He narrows his eyes and lunges over to me. “Jesus Christ, I already told you, I’m not gonna rape you. I get plenty of pussy the traditional way.”
His fists close around my shoulders and slide me up the wall until I am standing. His nostrils are flared in anger and his breathing is a little heavy with the effort from lifting me. One of his brawny arms darts around my waist and presses my body to his like a rag doll, my curves conforming to him naturally through the thin fabric of his borrowed clothes. He easily carries me to the bed and tosses me down, grabbing my shackled ankle as I bounce on the mattress.
He fishes in his pocket for a key and unlocks the cuffs. Of course he carries a handcuff key in his pocket. Because. Why wouldn’t he?
I gasp in relief as my ankle falls free, but the relief is short-lived. Bane stretches his body over me and grabs one of my wrists, forcing it into the shackle. Reaching over my head, his bare muscles ripple in my face as he strings the chain around the headboard and then snaps my other wrist captive.
“Fuck,” I groan.
I am literally chained to Bane’s bed.
“Kinky,” Bane observes with a smile.
He is still stretched out on top of me, the pressure of his massive body alarming. His lips are almost touching mine, his eyes as cool and intense as ever. I arch my back subtly to try to increase the distance between our faces, but regret it: the movement launches my breasts into his chest and his hips rock instinctually into mine in response, a shock of heat radiating up my sex.
A startled moan escapes my lips at the feeling of his hardness between my legs and my breath catches in my throat like a butterfly in a net.
Bane closes his eyes and his face settles into a frown that almost looks pained. When his eyes open, that original question is back. I can’t look away, once again a deer in the headlights, and suddenly his hot lips are searing mine.
For a moment I forget the chains, the club, and the world, and I melt into him. Bane is all man, cut angles and muscles and heat, but when his tongue presses under mine and sends a shockwave of radioactive heat through my brain I suddenly remember who and where I am.
I remember the chains.
“No!” I jerk my chin away, panting, and squeeze my eyes shut. “No, stop. Please.”
Bane goes rigidly still, and I feel his withdrawal both physically and energetically. After a suspenseful moment, he rolls off me with a grunt and snaps off the light.
“Have it your way. Fucking cock tease.”
In the dark I hear him punch the pillow a few times before settling in.
Chapter Eleven
I awake to the sound of a turning key to find Bane kneeling over my chest, fiddling with my cuffs. His thighs and, yes, the bulge of his crotch, are right in my face. Can’t say it’s the worst way to wake up, but it draws a sharp gasp from me.
“Ow,” I groan. It’s my new favorite word because literally everything hurts.
Bane looks down and displays that lopsided, cold grin.
“Good evening, princess,” he grunts. “Having second thoughts?”
He chuckles and does a playful hip thrust in my direction that almost makes me laugh. There’s no end to this clown’s confidence. Or arrogance.
“How can I ever forgive myself,” I mutter.
Bane arches his eyebrows. “I don’t care for your sarcastic tone, Red. It stings just like a boner with no release. Anyway, time to get up. It’s party time again and you’re going back to the clubhouse. We’re gonna play it cool like nothing happened last night. Nobody else finds out about your little date with the drainpipe or my little stakeout in the alley. Got it?”
“Fine,” I sigh, rubbing my chewed-up wrists.
Bane’s eyes narrow as he sweeps an inspecting gaze over my body. He bends over to his nightstand, opens a drawer, and drops a tube of Neosporin on my belly. “Rub this in, don’t need you going septic.”
“So you’re a gangster and a hypochondriac,” I yawn. “A man of many talents.”
Bane shoots me a look. “You’ve got three minutes. I grabbed some clean clothes for you from Tink. You feel about the same size.”
Bane winks and holds up a flimsy black dress. His grin is maddening, but with no real choice I snatch the lingerie out of his hands.
“Thank you, Bane,” he squeaks in falsetto, imitating me. “’You’re such a nice, sexy, thoughtful biker.’” He lowers his voice exaggeratedly. “You’re welcome, Red. You’re not such a horrible frigid bitch yourself.” He checks his watch and smacks me on the ass, making me yelp. “Now move. I’ve gotta be downstairs in an hour.”
He stalks over to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Somehow the only response I can manage to say is, “Gangsters have schedules?”
Bane reappears, giving me a death stare. His eyes remind me of my father when I was in trouble as a kid, and I shudder to imagine what Bane would do if he didn’t get his way. Without further protest, I stretch out of bed and move to change clothes. He’s watching every move as I start to roll his t-shirt over my head. I feel myself flush all over with heat, blushing.
“Turn around,” I beg.
Bane raises his eyebrows but doesn’t move, a playful gleam in his eye. Leaning against the doorjamb, he makes it clear he’s not going anywhere. The toothbrush barely obscures his shit-eating grin.
“Fine,” I hiss.
Turning my back to him, I try to put on the dress without removing the t-shirt. It’s awkward and I get my arms stuck a few times, but I manage. Pulling the skirt down to cover my ass, I finally shimmy out of Bane’s shorts, feeling slightly victorious that I got through it without showing him much. When I turn back around, Bane’s eyes are inscrutable. He rinses quickly in the bathroom and marches back to me.
“Vamanos,” he says.
His calloused hand is on my shoulder as he steers me ahead of him through the hallway, and we’ve not gone seven steps when Coco springs out of her doorway. Clearly she was waiting for us.
“Bane,” she groans, “Baby I don’t know what happened! That sneaky bitch—”
“Hey!” Bane’s bark makes Coco squeeze herself into the wall, like a dog afraid of a belt. “If she’s a bitch I guess that makes you her asshole, cuz she sure licked you.” One of Bane’s massive hands is still closed around my collarbone, but his free hand drives an accusatory pointer finger into Coco’s chest. “You got sloppy drunk last night Coco, so I just figured I’d just take her with me for safekeeping. Can’t trust you. Anyway it gets awful lonely in that big old bed of mine, you know?”