Page 17 of Pretty Pink Poison
She bit her bottom lip. “Maybe I should, because I assure you, I don’t need a masked man standing over me on Halloween night.”
“And yet you wished for that very thing in your diary. Didn’t you?”
She scoffed and scooted off the haystack to stand before me completely naked except for the heeled boots she’d chosen for her vampiric dress.
“So what, Bane? You’re going to let me back there… you’llletme go all of a sudden?”
It’s like she knew I hated to let anyone go. I had a damn instinct to tear anyone apart for some reason. “Is that what you want? You want some guy to sweep you off your feet tonight in a way Rafe and I can’t?”
She looked disgusted as she curled her lip, but she tried to keep up her façade. “Maybe that is what I want.”
I hummed and stepped close enough that if she leaned in, her bare nipples would rub against my chest. I let my voice roll out with what I offered next, “Or do you want me to hold you hostage here, to fuck you without romance. To make you scream for help but only because you want help reaching that fucking high you know only I can get you to. You want me to make that skin of yours pink as your pussy while I spank it into submission, pretty girl? You want me to fuck you like you’re meant to be?” I would be hard on her. Unapologetic. Raw and rough. I told myself I wanted her to hate it, but I knew better. Bianca liked pain.She liked fear and torment. My hand went to her breast, and I twisted it roughly in my grip. “Because you know I don’t worship any woman I fuck.”
She gasped and her breathing came fast now as she whispered, “I don’t want to be worshipped, though. I want to be destroyed.”
CHAPTER 6
BIANCA
Under the moonlight,I found out exactly what it was like to have Bane take control and destroy me. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and whirled me around so I had to face the window of the haystack and look out at the bonfire in the distance. He pushed me into the straw so hard that it scraped at my stomach and thighs enough to make me gasp before he smacked my ass brutally.
“Of course my baby girl would pick her destruction over a man worshipping her.”
He sounded almost mad I had and suddenly I needed to be honest as I looked over my shoulder at him. “If it gets me you, I’ll take destruction over worship every single time.”
“So sweet and innocent. That’s what they all think you are, but you’re out there dancing with every guy, knowing exactly what you’re doing.”
The white of his mask shone in the moonlight. He hadn’t taken it off, and I don’t know if he would. It was a barrier between us, leaving his identity still up for debate if someone found us. “I’ll never give you anything but hate and pain, Bianca. And I’ll never take anything from you softly, you understand? Not even your virginity.”
That was his warning, and I met it by nodding before I arched my back to open myself more to him by resting my elbows on the haystack. “I’m just a girl whose journal you found, and now you’re fulfilling my fantasy. I don’t expect anything more.”
He nodded once before he pulled my hair to the side so I could look back at him like he wanted me to see how large he was, how he was moving toward my center, how his cock glinted with piercings in the moonlight.
I saw piercings that crisscrossed on the head of his length and my eyes widened at how that might feel. I’d never had a man inside me nor one with metal through his length
“You ready, Pink?” He asked but I don’t think he wanted an answer because when I whimpered, he moved the tip of himself to circle around my pussy, spreading my arousal around and mixing with his pre-cum. His skin was warm but there was a bite of cool, hard metal too. I moaned and wiggled my hips, but his grip in my hair tightened. “Don’t fucking move, Bianca.”
“Please. I just want to feel you in me,” I begged.
“Don’t rush me. I get to look at your teasing pink pussy before I fuck it. You may be promised to my brother, but you’re mine tonight, pretty pink.”
I moaned as a new nickname for me rolled of his tongue while his fingers took the place of his cock, massaging me first before he thrust one in me. My pussy immediately tightened, that finger big enough to cause a shock of pain to slice through me.
“I’m not ready.” I told him, realizing he was going to be too big for me, too much.
“You’re coating my hand with arousal. You’re ready for anything I’m going to give you.” And then I felt the head of him as his fingers spread me open. “Relax your body for me, huh? It’ll feel like too much before it feels like not enough.”
“What do you mean?” I whined but he didn’t elaborate.
He just tightened the hold in my hair and said, “Breathe in, baby girl.”
I did.
“Now, breathe out.” And right at the end of my exhale, he thrust in so deep I felt him through my whole soul. The pain was vicious and powerful. I felt like he was splitting me in two and then holding me together all at the same time with his length inside me, not allowing me to shrink away.
I tried to. I clawed at the hay as I stared out at all my friends beyond the corn maze, dancing around the bonfire in the night. But Bane held me still, making sure his cock throbbed inside me, stretching my walls so that I would only need him after all this between us was done. I let out a silent scream, but my voice was gone from the shock of how the man inside of me had recalibrated me, rearranged me, reconfigured me.
I whimpered out a plea, trying desperately to have him give me relief of any sort but he leaned over me as he pulled my hair so that my face scraped on the hay to the side. Then, he growled in my ear, “This is where my cock willalwaysbelong. This cunt is my home. You understand?”
