BANE: A Devils' Due MC Romance Novel (19 page)

She winced in pain as soon as my cock entered her pussy, just like last night when I claimed her innocence. She tried her best not to show it, though. She didn't make a sound. She bit her lower lips - a sight which made my erection even harder - to muffle her groan.

This was unexpected... I thought it would be easier for her the second time around.

I was on top of her, and we were both as naked as the day we were born... though both events were decades apart. Maybe it was my weight... maybe her delicate frame was being crushed by my bigger body.

I elevated my hips, supporting my midsection with my hips. Then I entered her again. She still grimaced. It wasn't my weight.

"Too painful, kid?" I asked her.

"Y-Yes," she replied meekly.

I wanted to whack my fucking head when I realized that maybe... maybe she wasn't ready. I undressed her as soon as I entered the room. I brought her to bed. Then I immediately stuck my dick inside her.

Shit!

Foreplay! Chicks dig foreplay! She did seem drier than yesterday. I was too excited to bang her that I forgot to prep her up.

"Too quick, huh?" I remarked.

She could only nod, careful not to offend me.

"Let's take it slow," I suggested. "Lead me."

Her eyes widened in shock. It was like she was handed the keys to a car she didn't know how to drive.

"Oh, that's right," I said, "’ya ain't...
used
to this... I can be very forgetful sometimes... comes with age."

She smiled. "You're not that old," she told me.

"I'm not?" It was my turn to give her a surprised look.

"Not for me," she added quite shyly.

"Well, okay then... this
not-so-old
man's wondering how he can make this...
experience
... more pleasant for ‘ya. Just tell me what ‘ya want me to do."

She just shrugged, though still with a smile.

"Any ideas? Even small ones?" I pressed for an answer.

"Well..." she mumbled. "You can... you can teach me."

Teach her?

There's something about that thought that made my boner want to explode. It was exciting... enticing... absolutely fucking seductive...

"Teach ‘ya?" I wanted to confirm.

She nodded rather enthusiastically, and my hard-on throbbed with a feverish rush.

Shit! What was I supposed to teach her? I've fucked a thousand women before, but they did most of the work. Well, either that or I just asked them to open their mouths or to spread their legs or to go down on all fours before I pounded them. I don't think she'd like any of that.

She hooked her legs over my hips and brushed my thighs with the soles of her feet. Her head tipped backwards. Her eyes were closed. She let out a soft moan.

She was telling me that she's ready for her
lessons
.

Damn it! How was I supposed to do that? Where should I even begin?

I took a deep breath. I slowly exhaled, taking every second I could find to think about how I should proceed. Then, it dawned on me.
Instinct
. I should rely on my instinct. I should just do whatever the fuck I felt like doing.

And so I buried my mouth into her neck. I nibbled every inch of that area. She moaned a little bit louder. She liked it. I began to lick the space below her ear and she groaned even more. My tongue left a trail of drool that made my lips glide over her skin with sensual smoothness.

"Is this what ‘ya want?" I asked her, whispering my words near her ear.

"Y-Yes," she weakly answered, lost in the surge of pleasure I was giving her.

My head went down to her breasts, swallowing her tender bosoms which were small enough to fit in my mouth. My tongue moved circularly around her nipple, savoring every bit of her creamy flesh I could claim. When it touched the tip, she grunted in bliss, tickled by the sensation of my desire to taste her.

My hand slid across her thigh, upwards to her cunt. She was moist.

"That... That feels so good," she muttered as my finger touched her cunt, gently traversing the line of her clit.

"Does this make ‘ya
horny?
" I hesitated on using that word. I was used to talking dirty, but I knew she wasn't. I didn't know if
horny
was too filthy a description for her.

But she replied.

"Yes. Very."

And I found myself desiring her even more.

I held her hips and turned her over. Her knees kept her buttocks up, in front of my face. She turned her head to look at me, her expression was filled with dueling emotions of apprehension and excitement. I just grinned at her, my way of assuring her that everything will be alright. She turned away from me once more, comforted by the thought that her trust mattered to me.

I paused to admire her butt. The brothers were right. She did have a sweet, sweet ass. Not bulgy, but perfectly round... just the right amount of plump. My palm coursed through the surface of her glorious rear. It was as smooth as porcelain and as soft as a pillow.

I held both cheeks and drew them apart, exposing the pinkish flesh inside her beautiful cunt. She wasn't shaven, but her bush wasn't that thick yet, and her hair was as supple as feather.

Again, my finger run through her slit and she flinched in delight. I repeated the motion and he body began to sway.

I drew my head close to her buns. I spread her cheeks even wider as I extended my tongue. Then I slurped her cunt from behind, from the base of her ass to the top of her clit. She yelled with rapturous joy, failing to contain the surge of delectation that she surely felt.

She yelled. This kid's got the potential to be a screamer. It was a thought that made my erection ever harder.

And so I kept licking her pussy and she continued to wail. Her yowls were wild but restrained, impassioned but reserved... she was trying her best not to lose control. I wanted to tell her that it was alright to let go.

Then, a thought...

What if...

What if I’d test how dirty she could go?

Maybe that would give me an idea on how to help her surrender her remaining inhibitions.

And so I inserted a finger into her bum hole. Her spine instantly straightened as the rest of her body stiffened. She gave me another look, her eyes brimmed with agony and ecstasy.

"Is.. Is that normal?" she wanted to know, as my tongue lapped her cunt and my finger speared her anus.

My smile peeked behind her thighs, and once again, she found solace in knowing that I was still in control of my actions... that everything was part of a plan to please her.

A minute or so of tongue and finger fucking made my cock uncomfortably rigid.
It
needed her, just as much as
I
needed her.

I withdrew my face from her pussy and knelt behind her bent body. I positioned my dick between her legs. I rubbed its tip over her damp cunt, reveling at how slippery the area was. My hands caressed her slim waist. My palms ran from her hips to the skin beneath her breasts. She was a thing of absolute beauty... so small... so fragile... so fresh...

So young...

“I wanna fuck ‘ya forever,” I grunted as I prepared to thrust my dick inside her.

“Uhuh,” was all she could say, the tentative look in her eyes - as if she anticipated an agonizing kind of pain and an crazy kind of pleasure - made me even hornier than I already was.

And so I shoved my cock into her pussy.  One thrust and it was all in.  She was that wet, and I wanted her that much.

She groaned in pain, then tears fell from her pretty eyes.  She was sobbing, though the way her lips were curled told me that the idea of me being inside her thrilled her immensely.

“S-Slower... please...” she begged. 

I wanted to wham my fucking head for forgetting once more that it was just the second time she was being banged.  She wasn’t experienced enough to have a vagina as loose as a hooker’s mouth.

“Yeah... okay,” I replied.

Slowly, as she requested, I pulled out my cock.  Her juices clung to the veins of my shaft as it exited her pussy... and it felt so fucking good!

I found myself desperately longing to get back inside her... and judging from how her ass fidgeted, I had an inkling that she was desiring the same thing.

But before I could reenter her sacred pussy, someone banged at the door.  Loudly.  Incessantly.  Alarmingly.

“Bane!” Pip yelled from the other side.  “Bane, you gotta see this, quick!”

“Shit!” I uttered in frustration and panic.  I got up and hurriedly put on my jeans, forgetting my briefs in the process.  Lana was left in bed as she instinctively reached for the sheets to cover her naked form.  Her face was a picture of disturbance and dread.

I rubbed her back.

“I’m gonna check it out,” I told her.  “‘Ya stay here.  Ye’ll be safe here, I promise.”

She squeezed my hand before I stepped towards the door.

The brothers were gathered at the end of the hallways.  All of them were looking towards the lobby where more of the boys were gathered.

I made my way through, finding Loco standing before a table while holding a white box.  He saw me approaching him.

“Prez... what is it?” I asked, desperately wanting to know.

Loco turned to face me.  His expression didn’t paint a pretty picture... his eyes were brimming with horror and anger and sadness.

“Bane...” he weakly responded.

I looked behind him, my eyes focused on the carton he was carrying.  The lid was removed.  It was open.  White cotton filled the interior... white cotton with a pool of blood at the center.

And there lied an ear, detached from its owner, still freshly bleeding.

“W-Who?” I mumbled my question, barely producing a sound. 

Loco looked into my eyes and I saw his, more sorrowful than before.

“Trevor’s,” he answered with equal faintness.  “They got Trevor.”

Bane asked me not to go to school the following day.
Things were a little edgy
, he said. That, of course, was an understatement. One of their own was captured and mutilated, an appalling turn of events that would only continue until they'd surrender me to the Captolis.

A terrible feeling of guilt devoured my soul. I never wanted anyone to suffer because of me... because of something my father did that I inadvertently inherited.  A pall of gloom haunted the clubhouse that morning. Looking at the patches as they huddled into several small groups revealed how anxious they were.  There was undeniable fear in their voices, a terrible uneasiness in the way they moved. All of them were worried about Trevor. A number of them were mad and craving for retaliation, as was their way.

And some of them blamed me for the travesty that befell their club. That much I was sure of. A few of the members turned their heads to stare at me as if I was the most despicable creature on earth. I could only bow my head in shame.

The girls were all there, too. Their hatred for me never diminished. It may have even intensified given what has happened. Trevor was a well-loved man... the most likable patch in their group. He never deserved to be the
sacrificial lamb
, a term used by their president last night.

A part of me rebelled against the ignominy that crushed my heart. How can they think that I was responsible for what has transpired? My father's betrayal wasn't my sin. I could flee if I chose to, at anytime I wanted. I didn't have to be stuck here with a bunch of virtual strangers and a man who was nothing more than a lover born of convenience.

A
lover.

Was that all he was?

Someone I slept with? Someone I allowed to lay claim to my body? Someone who I permitted to ravage my virginity?

Or was he more than that?

A guardian? A protector? A friend?

A significant other?

Their terms were confusing, their culture was different. He made me his
ol' lady
... but what, exactly, did that mean? A girlfriend? A wife? A possession? Was it all entirely a ruse? Was it an act that developed into something that was a little bit real? Or was the sham a mere excuse to get what his heart coveted?

His
heart...

And, possibly, mine as well?

Did he want more from me? Did I want more from him? Did he expect everything I could offer? Did I feel the same? Does he even love me?

Do I...

Do I love him?

"Kid!" he shouted as he approached me with hurried steps, accompanied by Loco and another guy he previously introduced as Mason. The sound of his voice told me that it wasn't the first time he called for me. I was too lost in my thoughts that I didn't even hear his first attempts to gain my attention.

I looked at him with much apprehension as I feared the worst.

"Prez wants to say somethin'," he informed me.

"Yeah," Loco said. "I know you're all nervous and shit. Don't be. We ain't gonna give you up. You're family now, you're a part of us... and we protect our own."

The president's words left me slack jawed and stunned. I didn't expect such a guarantee to come from him.

"Listen, Lana," Mason added, "we haven't gotten the chance to
bond
- or whatever you call that girly crap - but you're Bane's ol' lady, and we love you just as much as we love Bane."

"B-But... Trevor..." I brought up the matter of their missing brother to know what their plan was.

"We're gonna take 'im back, kid," Bane replied firmly.

"How?" I asked.

"We dunno yet," Loco told me. "Don Vito ain't returning my calls. That old fuck face isn't in the mood to negotiate."

"Shouldn't we just crash their HQ?" Mason suggested.

"And then what?" Loco began to shoot down the idea. "Kill everyone we see until we reach Trev? Jesus! They outnumber us greatly! And that's their turf. They've got every inch of that place covered, expecting us to retaliate. A full-on attack is just a fucking massacre waiting to happen."

"We can go covert," Bane recommended. "Small team. Stealth approach. Talon knows someone from City Hall. We can get the blueprints for that place."

"I don't wanna risk more brothers," Loco turned down Bane's proposal as well. "We don't even know if they're keeping Trevor there. He may be in some warehouse somewhere, for fuck's sake!"

"Then we can pretend that we're pushin' through with what they want," Bane insisted. "Have them meet us tonight at... where again? The scrapyard at Donahue, correct? We can pretend that we're good with the exchange that they want, then we can ambush them there."

"It ain't that easy," Loco reminded him. "We do that, and if we succeed, we'll get Trevor back, yes. But then what? This beef will just get bigger. They'd strike back... wipe us out... drive us away from our territory... lots of possible bad shit. Doing what you're suggesting will only make matters worse, brother. The fact is... this won't end unless we kill them all... or we give up the girl. And trust me... there's just too many of them. We won't be able to eliminate every sons of bitches in their crew."

"Then what're we supposed to do, Prez?" Mason's desperation made his voice crack. "Should we just let them...
disassemble
... our veep until only his ribs remain? Should he just, what? Take one for the team?"

"Christ, Mason, shut the fuck up!" Loco screamed at him. "Let me think about our next step! Motherfucker! Times like this makes my job harder than it should be!" He looked at his watch. "Let's go to the chapel, boys. Time for church."

He and Mason left the table but Bane stayed. He pulled up a chair and sat beside me.

"”Ya okay, kid?" he asked in a hushed tone.

"I'm alright... but Trevor... he shouldn't be suffering like that..."

"We'll find a way to get him back."

"They hate me."

"Who?"

"The girls... your brothers..."

"Nah! Well... the girls, yeah. You know how it is. Bitches gonna bitch," he chuckled at what he thought was a funny line. It was hardly humorous. "But the boys? They don't hate ‘ya, darlin'."

"Some of them blame me for what happened, and they have every right to do so..."

"No one's blamin' ‘ya, kid. They're just concerned about Trevor, s'all."

I wanted to tell him about the angry looks I've been getting, but I didn't want to bother him any more than I already have. He was very worried about his brother... I could tell from the heaviness in his shoulders and the way his handsome eyes drooped downwards, though he was trying his best not to show it. So I just bowed my head to hide my own thoughts.

I felt his strong hand caress my nape.

"’Ya ain't some outsider here," he said. "Ye're family now, and like what Prez told 'ya, we take care of our own. All of us."

I nodded to tell him that I understood.

"Well, I gotta go to church for a bit," he began his farewell. "Stay here. This should be over in thirty... or an hour at most."

He joined the others just outside the door that led to what looked like a makeshift conference room... their chapel as they called it, the place where they held their meetings to decide, as one, on matters that concerned their club. Seeing them together like that made me remember what their brotherhood really meant. They were a closely knit group. They meant so much to each other. It was what made their club special... what my father always raved about while I was growing up...  a group that made them stronger, better.... a community where they were treated as equals... a union that gave their lives more meaning...

And I didn't want to ruin that.

For them.

For my father's memory.

For him.

As my eyes went back to the table, I noticed a mobile phone beside Bane's empty bottle of beer. It was Loco's. He left it. Again. He was right. He did have an unfortunate habit of losing his cell. I grabbed it with the intention of handing it over as soon as their church was done.

But as my hands held the phone, an idea rushed into my head.

What if...

What if it was left there for a reason?

What if fate was actually telling me the answers to the questions that have hounded me since Trevor was abducted?

It was at that moment when I realized what must be done. There was no other way. It must happen. It's the only logical option available.

I swallowed some air as terror began to drown me. It was a choice I didn't want to make... but it was the only choice that made sense. Everything that has transpired were direct results of my father's sin... and though I'm not my father, I am the one who should suffer the consequences. I, alone, and no one else.

It must be done.

But first...

First... I must know something that was very important to me.

One by one, the patches left the chapel. Their faces were all the same, painted with the same kind of despair that they had when they entered. They weren't able to come up with a solution. Trevor's life was still in danger, and slowly, the shroud of hopelessness was starting to blanket their souls.

Bane went straight outside. I was able to follow him with my eyes, thanks to the wide windows that surrounded the walls. He proceeded to a cabin right beside the clubhouse. It could've been a storage room way back when the place was a fire station before the club bought it. The cabin served as a garage for bikes that needed some repairs.