The scaffolding above her collapses as she walks under it, and she never has a chance to scream.
“Let’s go see the proof that I’m not boring,” Bane says, grabbing my hand and hurrying across the street.
I swear, if he was anyone else, he’d be skipping or shaking his butt like a happy little golden retriever. Bane is definitely not a dog, but I have to swallow back my amusement as he drags me along.
A pole is impaled in her skull while her eyes gaze sightlessly, and Bane snaps his fingers with a grin.
“Hola, señora,” he says, too happy as he grabs her hand. “Desafortunadamente, estás muerta. Ven conmigo.”
I have no idea what he’s saying as he zaps us out of Columbia and back to Hell. Bane has me close my eyes while he hands off the woman and my stomach lurches uncomfortably when he takes us somewhere else.
Blinking hard, I decide that he’s fucking with me. He doesn’t actually need a portal each time he needs to go somewhere else I’m learning because he can bounce from country to country. He can also speak any language he needs to in order to communicate with his reaping as well, but he never stops to explain this.
I’m learning everything on the go.
By the fourth trip, I’m getting tired and horny. Watching Bane work has my cock leaking, and I know he can smell myarousal. His nostrils flare from time to time, and finally he groans loudly.
“Little Human, I think that we’ve been working for long enough,” he growls, stalking me until my back is pressed against a brick wall.
We’re currently in a very busy area of New York City, but Bane doesn’t seem to care.
“Have we?” I breathe, looking up at him. God, he’s so gorgeous. His chiseled jaw calls to me, and I rise up onto my toes to kiss along it. “What do you have in mind?”
Bane’s fingers make quick work of my pants, and he yanks them down until my cock pops out. It’s red and angry from rubbing against my jeans. I went without boxers in my hurry to get out the door, and Bane’s lips curl as he drops to his knees.
This isn’t a position I get to see him in often, and I moan as his tongue flattens to lick up the underside of my cock. His lips are covered with a thin layer of hair, and my hands fist to keep myself from grinding against his face for friction.
“I’m going to fuck you so good, like the little slut you are,” Bane groans. “All of New York is scurrying around, living their lives, while I get to fuck my mate.”
“They can’t see?” I ask, my breath hitching as he swallows my cock down. He makes loud, sexy noises as he sucks my dick, his nearly black eyes sparkling with mischief.
Maybe this time, he won’t kill me. And, maybe pigs fly. There’s no way to know how this will go with him.
“Nope. They’ll walk right by, and never know how big of a fucking slut you are for my cock. You want me to fuck you, don’t you? All I’ve smelled for hours is how much you want me.”
“I do,” I whimper, my eyes rolling back as his nails run over my balls lightly. “I shouldn’t think it’s this sexy to watch you work.”
“I get turned on by death, it’s nice to see I’m not the only one.”
My view quickly changes as he grabs me and we disappear to a higher point in the city. I’m standing out on a balcony, looking down at the street from the third floor of a building.
“Did you know that I can kill people other than you while fucking your tight little ass?” Bane growls in my ear, pushing me back down over the railing.
His hands open my ass cheeks so he can spit on my hole, and he uses that as lube to push his thick finger in.
“Do you see the business man yelling at the barista from here?” he asks.
I force myself to open my eyes, and I see the man is indeed losing his shit through the large window.
“Yes. I see,” I whimper.
“Watch what happens when you’re a rude, entitled asshole,” Bane says, removing his finger to eat out my hole.
My jaw slackens with desire as I gasp, and I watch as another man steps out of line and punches him. My moans get louder as I watch. I can hear the sounds of people bustling through the city and horns honking as my cock twitches, and I’m fairly certain there are people working behind me.
None of that matters as the man beating the fuck out of the rude business man lifts a chair and begins to use that to kill him.
“I’m pretty sure he’s dead,” I moan.
