Page 5 of Pretty Pink Poison
More tears fell as I realized that I couldn’t keep my desires in check, that he’d now know for certain that I was sick with wanting for him and my voice broke as I admitted, “I can’t. I can’t. I can’t.” I wasn’t sure if that was true or if I simply didn’t want to stop. I’d wanted him for so long and if this was the onlyway, I’d take it even while I watched my dignity spiral down the drain.
“Because you like it too much, because you’vealwayswanted this.” He told me like he knew me better than I knew myself. “Because you were made for me, Bianca.” Just that phrase was enough for me to see that Bane believed we were meant to be even if he had a fucked-up way of showing it.
He pressed hard one last time before he released my clit and my blood surged there, pulsing and bruising immediately like it needed relief. All I could do was focus my attention there, moving back and forth quickly on the metal, but Bane dragged his hand up my waist and started unbuttoning my white shirt. I batted his hand away half-heartedly. He took his other hand from my neck, and only then did I realize he’d been holding me up as I came down fully on the edge between my legs, crying out. Not before he caught both of my wrists, though, in one hand and threw them up above me so that he could go back to unbuttoning my top.
“Don’t act like you don’t want me to see every part of you. You’re mine now, you know that as well as I do.” My white lace bra fell out and he wasted no time shoving the cups to the side so I was exposed, my breasts spilling out as my nipples puckered, erect solely for him. “Go on now. Ride that metal until you come for me.”
Embarrassment filled my veins as he held me there to watch. Embarrassment because I couldn’t stop myself anymore. I was so close to a feeling I couldn’t even describe. It was more powerful and more overwhelming than I’d ever experienced. Every emotion I tried not to feel surfaced.
Fear. Embarrassment. Desire. Adrenaline. All mixed into one.
“I love that pink blush on your cheeks when you’reashamed, Bianca. It’s on your tits now too.” Degradation: I found out that day how much I craved it.
“Shut up.” My breath came faster as I rocked my pussy forward and back over and over. He wasn’t giving me compliments or talking sweetly to me. He didn’t try to coax me with words like other men did and definitely not like Rafe had done over the years.
Instead he goaded me and grabbed the edge of my skirt. “Tell me, your pussy as pink as that blush too?”
“Don’t you dare.” I jerked my wrists, but he was too strong.
He lifted my skirt and a smile so devastating spread across his face as his pupils seemed to dilate. “Prettiest pink I ever did see.” It was a compliment finally, but he followed up with, “That greedy cunt of yours is ready for anything of mine at this point, isn’t it?”
I didn’t answer him. He didn’t get my words when he owned all of my body at this point anyway. And his eyes devoured it, like he was cataloguing my every movement and when he knew I was going to go over the edge, he said with no emotion, “Keep your eyes on me when you come. So you know who you really want after all these years.”
Then he dragged a finger over my arousal on the metal before he brought it to my nipple, smearing it over me. He bent his head to bite it hard. Pain was the last feeling to mix in with the others, and I cried out at his teeth digging in. His eyes turned on me, vivid blue and in charge before he sucked the arousal from my breast. He let go of my wrists to grip each side of my hips. I immediately threaded my hands in his hair as I rode out my high, telling him, “This is so good. So good, Bane. Kiss me, please. I need all of you. You’re the one I want.”
The words were the wrong ones.
I knew they were as soon as I said them.
He pulled away from me like I was a fire burning him, and it was his turn to breathe fast before he told me, “It’s clear when a man leans over you or flirts with you, you have no control.” He took a step back from me and then another. “Don’t let any man other than my brother do it again or I’ll kill him, Bianca. I promise you that.”
And then he was gone, leaving me to straighten my skirt and clean myself up to look presentable on my own.
CHAPTER 2
BIANCA
I wassick to my stomach the rest of that day, finishing up my classes. It should have been because Angela insisted we were in trouble as we sat at the commons area outside my English lit course with Cora wringing her hands together.
But it wasn’t.
And when the dean called me to his office to be interrogated about the incident, there wasn’t even a sheen of sweat across my brow.
I wasn’t sick about the prospect of repercussions at this university at all.
Instead, I texted Bane because the only thing that made my gut swirl in my stomach was knowing he was able to walk away so casually from me. He’d had his hand up my skirt, and I could still feel it, still long for it, still want it.
Me: The dean is about to ask me for a statement. What should I say?
Bane: Tell him to keep his eyes above your neckline when you go in there.
Me: Bane… I’m serious. What’s the story?
Bane: It won’t matter what you tell him if he looks down your shirt again, Bianca. I’ll remove his eyes from his fucking sockets.
I crossed my legs and bit my lip as I stared at that text, not sure what to respond when my physical reaction was so twisted. His violence felt like a burst of truth and raw passion when Bane was otherwise so damn strategic in everything he did.
It made me feel special in some sort of ridiculous way.
