Page 4 of Pretty Pink Poison
“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 whisperedplease. 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’tcontrol. 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 uniquelyhim—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, “andshowme 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 patheticplease, 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. “Thisiswrong. 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,filthygirl.” 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.”
