Death Layer (The Depraved Club) (14 page)

Chapter Sixteen

“Rise and shine,” Bane murmurs. “I sure as hell am.”

My eyelids flutter open and my senses become aware of the
warm, solid weight of man pressed against my side. We are lying over the covers
in his bed, naked. Jenny seems well enough after yesterday’s surgery, curled up
on a doggy bed in the corner, dozing. Morning light is spilling in through the
window in the bathroom, casting a beam over the foot of the bed.

Bane wraps his arms around my waist and turns me towards
him, the lengths of our bodies pressing together as he brushes his lips against
mine.

“Morning Ava,” he grunts.

I turn to melt into him, letting my tongue flicker into his
mouth, and as I shift my body closer I feel his erection pressing into my
thigh.

“Well hello there,” I grin. “Is that a gun in your pocket or
are you just happy to see me?”

“I don’t have any pockets. But maybe you have somewhere I
can stick my gun?”

He wrestles me down with a growl, his fingers finding and
stroking my pussy. I’m giggling, can’t help it. He kisses me, making it
impossible to laugh. I can feel the yearning in his kiss and my own body
responds, firing all cylinders instantly. As our kiss deepens his hand is
stroking me, teasing my clit.

The warmth and friction are making me crazy and I don’t have
the stamina to play hard to get. I moan and arc my back, pressing into his
hand, and his breath catches.

“Come here.”

Clutching my hips firmly and kissing me deeply, he pulls me
over him until I am straddling. He grabs a condom from the bedside table, rips
the foil and rolls it down his length.

“Ride me,” he whispers.

He kisses my mouth and traces his hand down my throat to my
breasts, fondling. The touch sends a swirl of heat to my sex. His hand travels
further south, tracing the skin over my belly until he reaches between my legs
and strokes and guides me until I am spread over his cock.

“Go ahead.” I whisper.

He thrusts up into me as I ease my weight back, the slow
penetration shooting chills and sparks throughout my body and curling my toes.
He fills me to the brim, the size and hardness of his cock making my inner
muscles clinch over him.

I’m sitting on top of him looking down, and the view is
spectacular: muscles, tattoos, and his serious, handsome face.

My palms spread over his firm pecks, and I let my fingers
run along the outline of his tattoos as I begin to slowly rock over him,
enjoying the smooth sensation of his skin and fine body hair under my hands.

There’s an intricate tattoo sprawling over his arm, I trace
along the outline and kiss it, slowly grinding my hips against him. I feel his
cock moving inside me, his hands digging into my ass and thighs.

“You’re amazing,” he smiles, closing his eyes as I buck my
hips against him.

I lean back, letting my eyes close and my head and shoulders
roll in abandon as my rocking momentum on Bane’s cock builds to a faster pace.
I can feel my clit rubbing against his hips, too, and press harder into him. My
nerve endings fire with intense pleasure that makes me moan and suck in my
breath. He’s deep inside, spearing me with his hardness.

Suddenly I feel his thumbs and fingers close over my
nipples, twisting and pinching. He latches on and won’t let go, tugging a
little harder each time I rock. It feels so fucking unreal, something I never
knew I liked. It unleashes me and I stare down at him in amazement as I feel a
warm wave of gushing cum between my legs and realize it’s mine.

“Yes!” My hands fly overhead and I’m digging into my own
hair, toppling over the edge. “Fuck!”

Bane squeezes my nipple and then spreads his fingers over my
breasts, kneading me. I love being in his hands, am shocked by the pleasure of
his claiming that part of my body.

 “That’s it,” he groans, “Give it to me. Cum for me
baby.”
More heat, more gushing, and we are both groaning and grinding together. I roll
my hips and feel him piercing deep inside me. I let my hand fall to my clit and
stroke myself.

“Yes! Bane!”

“God I love watching you do that,” Bane murmurs.

“Oh god!”

My body is out of control and I am one big fucking wave of
climax breaking over Bane. I throw my head back and wail. His hands release my
breasts and land with a smack on my ass, again and again, spanking me and
reaching his cock further in until the stinging of my skin urges me even
further into the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had.

“Bane! Bane!”

“Good girl.”

“Oh my god, Bane, baby, yes! Oh god!”

He spanks me again before his hands dig into my flesh and
travel up to my waist. His grip is powerful, authoritative, and he uses it to
angle my hips and move me back and forth on his cock.
“Oh Ava, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!”

His breath catches and he groans, his fingers digging into
my skin and his cock thrusting massively deep and stopping at the apex. I’m
shuddering over him, mouth open, moaning in ecstasy. His head and shoulders
rock up from the bed and his body wraps around mine in a fierce embrace. I feel
him shake and release into me.

“God, wow!” He whoops.

We are panting and laughing together, his cock still
throbbing inside me. His fingers twine in my hair and he pulls my head roughly
down to meet his kiss. His tongue flicks under mine, and he tips me until I’m
crushed beneath him. He pins me down and squishes me with his weight, and I
certainly don’t mind being his captive—in his territory.

He chuckles, a deep and sated sound, as he nuzzles against
me and kisses me like he means it.

He pulls his head back from the long, wet kiss and stares
down at me, dark eyes glow with animal, carnal satisfaction and possessiveness.
Thrusting his cock slowly one more time just for the hell of it, the pressure
makes us both squirm and moan before he pulls out.

Bane collapses his weight back over me, burying his head in
my breasts.

“Jesus woman,” he grunts. “Who the hell are you?”

I chuckle, stretching luxuriously beneath him.

“Actually, don’t answer that,” he says. “We’ll make up an
answer together today. I’m taking you with me to meet Blair and get our fake
passports.” He cocks an eyebrow playfully, accusingly. “You’re not gonna try
and run away on me again, are you?”

I smirk at him. “Tried that. Didn’t go well.”

He chuckles. “You can say that again. Got a new name you
want to try out for your new identity? Medusa? Beetlejuice? You gotta have a monster
name, if you fuck like a fucking monster.”

“Hey, asshole!” I tug his hair in vengeance, making him
laugh. “I’m the one fucking a Beast.”

“It takes one to know one.”

He playfully bites my nipple for emphasis, making me jump
and laugh. He growls, wrestling me down, but I give him a good fight that ends
with another deep, prowling kiss.
“You make me pretty crazy, you know that?” Bane grunts when he finally pulls
up. He pushes to sit and rolls up to his feet on the side of the bed, glancing
over me. “Cray-zee. Get up. Come on. Let’s go. Time’s a wastin. If we’re not
fucking, we’re making hay.”

I laugh. “Making hay? What are you, from Kansas?”

“Newark.” He struts over to his dresser and pulls on a pair
of boxers before smacking himself in the head. “Shit, clothes. I don’t have any
clothes for you. I can get some from Tink.”

“No!”

Surprised at my own vehemence, I turn a little pink when
Bane arcs an eyebrow at me.

“You wanna go in your birthday suit?” he asks.

“No.”

His poker face is on. “Then what’s the problem?”

Now I’m bright orange and feeling a little humiliated. I
remember Amy, the blue-eyed slave from the clubhouse, telling me about all the
sweetbutts vying for first place in Bane’s bed. Coco. Trinity. Tink.

And now me, I guess.

Bane’s eyes grow harder as my silence stretches out, but I
can’t quite bring myself to say out loud that I don’t even want him
talking
to any of the sweetbutts. And the thought of him borrowing clothes for me from
another woman he fucks makes my stomach turn.

I try to tell myself that Bane is not exactly a one-woman
kind of guy. Sure, I conveniently forgot that last night and this morning, lost
in the fantasy that my own feelings for him were reciprocal. But after all, he
never said this wasn’t just sex.

“God dammit Ava,” Bane growls, “You’re gonna have to say
what’s on your mind. I’m not gonna play twenty questions with you.”

 He steps into his ripped up jeans and buttons them,
his back to me. I watch a tight gray t-shirt swallow up his Death Layer tattoos
before he stomps back over to sit next to me, the bed dipping under his weight
as he pulls on socks and shoes.

Now he’s fully dressed and I am fully naked. Which is just
fucking perfect, because it’s just how I feel. Bane stares at me impatiently,
that cold calculation back in his expression. Shit, he can sure go from tender
to terrifying real fast.

“Um,” I stall.

I swallow, desperately trying to think of something
believable I could say other than the truth. But my brain is blank. I force
myself to meet his eyes and see a flicker of amusement.

Fuck! He’s toying with me, probably reading me like a
goddamn open book.

“Can’t I just wear one of your shirts?” I plead. “Exercise
shorts?”

He shakes his head deliberately, his expression unchanged.
“Try again.”

Frustrated, I drive my fist into the bed. “God, don’t
patronize me!”

“Then don’t act like a fucking baby.”

Scoffing, I turn away but Bane grabs my shoulders and forces
me to look him in the eye.

“Hey!” He shakes me lightly, staring me down. “Don’t bail on
me here. What do I have to do to fucking earn your trust, huh?”

I stare, open-mouthed.

“I-I do trust you,” I stammer, knowing deep down it’s true.
I’m clearly not acting like it, though. I’m being a total pussy, afraid to
admit my feelings. But hey, who ever said feelings are logical?

Bane rolls his eyes, his jaw working and his voice husky.
“Come on. Let me in, damn it. I’m not going to ask again. All or nothing, Ava.
That’s the deal.”

My pulse gallops nervously in my throat and I frown at him.
“All or nothing?” I say. “What do you mean, all? My all or your all?”

Bane growls. “What the fuck are you talking about? All means
all! Nothing means nothing!”

I growl right back. “What are
you
talking about?”

“Jesus.” Bane rubs his hand over his face. “Why are you
acting like this?”

Okay, now I am miserable. Admitting the truth can’t possibly
be worse than trying to keep it in.

“Because I’m fucking terrified, ok?” I shout, exasperated. I
point at the bedroom door. “Outside this room are a bunch of psychopaths who
want to kill you and rape me. And the women—fuck—the women all want to rape
you
and kill
me
! And you’re just going to go ask one of them to lend you a,
what, leather bra and maybe a fucking g-string? Maybe they should model it for
you first. Maybe they already have!”

This makes Bane laugh until tears leak out of the corner of
his eyes.

“That’s pretty accurate,” he chuckles, wiping his eyes.
“That’s pretty good.”

I’m not amused. “I don’t see what’s so funny.”

“You are, Red.” He leans in and kisses me lightly, still
laughing. “You can’t even admit you’re jealous.”

Seething, I pull back from his kiss and clench my jaw. “I’m
not jealous.”

“Yes you are.”

I fume. “I’m not jealous!”

Bane is enjoying this too much. “You are one green-eyed,
snarling jealous beast.”

“Fine. Maybe I’m a little.” My face burns neon pink with
shamed embarrassment and my voice becomes a tiny squeak that makes me wince.
“Aren’t you going to say anything?”

Now Bane’s face is serious and his fingers knead my
shoulders. His voice grows softer.

“Ava, I don’t make it a habit to risk my life for pussy,
though yours is pretty grade-A. Do I have to spell it out for you? I killed
Smokey because he touched you and it made me insane. I went into the ring,
gladly, to keep you out of it. You think I would get you a fake passport and
take you with me just for the hell of it? What do you think all this is, what
happened between us last night? When I asked you if you wanted all of me, what
did you think I meant?”

I stare at him, blushing, and he winces.

“Oh.” He nods, comprehending. “Ok. I do have to spell it out
for you.” He draws me closer, gathering me up into his chest. He kisses the top
of my head. “Ava, sex is one thing. It’s the easy part. I’ve wanted to fuck you
pretty much since you got here, because you’re fucking gorgeous and I’m a man.
But you’re more than that. You’re…brave and funny and smart. You don’t give up.
I think I fell for you when I found you in that alley, shivering and torn up
and you smacked me with a pipe. Remember that little episode?”

I laugh, nodding, and Bane strokes my hair.

“You said last night you wanted to be with me,” he says,
“And I took that to mean more than sex. But I’m asking you now, to be clear,
more than sex: do you want to be with me? I mean be with me.”

“Aren’t I with you right now?”

He rolls his eyes. “I mean be my woman. I’ve never asked a
woman that before. Like, I feel like you could be an actual fucking partner,
you know? I told you I want out of Death Layer, this life. I’m done with it. I
wanna start over with you. OK? That clear enough for you?”

I crane my neck back and gaze up at him. Smacking him in the
chest with my fists, I tease, “Now was that so fucking hard to say? Really? Are
you always going to be such a pain in the ass?”

“You brat,” he laughs, tickling me. I yelp and squirm away
but he catches me and tosses me back on the bed, throwing his body over me and
kissing me. “I’m gonna get you for that.”