Page 18 of Pretty Pink Poison
I nodded, still breathless.
“Good girl.” He pulled back just an inch so I had a reprieve, only to thrust into me again. “Now, breathe.”
I gasped for air, not realizing I’d been holding it, and the moan that ripped through me when he skirted his hand around to roll my clit between his fingers was a signal that my body wanted more of him, that I’d adjusted to his size, and I now wanted him over and over.
I started to meet his thrusts with the rock of my hips, chasing the delicious bite of his large size within me. “Look at how ravenous you really are, how every part of you blushes when you want it, Pink. So damn tight it’s like you don’t want me to leave. So hungry for it, aren’t you?”
There was no reason to bother denying it. I was naked on a haystack taking his cock in the moonlight.
And then he yanked my hair so I had to arch up and really stare out the small window at my friends who were only steps away as I got railed, as I let him smack my ass, as I let him tell me I was soaking his cock.
And when I came all over him, he pulled out of me at the last second and shot his come on my back, rubbing his cock side to side over it. “Fuck, baby girl, I’d paint all the parts of you with my come if I could.”
“You can,” I said, smiling like we finally figured out we were supposed to be together but he shook his head.
“I can’t and you know it.” He pulled his jacket off. “Cover up and go back to your room to change, Bianca. And if you’re good, maybe I’ll come to you in the night again.”
He left me there to figure out how I could sneak back to my room without a person noticing. It was degrading. It was wrong.
And it was a complete thrill.
When I’d made my birthday wish to have a stranger come to take my virginity, I hadn't expected it to come true, but Bane had done it.
And once I got back to my room with a full moon shining bright on my bed, that same masked man was there.
By that point, storm clouds had broken in the sky, the rain poured, and the lightning cracked on the horizon. My friends had started to leave, but he didn’t. Instead, he bent me over the ledge of my window and told me to hold on.
The old cement crumbled beneath my hips, falling story after story as he’d thrust into me roughly, fast and relentless again. I told him that someone might see as the lightning lit up around us, but he just laughed.
“Let them see you. I’m wearing a mask, Pink. I’m just a stranger you’re letting fuck you on a stormy night.”
He, of course, was right. He was tall, built, and muscular with his hair always a dark, complete mess, but no one would have been able to tell who he was. The mask hid him from everyone but me. It was no match for the chemistry I’d always felt between him and myself.
After that night, he came when he wanted. Sporadically and always in the night, masked and ready. I’d wake and stare down at a masked man at the foot of my bed and always ask, “How did you get in here?”
For a woman about to be taken advantage of, I was quite calm. I never screamed or panicked or even ran for the door. Instead, I’d close it behind me and go sit on my bed, basically asking him to do his worst.
And he would. The man was ruthless in his pursuit of me.
Yet, I knew the masked man who stood at the foot of my bed always. It was the brother of the man I was supposed to marry. It was my heart, my love, my complete and utter weakness.
I started to leave the mask and the toys on my bed over time. The sticky notes became our love language.
Maybe I’m the unhinged one, but I want this, and I only want it with you.
I trusted him. I was madly, wildly, and completely in what I thought was a secret love.
But it only took one night to destroy that.
EIGHT YEARS LATER…
CHAPTER 7
BIANCA
Bane still cameto me in the night. Sometimes he painted his face, sometimes I got a Ghostface mask, sometimes I got him in a tear gas mask taking me rough as ever.
It was always him though. It was our secret, our own world, and my own addiction and drug. I wanted and waited for him always.
