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We rode down to the lobby in silence, his arm never unwrapping from my side. When we stepped out, he hustled me through the vestibule and out to his waiting town car.
“To Bianca’s, Andy,” he said to the driver, who stared at me like he’d never seen Bane with a woman before. Maybe it was because I was fully clothed that was so shocking. Whatever the reason, I didn’t need to worry myself over it now. Sliding into the cool leather interior, I let out a little sigh as Bane closed us in there together. His cologne filled the space, and I turned to look at him. That same hunger from before blazed, and I gasped as he dragged me onto his lap.
A small moan made its way out of my throat as I felt his erection pressing insistently at my ass. One arm was anchored around my waist, his free hand sliding through the hair at my nape. A bolt of lust hit me as he pulled back, creating a sting of pain that I was growing to like.
“I need to be inside you again, Wren. Tonight. If this is it, I need to have you one last time. Tell me I can taste your champagne cunt again.” He stroked my bottom lip, pulling it down like he was imagining every single illicit thought running through his head. “I need to experience your pretty mouth on my cock. I want to push to the back of your throat and fuck your face until you choke. Tell me I can fucking worship your body all night, make you scream my fucking name?”
I clutched at his shoulders and bit my lip. Jesus, the filthy words this man says to me will be my undoing. I didn’t answer him. I didn’t know what the answer was. Instead, I reached down between us and stroked the steel length between his legs. He stopped me with a growl on the third stroke. His eyes were foggy with lust, and I really liked that I’d put him into that state.
He shook his head, pulling my hand free and kissing the tips of my fingers. “If you keep doing that, we won’t go to my sister’s. I’d have Andy take us to my place, so we could play, and then my sister would chew me out for ditching dinner.”
Snuggling back into his chest, I watched the street lights of downtown LA flicker into sporadic bursts. I was pushed back into Bane as the car ascended, making switchbacks up a hill.
“Where does your sister live?” I asked into the darkness.
“Bel Air.” His words rumbled in his chest.
Holyfuckingshit. The entire family must be loaded. I swallowed. “You grew up here?”
He snorted and shook his head but said nothing more. “Maybe I’ll tell you the story one day, Little Bird,” he said, stroking my arm in a hypnotic wave. “Not tonight, though.”
When the car finally pulled to a stop, I began to scramble back to my seat. I didn’t want Bane’s driver to catch me in such a compromising position, but Bane wasn’t having any of that. He held me tightly until the door was opened, then helped me out. I stared up at the mansion in front of me and let out a jagged breath. This place was amazing. I’d barely had a chance to absorb it all when Bane took my hand and urged me up the path.
The door opened before we even got to the doorstep. A willowy dark-haired beauty stood there with a smile on her face.
“Bane!” she squealed.
Bane dropped my hand and scooped up who I was assuming was his sister.
“Bianca,” he replied in a soft voice, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “How are you?”
“Better now that you’re here,” she replied, then looked over his shoulder. “Is this her?”
Damn, talk about being self-conscious. I stood there with my hands clasped in front of me, not sure what to do.
Bane saved me, though, by taking my hand and pulling me closer. “Bianca, this is Wren, the woman I was telling you about.”
Bianca held out her hand to me, and we shook. “It is so nice to finally meet one of Bane’s girlfriends!”
“I’m not his girlfriend,” I replied.
“It’s complicated,” Bane said at the same time.
Bianca looked between us and smiled. “Come in. I’m just finishing off dinner.”
Bane gave me a heated look as he ushered me inside, shutting the door behind me. He toed off his shoes, and I did the same, my bare feet hitting the warm honey blonde hardwood. He led me through to a kitchen in the same color tone as the wood beneath my bare feet, and I stopped dead when I saw the size of it.
“It’s bigger than my entire apartment,” I whispered to Bane when he asked me what was wrong.
He chuckled. “It’s a large house,” was all he said.
Well, no fucking shit, Bane.
Bianca was working effortlessly in the kitchen, moving from the marble-topped island counter to the eight-burner stove with ease. Honestly, I would have expected a personal chef.
“Where’s my girl?” Bane asked Bianca, and my ears pricked. A surge of jealousy shot through me, but I pushed it down. I had no right to be jealous. He owned a fucking gentlemen’s club. He was surrounded by beautiful women—I’d seen them.
“She should be up from her nap by now,” his sister told him, pulling some tomatoes from the fridge. “You should go and get her.”
