Page 45 of Pretty Pink Poison
“Interesting.” I was supposed to be forgetting about him, supposed to be finding a way to live without him and fall for his brother instead. Or at least getting rid of him now that he was drugged. That way, I could run away from all of them, forget my parents didn’t care about me, forget this whole life existed. Yet instead, I was considering if he really meant that. “All this time you say you don’t want me anymore.”
“I don’t.”
“Because of Rafe?”
“Because of everything.”
“But…” My hand shouldn’t have drifted, but it did… to his rock-hard length. “This feels like you do.”
He jerked into my hand and murmured a string of swears before he locked eyes with me again to say, “You’re all Rafe’s.” Then he shook his head as I unbuckled his trousers, unable to stop myself. I just wanted to see his cock again, to feel the metal piercings of it, to rub my hand down it once or twice.
“I’m yours for five years, Bane. That’s what you said, remember? You can do what you want to me, right? But if that’s the case, I’m doing what I want to you too… we do what we want to each other.”
“Still that pink poison,” he growled, and then, “Don’t fuck with me.”
Again with the commands.
I didn’t listen. I moved my body to straddle him, my robe opening. His movements were a bit slow, but his hands still tried to grip my thighs to stop me.
I tsked at his efforts and dug in his pocket to find his phone. “Who’s the security outside?”
“Pepe,” he muttered, confused as to what I was doing.
I called him and told him we needed his cuffs, that Bane insisted. Then I whispered in Bane’s ear, “Tell him we need them right now.”
Bane listened quite easily when I pumped his cock with my hand once. Then I hopped off him and went to the door to find Pepe standing there with cuffs and a look of bewilderment on his face. I didn’t say a thing to him other thanthank youbefore I swung the door shut.
When I got back on the bed and straddled Bane once again, he shook his head and said, “Stop fucking with me, Pink. It won’t end well.”
“I’ll fuck with you any way I want.” I caught his wrist and guided it to the headboard. “Or you can beg me for freedom, beg me to let you go. I will if you do.”
“I won’t beg for something I don’t want.” His eyes held mine like he was sending me a message. Like he wanted this as much as I did. Him being drugged was his loophole just like his mask had been his rationalization before.
He was going to let me do this. He wanted me to.
The cuffs clicked around his wrists above his head. I yanked to test. He swore as he stared up at me, but he didn’t really fight me. Instead his refusal was lazy and weak at best. “You’re as deranged as me, Pink. Not good.” He was slurring, but his eyes held hunger now, and I was addicted to that over his indifference.
The careful barrier of apathy he wore in public had crumbled with the drugs, and I took advantage of it by asking, “But you likenot good, don’t you?”
The vibration of his chest I felt all the way down my body and in between my legs. “I don’t,” he tried to lie.
So I lifted my hips and let his cock rim the lips of my pussy. I let my arousal drip onto the tip of him. “Not at all?”
He yanked at the cuffs but it only caused us to bounce and for my robe to fall open a little more. So I leaned forward and gave him a full frontal view of myself, desperate for him to acknowledge that we still had something between us.
“Fuck me, I don’t want to be fogged for this,” he murmured almost to himself, but then he met my gaze and said, “You and I both know you’re Rafe’s.”
It was my turn to growl in frustration.
“What I did with him or what I do with any man will never take away from what we had.” What he didn’t understand, nor what he would ever believe, was that I never wanted anything with another man. Not even when I lost my inhibitions that one night with his brother. My body may have betrayed me then, but my heart hadn’t. It had only ever been Bane.
He grunted.
He didn’t want to admit it. Then I’d show him.
“What wehave,” I corrected, my voice sharp as I ground down and took his cock in one ruthless stroke straight down to the base. He met me halfway, his thrust brutal and penetrating, knocking the breath from my lungs.
“Damn,” he growled, head tipping back. “That pussy always fits me just right.”
