Page 57 of Pretty Pink Poison
I sucked on my teeth before standing up and glaring at him. “If it’s final, why are you still here worrying about me?” I took my time walking over to him and then kicked both of his feet so his legs parted even more for me to walk between.
“I can worry without wanting. It's for the best.”
“If it’s for the best…” I slowly dragged my hands up my thighs and looped my thumbs into my panties to pull down. Then I grabbed one of his hands and pushed it between my legs. “Why do I feel like this every time I’m around you.”
“Pretty pink poison,” he practically groaned, but he didn’t stop me. Instead, he licked his lips, staring at me with those piercing blue eyes and said, “You know I really didn’t come here to fuck you.”
He may not have, but his hand still cupped me just right as I rocked into it, and he didn’t take it away. I spread my legs and let his fingers dance over my slit, gasping as I felt the touch against my clit and then my moan took over as he slid two fingers easily into me. My arousal was dripping down my thighs already for him.
“You’re on another level tonight, aren’t you?” He shook his head at me as if in disgust, but his hand worked me like he was as mesmerized as I was, like he was lost in the sea of our connection, like he couldn’t come up for air just like I couldn’t.
I was about to find my high in a makeshift home that wasn’t mine with a man who wouldn’t really have me, so I stopped myself by dragging his hand up the front of me to my mouth. Iswirled my tongue around the fingers I knew had my arousal on them. I moaned and he hissed as I sucked him in deep.
I climbed onto his lap so I could feel how hard he was. The length of his cock pushed up against the fabric of his slacks right into the apex. Maybe we were each other’s life rafts, and we just had to find a way to stay afloat for one another. “Don’t you see I’m on another level because I choose us every time, but you aren’t doing the same, Bane.”
My words killed the fire in his eyes. I saw immediately how he worked to close himself down before he gripped my hips and lifted me from his lap to set me on the metal table in front of him instead. I felt his rejection deep down in my bones.
But I’d let the pain out seven days ago in that bathroom. I’d watched my sorrows bleed out on the floor, and I didn’t want to let them creep back in and hold them there again. I shook my head at him and hardened my heart. “I’m sick of this and you, Bane. You don’t want me, then let me go. I can take care of myself until Rafe has me.”
“We need you safe.”
“Safe for who?”
“The family.”
“Oh, please. No one cares about—”
“You’re wanted around the world, Pink. You’re part of the syndicate and your father is a slippery mother fucker who pisses off every fucking partner he’s ever tried to have. Not only that, you’re tied to us now.”
“I’veneverbeen threatened.”
“Because you live with me!” He shouted. “Because I protect you and your ungrateful ass.”
“Protect me?” I couldn’t believe he wanted to claim that. I growled in rage and grabbed that pen behind me so fast that I wasn’t even aware of my own actions as I used all the leverage I had to swing it around and jam it straight down into his thigh.
Bane. Fucking Bane Black.
He didn’t even flinch.
A slow, knowing smile tipped his mouth up at me. “Good. You’re feeling something again. You done with your tantrum now, Pink?”
Narrowing my eyes, I twisted the pen into his flesh, and I saw his jaw work a little before his hand fisted over mine to yank the pen back out. There was only about a half of an inch of blood that coated the tip of the pen, but it was enough to know I’d broken skin. He sighed and brought the pen to my face, wiping the blood of him on either side of my cheek. “This is what I want to see. My blood, not yours, on this pretty face.” He was deranged.
“I fucking hate you,” I said as I shook his hand away and set the pen down before I went over to scoop my panties up and step into them. Then, I went to stand between his legs again. This time I pointed my finger down at his face in menace. “Get me the hell out of here. Right. Now.”
He rolled his eyes and grabbed my ass to pull me onto his lap so I was straddling him again, his rock-solid cock felt like it was throbbing now underneath me. “If I do, will you promise me you won’t hurt yourself again?”
I whined, so annoyed with his question. Every day he asked me nicely to promise it.Nicelywhen Bane wasn’t nice. He didn’t ask. He took. And I wanted the real him, not some watered-down version. “Don’t you get that I’ll do whatever it takes to feel something real now. That I’m so sick of being nothing in there and being lonely and having everyone feel nothing for me that I just needed to feelsomethingmyself. I wanted to feel all of it. I wanted it all out on that fucking bathroom floor instead of inside me, Bane. I love the pain. I still do. I want to feel something, and if it’s that pain then—”
His hand snapped out to grip my neck, cutting me off. “The only one who gets to inflict pain on you isme!” His voicericocheted around the tiny room, snapping all the control he’d had a moment ago.
There he was.
The monster.Mymonster.
And he wanted to fight through hell with me tonight.
“Do you understand?” The beautiful thing was Bane meant it. He was just as unhinged as I was. Maybe even more so.
