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“Is he?” the masked man whispered, seemingly waiting for my next move.
“Yes. And if he found out you were in here with me…” Since I couldn’t talk myself out of wanting this, maybe I should have been talking him out of it.
“If he found out, then what?” He crossed his arms over his chest, his leather gloves cracking. “Want me to run in fear of the men you might marry? I don’t run. That’s what you do.”
“I’m not running anymore.”
“I see why.” He lifted a part of his ski mask so he could taste the glove my arousal had dripped onto. “You like the chase and the punishment too much.”
“You don’t know that. You’re fucking deranged.” My breath was coming faster though. As he leaned over me, I came to terms with the idea that I couldn’t talk him out of this and that I didn’t want to reason with him anymore. I was ready to fight, to throw insults, to make his life hell if he was going to try to take everything from me. His eyes met mine for just the slightest second with my insult, but it was enough time that I brought my knee up into his stomach and grabbed for the knife.
I wasn’t sure why it was so easy to rip it from his grasp, but I took the opportunity to turn it on him as fast as I could and sliced into his arm.
He didn’t even flinch. Instead, his other hand went to my wrist and slammed it back down on the hay hard enough that I released the knife. Then he leaned over me and said in a voice that made my pussy clench in a hunger only he could satiate, “Guess you wanted my blood instead of a random guy’s on the dance floor, huh?”
There he was. Bane fucking Black.
CHAPTER 5
BANE
She wanted my blood,she could have it. I wiped it from my arm with a thumb and then smeared it roughly over her lips with the same hand I’d been fingering her with. “Taste your arousal and me. That’s what gets you off it seems. A man you don’t know playing with your pussy like it’s a fun house open to anyone.”
“Fuck you.”
Damn she was vicious tonight. But I liked her as wild and unhinged as me. She might have been jealous of Morgan or pissed that I’d made her scared or just feeding into the fear I’d embedded in her over the last few minutes, but she didn’t know how to control the emotion other than lash out.
Emotions were probably meant to be erratic and uncontrollable. Still, I was in awe of how she didn’t even try to tame hers.
“You cut my skin, Bianca. Don’t you think I should be cursing you?”
“Let me go. This is completely wrong, and you know it.”
“Wrong or not, you’re naked and that pretty pussy hasn’t got what it’s so hungry for.”
“Not you.” She scooted to sit up, but I put my hand on her neck and held her down.
“So what? You don’t want a stranger to take that little thing you hold so precious and dear?” I asked her and my voice held malice. I felt it too, pulsing inside me like a monster trying to get out and punish her.
She’d approached a stranger tonight willingly. She hadn’t known for sure it was me. She might have hoped, but she’d never been totally positive.
I couldn’t fathom a misstep like that in my own life. When I carried out a mission for my family, I triple-checked everything. The locks. The windows. The perimeter and then also the men because that’s what my family used me for now. I was the one who carried out the killings.
And when needed, it was three bullets to a head instead of one.
Rafe would be the new Don when my father passed, and I would be the man who protected him at all costs. Compulsions may have hindered others, but they didn’t hinder us.
Except when it came to my obsession with Bianca Zarelli, because she made me want to shake her and fuck her three times over with her carelessness.
“What are you talking about?” she whispered, but I saw that frown on her face deepening as realization dawned.
“You tell me.” I stepped back from her, giving her an escape if she wanted one.
Yet, her eyes didn’t leave mine and her body didn’t lurch toward the exit. Instead, she sat up and placed her small hands on either side of her hips, her tits on display for just me in the moonlight as she tried to process what I was asking her. She drew a sharp breath and looked down as she shook her head before her eyes met mine again in anger. With the blood on herlips and that smoky eye makeup in the moonlight she looked dangerous and untamed.
“You read my fucking diary?” she screeched. “That’s private.”
“Not when you put it in such an easy spot. Between the mattress and box spring?”
