rocking uncontrollably against him.
His hands jerked in the cuffs, but he still met me halfway, surging his cock into me, refusing to let me feel alone in my pursuit. His own release ripped out in a guttural sound, and I felt his cum pulse hot into me.
I collapsed onto him, my heart beating fast with a love I didn’t want to admit to.
I didn’t move off him, and he didn’t ask me to. He was still buried inside me, his lips brushing my ear as he rasped, “See? Even when you poison me, Pink, I can’t resist you.”
“Shit.” I glanced over at his phone and considered if we should call an ambulance. “You should be screaming for help.”
He hummed. “I’m just hazy. It’s not going to drop me.” He chuckled slow, but it seemed he was coherent enough. “What was in the mix?”
“I think a bit of a Xanax. Chamomile, Valerian from asking Pepe to get it from the spa, and lavender. A bit of vodka?” Woof. I wasn’t very cautious about his well-being.
“Great.” He grunted. “Just uncuff the wrists.”
I unlocked one cuff and then the other. His arms came down slowly. The red marks around his wrists made me want to bite him all over again. I was starting to accept that I liked pain, that I liked seeing it, feeling it, and even making it on his body.
He didn’t move from his position, and I wondered if it was because he was truly lethargic. I didn’t know if it was the drugs or just that he was content after what we’d done, so I tucked a pillow under his head and sat cross-legged beside him, watching him for once instead of him watching me.
He cracked one eye and then lifted a hand to place on my thigh so he could rub circles on it. “I’m drifting, Pink. So, don’t do anything else to me that I can’t brag about later.”
I chuckled at his joke. The guy was never comedic, and it made me wonder what else I was missing out on by not being with him all the time.
“Fine. I won’t do anything else if you talk to me.”
He groaned. “God,” he muttered, “that’s probably worse. Feel free to ride my cock again.”
I tsked and got up because we never really did lie together. He’d steal away into the night after fucking me senseless with a mask on. But he murmured, “I’m kidding, Pink. Stay,” his eyes still closed.
“Really? You haven’t had enough of me?” I asked.
“There’s not enough of you I could ever have to feel satisfied.” He patted his chest. “Come on. Promise I won’t touch you.”
“I know. I’m the one initiating that now, remember? Let’s be honest, it’s been three months and you never do anymore.”