Chapter 20
BANE
She threw my Zippo onto a puddle of alcohol and the fire spread like it was ravenous to find the end of the path.
Bianca’s gaze was just as hungry as the fire’s as she looked at me.
She stood there, her dark curls shining with the flickers of the flames and her skin almost aglow with how close she was to the heat she’d just created.
She didn’t back away. Instead she was reckless, defiant—and finally there was a kind of terrible contentment about her, like she’d decided she had nothing left to lose.
Maybe I’d made her that way or the past year had or it’d built in her psyche since the day she was born.
Her mental state wasn’t something I could control, and yet I was already considering what I’d have to do to keep her stable, what I could do, and what I’d find a way to do even if it wasn’t supposed to be possible.
I tightened the tear gas straps enough that the edges bit into my jaw.
Until it hurt enough to feel human along with the pain she’d inflicted with those words.
And the world went silent. The leather kissed my skin cold, the filters hissed, and my breath turned mechanical—controlled, deliberate.
It was a sound that didn’t belong to a man anymore.
It belonged to what she wanted me to become.
Through the tinted glass, the room shifted. Her reflection trembled in the lenses.
She wanted me to rage, I saw it in her eyes.
Her pupils dilated and, damn, the look on her face made everything in me tilt.
She knew this mask made me fucking mean.
The black rubber straps, the steel spikes.
It looked like a relic dredged from a war that never ended.
Maybe it was our war, the one we fought with each other on how to exist in a world where we weren’t together.
She had loved this mask the first time I’d worn it years ago.
She’d left it on her bed for me to wear one night and I hadn’t hesitated.
It felt like I could unleash something in me she should’ve run from.
Instead, she always stayed. Instead, she accepted and wanted what I gave her.
She stepped toward me and the heat from the fire hit us both. “You’d have me fuck you in a burning house and enjoy it, huh?”
She nodded slow, and my cock jumped at how reckless she always was.
Why I lost control and logic and restraint when I was with her was beyond me.
I couldn’t see the whole sea when all I saw were the waves we created, couldn’t see the sky with the all our storm clouds, couldn’t see the whole picture when all I saw was her.
The lines were blurred through the smoke, the future blurred through the flames.
I just saw her. I saw her, and I wanted what would be forbidden and devastating because she was worth the consequence.
“Fine, Pink. Let’s watch it burn.”
She immediately grabbed the bottom of my mask first and lifted it just enough that she could take my lips in her mouth.
She tasted like burned whiskey and that sweet poison that she was, hot and intoxicating.
I couldn’t stop my hands from gripping her ass and pulling her close.
I wanted every part of that body against mine.
We were fiends for one another at that point. I yanked that dress of hers up and off and she fumbled with my trousers again. The heat spread fast, licking at us and crackling like it wanted us to feel the danger, to feel how fast we could destroy what was around us.
I knew we would. I’d destroy her, she’d destroy me, and we’d destroy our families if we continued down this path. She’d spiral again, no doubt, if I kept her on a leash in that penthouse, and I’d tear myself apart if she hurt herself again. I couldn’t stop now.
I yanked her thighs up so they wrapped around my hips and turned, slamming her hard into the plastered wall near the door. The impact jarred a sound out of her that was half gasp, half laugh. She dug her fingers into my shoulders, stubborn and feral.
“Tonight you get just what you need,” I rasped. My voice came muffled but mean; I could taste the metallic tang of adrenaline on my tongue. I shoved her bra over enough that I could cup her breast roughly. She arched into my palm, and I thrust my cock against her pussy.
“What do I need?”
“Someone to fuck the memories of this place out of you.” I moved my hand to her clit and pinched it before rolling it. She moaned and said yes, please like she thought I’d give in right away.
Instead. I dropped her from my waist and commanded, “Outside. Now.”
“But …” She glanced at her room. “I should probably grab a few more things.”
I tucked the masks under my arms and then nodded toward the door. “You’re leaving.”
“But in my dresser—”
I bent and scooped her up over my shoulder. She wiggled but there wasn’t much fight in her for material things. Her parents had sent her to me with barely anything and she’d already learned to live without it.
“This is a waste,” she yelled as the fire roared around us. The smoke was thick, and I couldn’t risk her health. I moved fast to push through the double doors, and then we were out under the moonlight, the stars dancing with the flames in the quiet night.
I set her down roughly and threw the masks toward the empty SUV we’d driven here.
I’d taken her myself, no drivers or witnesses to what we were doing.
I didn’t care about a Zarelli house burning, but I had cared about the fact that I probably wouldn’t be able to control myself, that my brother had the potential to find out what I couldn’t resist doing for another night.
I walked her out far enough on the lawn so that she could see it all burn but also still feel the heat.
I dropped her into the grass and commanded, “On your knees. Now.” The sound that came through the mask was close to a sinister growl.
But I couldn’t stop the contempt building in me as I remembered the memories of this place too, of having her here, of wanting her that way again. She was different now. She’d been with him.
She’d chosen him. Was promised to him. Had given that body and soul of hers to him. “Bane, I want—”
“I’m not Bane. I’m just a man here to show you how much you can take, Pink,” I corrected her. “Get on your fucking knees.”
She dropped to them immediately, her bra askew and her panties soaking wet. “You listen well like a pretty little slut, ready to fucking burn just for some cock.”
Her blue eyes narrowed like she might have wanted to argue but I grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her closer. Her eyes widened with how rough I was handling her, the look of irritation morphing to one of surprise and trepidation.
Good. She came harder when she didn’t know exactly where my head was, exactly how far I’d take it, and exactly how much she would allow herself to endure. She surprised herself with it even, her body addicted to the fear and pain. “Open your mouth.”
When she didn’t right away, I unbuckled my slacks and pulled my cock from them, pumping the hard head of it once right by her lips before I took her jaw and opened it for her.
I thrust my length in fully. Her gasping around it and struggling with how far back I went had me swelling against her tongue further.
“So beautiful. Look at those innocent blue eyes shimmering with tears from gagging on my cock deep in your throat.”
I retreated back to let her breathe for a moment, then thrust in again, even deeper, using a fistful of hair to yank her closer. She whimpered and her nails dug into my thighs, but she didn’t try to get away.
She held me there and stared up at me on her damn knees with a look in her eyes. I was her punisher, the person who inflicted pain on her, the one gagging her. And I wanted to believe I was the only one she was willing to give that title to.
Yet, I glanced at her home and how it was catching the flames and knew it wasn’t true. I pulled her from my cock, but she sucked it hard enough that it exited her mouth with a pop, glistening with her saliva.
I turned her toward that house on the horizon that we’d fucked in so many times and murmured, “Hands and knees, baby girl.” And then I shoved her roughly enough that she had to catch herself in the grass.
The smoke billowed from her bedroom window and curled in the wind, warming every curve of her body and swirling around that round ass of hers.
I yanked her ponytail so she had to arch and then I used a foot to kick her knees outward so I could step between them before I dropped down to kneel right against her ass.
I pressed my cock to the center of it and felt her other hole pucker through the fabric. Shit, she would be tight there.
I breathed in, taking my time, as I squeezed a globe once before I smacked it hard enough that her whole body shifted in my grip as she yelped. The motion of it had arousal dripping from her panties. “You want me to fuck you while you watch the house burn?”
The house crackled again, and she moaned, “Yes.”
I smacked her hard again and again. Then I rubbed it better where each handprint formed. “Does it get rid of the memories in that house for you?”
She mewled as my thumb brushed against her center, confirming again that what we did between us in there, in every place, even with the mask on was what she wanted, that us together helped her somehow.
“I want you to watch how this house falls as I fuck you. Watch how I destroy the bad memories even as I have to live with the ones you’ve given me,” I growled in her ear. We were exorcising demons tonight, it seemed, because I couldn’t keep my emotions at bay when I fucked her.
I wanted them out, I wanted her to feel them. I wanted her to feel the pain I felt.
“You had me here over and over again, like I was the only one, Pink. But you fucked him too. You think about him here now?”
She whimpered, “No. Please,” like she didn’t want to discuss it, just wanted to forget it.
I moved to the thong she had on and ripped it from her body so I could take in what I craved day in and day out.
I watched how her arousal glistened, how it coated my fingertips as I dragged one across her slit before I smacked it too.
She screamed out and then whispered, “That’s too much.”
“Too much pain or pleasure?” I hit her pussy again.
And her whole body shook as her cunt rocked up and down quickly as if searching for my cock.
“Damn, that little cunt is insatiable isn’t it?”
She tried to shake her head like she wanted to say no. “Please, I can’t take it.”
“You don’t tell me that, Pink. I know how much pain you can take. Me and only me.” I slapped her pussy again and then slid my cock into her as I pinched her clit.
Her whole body clenched as she cried out, rocking on my cock like she needed the release, and then her muscles constricted around my length like she’d never let me go.
I let her ride that orgasm, rolling her clit in rhythm with her hips but as her arms collapsed and her face fell into the grass, I turned her head toward her home so that she kept watching.
My hand moved from her clit around to her other hole.
That tight little puckered place was begging to be opened.
Yet, she tried to pull away as I massaged it, but I held her there.
My voice from my mask sounded almost gruesome as I told her, “You’re not going anywhere until I fuck this little ass. ”
“I haven’t done that. I don’t think I can.”
I tightened my hold on her hair before I smacked her ass. “What did I say?”
She whimpered but responded, “You and only you know what I need.”
“That’s right.” I pulled my cock from her cunt and it practically dripped with her arousal.
I spit on myself to make sure there would be enough lubricant for me to fuck her for the first time.
I nudged the tip of my pierced cock forward and murmured, “Tell me you want my cock in your ass. Say you fucking need it.”
“I don’t know,” she whispered. “It’s going to hurt.”
I circled that entrance with the tip and watched how my come beaded up before getting smeared against it. She was so damn tight that even when I nudged it a little, she didn’t budge. Fucking her there would hurt, would stretch her, would push her to her limits.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way. I leaned close to her and the deep breath I took could be heard in the night against the crackle of the fire.
“I’m going to fuck your little ass while your childhood home burns in the night and you watch, and you’re going to like it, Pink.
You’re going to beg for this cock the whole way through. ”
“But it’s so big.”
I held her there as I slowly pushed into her. She gasped and wiggled her hips, her hands digging into the grass as she took my pierced cock.
Inch by glorious inch.
“Fuck, you’re tight. So fucking tight for me.
You feel how I stretch you?” I finally let go of her hair so I could pinch at her nipple and her clit at once.
I wanted her to relax, to feel how this could take her even higher before she fell over the edge.
“Relax for me baby. Just like that. Good girl. So good. Such a damn slut for this cock, just the way I like you.”
She was breathing fast now and licking her lips as she bore down on me like she wanted more. And once I was fully sheathed inside her, she moaned so loud against the roaring sound of that home burning in the distance.
I retracted slow and was about to enter her slow again but Pink always gave what she got.
She rocked back fast and hard. “Give it to me,” she said over her shoulder, and I saw the feral, magnificent creature she was against the backdrop of her childhood home burning and groaning as flames engulfed it.
The world reduced to orange and shadow as the two of us fucked in that hurricane we’d made in front of us.
I pumped into her with all I had, holding her hips for leverage and fucking her harder than I should have. I wanted her raw. I wanted her memory of this place to be only this and nothing else. I wanted to make her forget all the other pain.
I fucked her hoping to erase her memories, and mine of her with my brother too.