Surrender To Me

He handed me my drink, and I took a sip.

“Thanks. She fell in love with it, too. So I bought it for her.”

I barely covered my mouth in time to stop the beer from spraying everywhere. My eyes bulged as I asked, “You bought it for her?”

He watched me as he took a sip from his bottle. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Wren. This is why I wanted to show you another side of my life. You’ve only seen the seedy side… the dirty fucking shit I do. I wanted to show you that there is light to my dark.”

I liked Bane’s flavor of dark, but I was starting to get an appreciation of his light too. “I’m not in the habit of taking people at face value,” I replied, taking another sip. “I would’ve found out about this eventually.”

Slowly, he walked toward me. When he was standing in front of me, he put his beer on the counter and his hands on either side of my body, locking me into place between his hard body and the equally hard granite digging into my lower back. When he leaned in and placed a sweet kiss on my shoulder, I sighed.

“I want you to find it all out, but not now. Not tonight. I promise I will tell you every dark secret inside me eventually if you decide to stick around.”

Fisting his shirt in my hands, I didn’t let him move away. I loved the feeling of him being so close, but that love was tempered by reality. That what we had could fizzle out in a matter of weeks or months. Bane gave me a bruising kiss before stepping away, taking his beer with him.

I turned in time to see James and Bianca returning to the kitchen, Valentine in her daddy’s arms.

James went and sat down, and Bane joined him while I stayed in the kitchen with Bianca. She smiled at me as I leaned against the counter. “You have a beautiful home.”

“Thank you. I love it, too.” She glanced over at her brother. “Bane is too much.”

“How long have you lived here?”

“It’ll be five years in the spring.” She began prepping what looked like chicken parmigiana. “But enough about me, tell me all about you, Wren.”

HOURS LATER, Bane opened the rear door of his town car for me. I slid into the leather seat and rested my head back. I’d eaten and drunk way too much but Bianca sure as shit knew how to cook. I’d found out she’d worked as a chef before having Valentine, which explained how she knew her way around a kitchen. Bane closed the door after he slid in beside me, then hauled me into his lap.

His hand was under my skirt a moment later, his lips fused to mine. His kiss was demanding, his tongue sliding into my mouth and claiming me. He stroked my thighs, then my pussy before shoving the scrap of fabric out of the way and sliding his finger into my heat. I cried out at the sweet invasion, then began to moan as he pumped it in and out of me.

All through dinner, he’d kept his hand on my thigh, always inching higher, sweeping my dress out of the way. He’d stroked me through my panties until I was practically panting, and he only stopped when I crossed my legs. He gave me a meaningful look, which I’d ignored.

Bane curled his finger inside me, hitting the sensitive spot and dragging an orgasm from me. I groaned into his mouth as he made me come, his relentless ownership over my body not stopping until I grew still.

He kissed me again. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you come. You know that?” he asked roughly into my ear, biting down on my lobe. I sucked in a gasp, the sting shooting straight to my still throbbing pussy.

Keeping me on his lap the whole way back into town, I wondered where this night would lead us. Was he taking me home? Was he returning to his club? No, not the club. It was closed on Mondays. At least I remembered that.

“Stay with me tonight?”

Yes. God, I wanted to. “At your apartment?” He nodded. “I can’t. I have to work in the morning.”

He stared at me, his jaw working. I braced myself for his refusal, but he stunned me when he said,

“Tomorrow night, then. Can I have you?”

A small smile tugged at my lips before I kissed him. “Yes,” I breathed against him.

“Will you close the shop on Wednesday? I want you in my bed all night.”

“I’ll have to check my bookings.”

He nodded. “Do it, but fucking make it happen, Wren.”

“You know, this bossing me around thing won’t work.”

“You love it when I take control.”Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

I did. I fucking loved giving it over, knowing that Bane would take care of my needs for me. But work was something else. This was my livelihood and also the only thing I would have left after Bane was finished with me.

“I’ll let you know if I can reschedule my clients for Wednesday,” I told him.

We pulled up outside my apartment, and Bane got out of the car, shutting the door behind him. I blinked, slightly confused.

“Good night, Ms. Montana,” Andy said, looking at me in the rearview mirror.

“Good night, Andy,” I replied hesitantly before Bane opened my door and helped me from the car. He escorted me into the building, where I thought he’d stop and let me go, but he went all the way to my apartment. After I unlocked the door, he strode in after me, slamming the thing shut behind him.

“What are you-”

Bane was on me, his kiss more fevered than before. “If you won’t come to me, I’ll fucking come

to you,” he hissed, sliding his hand up under my dress and setting my pussy on fire with his touch. “I’ll always come to you.”