Page 5 of Bane's Beginning

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Sinead’s voice overtook me as I was wrapped up in this stranger's arms. His hands slowly grazed across my body and I gently grinded my ass into his waist. I had danced with men before. I had played the cat and mouse game a few times when Marcus and I broke up, but this was different. Though I spent most of the last hour and a half telling him lies about India, the name on my fake ID, we still had a connection that was seeping through.

The song. The people. It all faded away as soon as I grabbed his hand. Being close to him felt like walking across a cliff. If I wasn’t careful, I might fall into the ocean below.

The song continued on as I felt his lips near the nape of my neck, like he was breathing me in. My entire body was on high alert and I knew he must have known the effect he had on me. Hell, I think he picked up on it the first time our eyes made contact. He was different from the men back at school, especially Marcus. He was confident and intimidating, but also gentle. I couldn’t help but imagine the way he would make me feel in his bed.

I came here for one night to get caught up, so why not get lost in the man who was turning me on after one dance more than any man I’d ever shared a bed with?

The song came to a close and he turned me around to face him. He looked down at my lips before reaching down and capturing them. I fought a small moan from escaping my mouth as I fell further into my mystery man, the “Prez” of the Martyrs in Mayhem. Whatever the fuck that meant, I didn’t care.

I knew he could be dangerous. I knew that spending time with him could end up with me on a missing persons poster, but the longer his lips spent on mine, the quicker my worries began to fade.

After what felt like an eternity, he pulled away. He looked at me like he was starving, like very little was stopping him from pulling me into the nasty club bathroom tearing my clothes off. Oddly enough, I’d probably let him, and I’m sure I’d enjoy every minute of it.

Finally, he said the words I had been longing to hear since I caught him staring at me.

“Come home with me.”

Chapter Three: Maverick

I pulled the sexy club vixen into my run-down one-bedroom apartment in Collings, the same town Jynx is located in. It wasn’t anything close to home, but she didn’t need to know that. I never brought women to my house in the sticks, and it was that way on purpose. Bring a woman home and she’s harder to get rid of. It was one of many apartments we kept around our territory so we didn’t have to drive all the way back to the clubhouse in Haven Hills.

And thank fuck for that because I didn’t think I could spend another minute wondering what this bitch’s pussy felt like.

I led her to the bedroom before pressing her against the wall by her neck. She gasped and I chuckled.

“That’s it, baby. I want to see everything I make you feel on that pretty little face of yours tonight.”

Her eyes darkened with lust and I knew then she liked being talked dirty to.

I didn’t spend too much time wondering what other secrets she had hidden. I captured her lips in mine again, drinking her in. Without the music of the club, I could hear every small moan and whimper she was making and it was sexy as fuck.

I let my left hand slide down to her thigh, pulling it up as my right one kept its place around her throat. The smell of vanilla trapped me. It was all over my senses and I couldn’t get enough of it. Hell, I couldn’t get enough of her.

I finally let my hand dip under her dress and slightly grazed what I thought would be her panties, but fuck. She wasn’t wearing any. I let out a groan as I realized I had just touched her soaking wet pussy, and pushed away, but not for long.

“Are you not wearing any panties?”

She gave me a small smirk as she shook her head, trying to look innocent, like she didn’t know that her hot body and full lips wouldn’t turn a man fucking crazy.

“You’re a fucking vixen, aren’t you?” I said, jamming two fingers inside of her.

She moaned again as I pumped my fingers in and out. I reached my other hand behind her back and began pulling the zipper of her dress down. It fell just enough that her tits spilled free and I took one of them in my mouth.

She let out a shriek and I knew she was close.

“I know, baby. You weren’t expecting to get fucked this good when you walked into my club tonight,” I said. I kept the same pace as my fingers pumped inside her pussy.

And then it happened. One of the most beautiful things I’d ever seen. She forced her eyes closed and I told her to open them again.

“I want you to look in my eyes when I make you cum. That’s it, baby. Let it go.”

She listened like the good girl I knew she was and fell apart right there on my hand. Once I saw it, I knew I wouldn’t be able to get enough of making her cum. These moments were going to haunt my thoughts, but it was too late. I might as well make the most of it.

I didn’t give her much time to recover. I pushed her onto the bed so that her ass was in the air. Her dress was barely clinging to her body. I undid my belt, dropped my pants and took my dick out. I was hard as a rock and didn’t want to waste another second without being inside her.