Bane levels a cold look at me. “Oh, you are. And I think you want to.”
He moves right into my personal space, looming over me as his eyes stab into mine. He lowers his mouth, and I bite back a gasp when his lips brush my ear.
“As much as you want to hate me for it, itexcites you, little bird,” he murmurs right into my ear, sending a ripple up my spine as it snaps rigid. “Knowing I’m going tofuckyou; hard, brutally, without mercy. And we both know you’re going to be begging me for more.”
I laugh coldly. “I highly doubt that.”
Joke's on him: I don’t come.
Ever.
That doesn’t mean I don’t try, of course. See also: my internet history. It doesn’t mean I can’t feel pleasure. But I can’t reach orgasm, never have.
But something tells me this isn’t an issue that Bane is going to remotely concern himself with.
He steps back and leans against the front edge of his desk, his arms folded across his chest. My heart thuds, my skin tingling as his eyes lance into me.
“Are you doing this because I look like her?” I say quietly.
Bane’s eyes narrow. “That would be sick,” he growls.
“Your words.”
Our gazes clash again. I look for the truth in his eyes. But if there’s anything there at all, it’s lost, swirled together with the malevolence and venom.
Bane holds out a pen.
“What if I don’t?” I croak. “Sign, that is?”
He lifts a shoulder. “Then I’d get ready to have some very uncomfortable conversations with just about everyone who thought they knew you.”
Tears bead in the corners of my eyes as I look away.
“You’re a bastard.”
“Andyoutook away the woman I loved,” he spits. “You’ll forgive me if I don’t think we’re evena little biteven. Sign the fucking contract.”
I could hem and haw. I could make more of a stink. I could hit him, or scream, or cause a scene.
But in the end, I know it's useless.
Wordlessly, I grab the pen from his hand and sign on the dotted line. Then I fling the whole folder at him, pure fury on my face.
Bane exhales slowly, glancing at the contract and then closing the folder. Wordlessly, he walks back around to the far side of the desk and sits in his chair.
“It’s time to start.”
I blink quickly. “W-what?”
Bane leans back in his chair. “Strip.”
I stare at him, wide-eyed. “Excuse?—”
“Do you or do you not understand what you just signed.”
My mouth purses. “I do.”
“Good, there’s no confusion. Now, take your clothes off, or I’ll do it for you.”
