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The thought dripped like poison into my veins. My heart started to gallop so fast it felt like it was trying to climb out of my chest. He was about to take what he wanted. And then erase me. Bury me. I’d become an obligation instead of a prize. Still, I held his gaze. My mouth moved before my fear could smother it.
“If that’s the case,” I whispered, “if I’ve caused you that kind of pain, don’t be gentle when you take what you want. If you’re finally going to fuck me without a mask, Bane, I want to watch every feeling you have for me. And if it’s my last fuck, you owe it to me not to hold back a damn thing, don’t you think?”
Something flickered behind his eyes—rage, hunger, the ghost of a smile—and then his lips curved into a laugh that didn’t sound like mercy at all. It sounded like malice.
There was no mask this time as he took my mouth in his and devoured my lips. He ripped his teeth over them so hard, we both tasted blood.
I clawed at his back as I pulled him close and moaned loudly.
This wasn’t a game between us anymore or us pursuing an outlet to stave off our desires for one another for another day. This was our end, our goodbye, us in our rawest form. He didn’t want me anymore but needed me like this one last time.
His hands went to my ass to lift me up and I immediately wrapped my legs around him, where they belonged. I touched his face and held him to me, rubbed my hands over the perfect lines of his jaw and whimpered.
I was getting Bane.
I was getting the only man I ever wanted here and now.
The tears that streamed down my face were probably ridiculous because they were for him, not for my life, not for the fact that I thought they were planning to kill me after. I pulledback to catch my breath as his mouth went to my neck and sucked on every part of it.
“I should care that you and your brothers are going to dispose of this but I don’t. I don’t care at all.”
He slammed me into one of the dark walls and ground his cock into my center, “You’d take me any way you can get me. I’m taking you the same way. I’ll always want you even when I want to kill you, Pink.”
And then he was stripping my dress off me and I was pulling at his clothes like an animal. I couldn’t stop. I needed to see him completely bare, see him raw and real without anything between us.
Once we both had not a scrap on us, we stood before one another breathing fast. “You should have never been this beautiful to me. You were always going to be poison.”
“And you were always going to be the destruction I couldn’t avoid.” I murmured back to him as I walked slowly up to him and stared at the slope of his nose, the cut of his jaw, the scruff of his five o’clock shadow. “I hate how much I fucking love you, but I do love you, Bane.” I admitted because being close to someone potentially taking your life made you honest.
He cracked his knuckles, never looking away from me. “I’ve loved you since the day you told me a damn dog died in a book, Bianca Zarelli. I love your mess, your poison, your self-destructive tendencies, and your obsession with making villains victims. Even still, you’re poison and for the family, I eliminate that from our lives always.”
He picked up the gun but I got on my knees and crawled toward him as I stared at that pierced cock standing at attention for me, throbbing as my lips came close. He put the gun to my head as I put his cock in my mouth and I sucked it in deep.
I got to look up at his face while he held that gun to my temple and see the turmoil and love and hate all wrapped in one over his features and I gagged on how big he was.
He groaned and his head fell back as he let me work him in my mouth before he yanked my hair back and then pulled me to my feet so he could bend me over a velvet tantric chair in the middle of the room. My ass was up in the air and he dragged the pistol’s barrel over a cheek before he moved it over my clit and then into my pussy. The cool metal felt foreign and forbidden. And it made me feel alive. Being so close to death would do that to a person.
Even still, I mewled that I didn’t want that. I wanted him. He was always all I wanted.
And then the head of his pierced cock was there as he placed the pistol next me and instead put both hands on either side of me before he thrust into me fully.
Hard.
Rough.
Violent.
With all he had.
I turned to look at him, to meet his gaze, to take him in one last time.
We went over the edge together. In love and hate with each other for one last time.
CHAPTER 28
PINK
I didn’t givemyself much time to come down from my high. He’d got what he wanted and he was going to do what he needed for the family. So I lunged for the pistol beside us, but Bane’s hand shot out and got to it before me. And then he had the gun to my head while he was on top of me, both of us breathing fast from getting off, his cock still deep inside me.
