“I just need thirty minutes alone with him,” I tell them.
Bane freezes, and so does everyone else. Eyes blink at me, and I stare them down.
“Fine. But we’re checking on you on the dot,” Ellery says.
My tongue pushes into my cheek. The way I want to stick it out at them. Like a child. That is what I’ve been reduced to.
“I’ll go with him, and I’ll be careful,” Bane reassures them.
As if this man doesn’t saw people in half on the daily and make jewelry from their body parts.
I suppress an eye roll.
“Treat him like the gentleman he is,” Ellery says, and I remind myself to cut into their femoral artery while they sleep.
“Watch them,” I tell Nova, and then add, “Or you will die. Slowly.”
Nova doesn’t bat an eyelash, and I move out of the room, Bane following reluctantly.
When I make it to my room, I shut the door behind him, watching as he bounces around the room, trying to contain his nervous energy.
“What do you want, Georgiy?” The way he says my name makes my heart flutter. He tries to say it like a Russian, but it comes out like a Valley girl. I like it far more than I should.
“I want you to stop being obstinate.”
“I can’t change who I am. And I’m only stubborn when it comes to you. You make me angry. And I don’t like being upset, and you make me…”
I grind my teeth slightly and then begin removing my shirt. One button and then two, my heart thudding in my chest. I need to give him something to keep him.
His words falter and then stop completely, his eyes widening as he takes me in.
“Oh,” he breathes. “Oh, you know my weakness.”
I don’t respond, just continue to take my shirt off, letting the front fall open and down my shoulders as I drag it off. And then I’m in nothing but my pants, my hands trembling lightly at my sides.
Bane doesn’t move, just wets his lips as he takes me in.
I know he’s impulsive, always doing things without thinking, but he’s never tried touching me without permission.
It’s one more reason I loathe that I like him. He’s just so… incredible.
I take a step toward him and then another, my fingers wrapping around his wrist and bringing his hand to my chest. He gasps, that little sigh he gives when he’s content, and then I let go. It’s an invitation. One allowing him to explore.
His fingers curl against me, brushing against my chest hair, and then he steps closer, his pupils blown out, his mouth parting in pants.
“Oh my,” he murmurs as he drags his hand across to my pecs, toying with my nipples, hardening them, making my cock perk up. I don’t like to be touched, but for some reason, this…this is not as terrible as I thought it would be. In fact, it’s…
I pull my lips between my teeth and exhale through my nose.
Blyat.
My cock aches as he drags his hand down my sternum and right to my abdomen.
I hold my breath as his fingers swirl the hair leading to my cock, and as they trace the top of my slacks, I exhale slowly.
“How long do I get to do this?” he asks softly, his eyes meeting mine.
“For as long as you want.”
