I knew we would. I’d destroy her, she’d destroy me, and we’d destroy our families if we continued down this path. She’d spiral again, no doubt, if I kept her on a leash in that penthouse, and I’d tear myself apart if she hurt herself again. I couldn’t stop now.
I yanked her thighs up so they wrapped around my hips and turned, slamming her hard into the plastered wall near the door. The impact jarred a sound out of her that was half gasp, half laugh. She dug her fingers into my shoulders, stubborn and feral.
“Tonight you get just what you need,” I rasped. My voice came muffled but mean; I could taste the metallic tang of adrenaline on my tongue. I shoved her bra over enough that I could cup her breast roughly. She arched into my palm, and I thrust my cock against her pussy.
“What do I need?”
“Someone to fuck the memories of this place out of you.” I moved my hand to her clit and pinched it before rolling it. She moaned and saidyes, pleaselike she thought I’d give in right away.
Instead. I dropped her from my waist and commanded, “Outside. Now.”
“But…” She glanced at her room. “I should probably grab a few more things.”
I tucked the masks under my arms and then nodded toward the door. “You’re leaving.”
“But in my dresser—”
I bent and scooped her up over my shoulder. She wiggled but there wasn’t much fight in her for material things. Her parents had sent her to me with barely anything and she’d already learned to live without it.
“This is a waste,” she yelled as the fire roared around us. The smoke was thick, and I couldn’t risk her health. I moved fast to push through the double doors, and then we were out under the moonlight, the stars dancing with the flames in the quiet night.
I set her down roughly and threw the masks toward the empty SUV we’d driven here. I’d taken her myself, no drivers or witnesses to what we were doing. I didn’t care about a Zarelli house burning, but I had cared about the fact that I probably wouldn’t be able to control myself, that my brother had the potential to find out what I couldn’t resist doing for another night.
I walked her out far enough on the lawn so that she could see it all burn but also still feel the heat.
I dropped her into the grass and commanded, “On your knees. Now.” The sound that came through the mask was close to a sinister growl.
But I couldn’t stop the contempt building in me as I remembered the memories of this place too, of having her here, of wanting her that way again. She was different now. She’d been with him.
She’d chosen him. Was promised to him. Had given that body and soul of hers to him. “Bane, I want—”
“I’mnotBane. I’m just a man here to show you how much you can take, Pink,” I corrected her. “Get on your fucking knees.”
She dropped to them immediately, her bra askew and her panties soaking wet. “You listen well like a pretty little slut, ready to fucking burn just for some cock.”
Her blue eyes narrowed like she might have wanted to argue but I grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her closer. Hereyes widened with how rough I was handling her, the look of irritation morphing to one of surprise and trepidation.
Good. She came harder when she didn’t know exactly where my head was, exactly how far I’d take it, and exactly how much she would allow herself to endure. She surprised herself with it even, her body addicted to the fear and pain. “Open your mouth.”
When she didn’t right away, I unbuckled my slacks and pulled my cock from them, pumping the hard head of it once right by her lips before I took her jaw and opened it for her. I thrust my length in fully. Her gasping around it and struggling with how far back I went had me swelling against her tongue further. “So beautiful. Look at those innocent blue eyes shimmering with tears from gagging on my cock deep in your throat.”
I retreated back to let her breathe for a moment, then thrust in again, even deeper, using a fistful of hair to yank her closer. She whimpered and her nails dug into my thighs, but she didn’t try to get away.
She held me there and stared up at me on her damn knees with a look in her eyes. I was her punisher, the person who inflicted pain on her, the one gagging her. And I wanted to believe I was the only one she was willing to give that title to.
Yet, I glanced at her home and how it was catching the flames and knew it wasn’t true. I pulled her from my cock, but she sucked it hard enough that it exited her mouth with a pop, glistening with her saliva.
I turned her toward that house on the horizon that we’d fucked in so many times and murmured, “Hands and knees, baby girl.” And then I shoved her roughly enough that she had to catch herself in the grass.
The smoke billowed from her bedroom window and curled in the wind, warming every curve of her body and swirling aroundthat round ass of hers. I yanked her ponytail so she had to arch and then I used a foot to kick her knees outward so I could step between them before I dropped down to kneel right against her ass. I pressed my cock to the center of it and felt her other hole pucker through the fabric. Shit, she would be tight there.
I breathed in, taking my time, as I squeezed a globe once before I smacked it hard enough that her whole body shifted in my grip as she yelped. The motion of it had arousal dripping from her panties. “You want me to fuck you while you watch the house burn?”
The house crackled again, and she moaned, “Yes.”
I smacked her hard again and again. Then I rubbed it better where each handprint formed. “Does it get rid of the memories in that house for you?”
She mewled as my thumb brushed against her center, confirming again that what we did between us in there, in every place, even with the mask on was what she wanted, that us together helped her somehow.
