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I dropped the act of not wanting him just as quickly as I chased my orgasm. I grabbed at his black pants and undid the zipper so I could pull out that pierced hard cock. Then I pumped it up and down in my fist over and over.
“Shouldn’t be doing any of this right now,” I heard him grumble as he ripped his hand away and hiked my thighs up on to his hips so he could position himself at my opening. “You’re driving me toward destruction, Pink. I’m in meetings with my cock hard, not thinking about anyone but you.”
“I don’t care,” I told him. “I don’t care at all.”
His grip on my neck tightened so I couldn’t even moan or breathe. “You should. But instead all you want is this cock, huh? You’re holding your damn breath for it, aren’t you?”
He was choking me. We both knew it even as I nodded because I didn’t care. I wanted to feel like I was near passing out, like the only thing I saw was him when the tunnel vision set in. I wanted to feel only this even if it was a relationship that wouldn’t last.
He thrust into me and ripped his hand away as he swore, “Fuck, baby girl. Now breathe.”
I gasped as my orgasm barreled through me while the air returned to my lungs.
Maybe it was wrong to have him this way, but I would have taken him any way at all. I knew that mask protected some sort of moral compass he had but having him protected my sanity. I needed him, his touch, his pain, his restraint snapping.
He kept thrusting harder and harder as I rode through the fireworks and the ecstasy that led to his releasing into me with a low growl through the mask.
And when we both came down from the fit of passion we’d had, he set me back in the shower and wiped up the floor before he told me, “Now, don’t start any more fires while I’m gone. I’m working overtime on a deal, baby girl. Can’t be here all day.”
He put my audiobook back on and walked out the door.
I didn’t startany fires or have any fits for a week or two, and then I asked about the Vault again or left hysterical messages on the Oracle because I knew he would listen. When he did, he put that mask on and fucked me off the ledge of my boredom or he came to bitch at me to act right.
I only conceded sometimes.
Other times, I pushed him further.
There was the time I used his credit card to gamble away close to five hundred thousand dollars. He finally came down to the casino and stood over the roulette table. “Care to tell me why I got a call about my card hitting a limit tonight?”
“Well,Idon’t care about the limit. Do you?” I asked.
He sighed and crossed his arms. “What are you throwing a fit about this evening?”
“I’m bored.” I shrugged and pointed to the number. “I’ll vote for it to land on that one.”
“You’llvote?” He smiled.
“How much?” the dealer asked.
“Hm. I think fifty thousand this time.”
“Double it,” Bane said next to me without even looking at the table. When it didn’t land on the right number or color, I winced but he didn’t.
He didn’t even roll his eyes. “You want me to raise the limit, or you ready to be done with your fit for the night?”
“I don’t know. You have something else for me to do?”
He sighed. “I’ll watch whatever dumb movie you want if we leave now. I don’t want to talk to anyone tonight.” He glanced up and I saw a few men walking his way like they had business to discuss. I got up immediately with a huge smile on my face, “Rather submit to my poison than theirs?”
“I only want your poison, Pink. I’d choose it every time. You know that by now,” he said it like a complaint and maybe it was one. Maybe he was just as addicted to my toxins as I was to his.
But my addiction to his poison was something I couldn’t resist. I would have taken him every single time rather than feeling his indifference and nothing at all.
CHAPTER 23
BANE
At the very least,she’d stuck to my request—not sleeping around. I’d tried to keep my distance for months, tried to train myself to ignore the pull she had over me, but she made it nearly impossible. Every move, every challenge, every tiny act of defiance—it chipped at my control until I wanted nothing more than to punish her entirely for it and then spend the rest of eternity making it up to her.
