BANE: A Devils' Due MC Romance Novel (17 page)

She returned with a cold one, which she immediately offered to me.  My fingers brushed the back of his soft hand as I grabbed the beer.  She cringed a little.  I smiled.  She smiled, too.  She was learning quick.

Then, her hands dashed towards the table where my cigs were laid.  I thought she was gunning for a stick, but instead, she reached for a phone that was left behind the half-empty pack.

“This isn’t yours, right?” she asked as she studied the mobile.

“Nah,” I said.  “I think that belongs to Prez.”  Loco was notoriously known for being a klutz when it came to his phone.  Often, he’d go crazy about his missing mobile, only to discover that he left it lying somewhere in the clubhouse.

Without even waiting for my instructions, Lana left my side once again and approached Loco.  She handed him his phone.  He smiled at him.  I couldn’t exactly hear what he said, but his lips moved clearly enough to let me know what he told her.

“Thanks.  I really have this unfortunate habit of misplacing this fucking piece of shit.”

With a grin that expressed how happy she felt for doing what she did, she returned to me.  Her smile abandoned her face, though, as her eyes met mine.

“Should I... uhm... sit on your lap again?” she asked tepidly.

“Yes, ‘ya should,” I said without even thinking about my answer.  All I knew was that I wanted to feel the soft roundness of her ass pressing down on my thighs.

She did as I ordered.  She wrapped her arm around my neck even without my request.  My face was positioned so close to her neck, and I caught a whiff of her scent that was as fresh as morning.  I wanted to savor her fragrance even more, so much so that my head instinctively approached her.  My mouth gently combed her skin as I tried to smell more of her.  My lips felt the goosebumps that formed on her neck.  She was aroused.

And I was, too.

I decided to test her... to see how much she would resist me.

My mouth pushed further against her neck.  I extended my tongue and savored a few inches of her supple skin. She let out a faint moan that I found so very enticing.  I ran my tongue through the entirety of her neck, and she moaned a little louder, seemingly unmindful of the people who were sitting around us.

My hand slid across her bare thigh, and I caught a glimpse of her lovely face as she closed her eyes.  I continued to lap her neck as my hand glided inside her mini-skirt.  My fingers touched the seams of her underwear.  Were they the same black, laced pair I saw before, I wondered? 

I inserted my fingers inside her panties, feeling the area where her smooth, shapely legs parted.  A shrub of hair greeted me... velvety... satiny... almost feather-like in texture... a testament of her youth...

Her youth...

Fucking hell!  If her good looks and her tight body weren’t enough to give me a perpetual hard-on, the thought of her age would’ve surely made me mad with lust.  She was so young... so fucking young...

The litheness of her skin...

Her features which, though sensual as they were, have yet to fully develop...

The areas of her body untouched and unclaimed by any man, or so I believed....

The tightness of her pussy and how it would squeeze my damn cock as I enter her...

Shit!

Those ideas made me so fucking horny, but they’re not completely free from guilt.  Every damn time I was reminded of her age, I was always hounded by my conscience as if I was doing something gravely wrong... something viler than anything I’ve done before... a certain kind of torment that stung every fiber of my soul...

The shame of it all never ceased to gnaw at me as she wiggled her butt over my legs.

Then, it happened.

Her hand reached for my crotch.  Whether it was inadvertent or not, I would never know, but she managed to feel my cock and, immediately, she knew - without doubt - how much I wanted her.

It was simple touch... a fleeting contact... but it was enough to make my entire body throb with passion.  If she managed to make me feel that way with the slightest graze, what more when I gain access to the entirety of her body.

The guilt never disappeared, but it gave way to a sensation that was more more consuming and powerful... desire.

Savage, unrelenting desire.

I lifted her up and carried her with my arms.  She gave me a surprised look.

“W-What are you doing?” she asked with a tincture of distress in her voice.

“Claiming what’s mine,” I said firmly.  I didn’t wait for her to react.  I immediately brought her across the crowded lobby, amidst my brothers’ revelry, and into the hallway that led to my room.

Once inside, I closed the door and locked it. 

She expected me to put her down, or to lie her in bed.  I didn’t do that.  Instead, I tilted her in my arms until her legs were spread, supported by my hands as I continued to carry her.  Whether it was out of the same kind of passion I felt or an instinctive act to save her from falling, she wrapped her arms around my neck, drawing her face closer to mine.

Her eyes were wide open.  Her mouth was agape.  I could feel her breath, rapidly escaping her body and slithering all over mine with bewitching warmth.  Her heart was pounding just as fast... I could sense it... I could hear it...

And I couldn’t control myself any longer.  Fuck guilt!

I kissed her.

With feral fervor, I kissed her.  I never thought of anything else.  Just her soft, tepid lips and how much I wanted to taste them.  I kissed her with so much ardor and with so much force that her head retreated a bit, shocked, perhaps, by my assertive charge. 

But her lips never abandoned mine.

She actually kissed me back.  With some reservation, maybe, but still... she reciprocated my show of affection.

Our lips locked, our tongues clashed, and I supped every ounce of her slaver... mildly snug, mellow, and sweet.

I was strong enough to carry her with one hand, freeing the other to unzip my fly and pull down my pants and my briefs.  Then, I ripped off her panties and threw them on the floor, much to her shock.  At that moment, I didn’t care.  I could always buy her a new pair tomorrow.

My fingers rubbed her cunt.  She wasn’t wet as I thought she would be.  I looked at her.  He eyes held a trace of uneasiness.  She was still holding on to her inhibitions, a consequence of her young age. 

“I got ‘ya, kid,” I told her as lovingly as I could.

She nodded.

I spat on my fingers and rubbed them over her pussy, wetting the area for what I had in mind.  She groaned as I passed through her slit.  Her cunt began to swell as I continued to stroke her clit.  Then, her juices started to flow.  She was ready.

I held my cock, pulsating with exhilarated anticipation, and positioned it on her opening. 

Her weight did the rest.

Swiftly, my dick slid inside her and she screamed... traumatized by the pain and roused by the pleasure.  I lifted her butt before her dropping her again, and my cock penetrated once more.  And once again, she yelled in agony and bliss... before her shriek settled into a wail.  I repeated the motion over and over, faster and faster with every turn, and her body began to shiver with nervous delight.  She hooked her legs around my waist, locking her ankles and pulling my hips closer to her cunt.

She liked it.

I continued to kiss her, licking her ear and her neck and her shoulder from time to time, as I pumped my dick deeper into her pussy... feeling all of her... the softness of her walls... the  denseness of her hole... the purity of her youth...

Desecrating her innocence was a delectable sin... a wrong that felt so right... a transgression that I was so much willing to be punished for.

I was inside her.  I was fucking her.  She was mine.

And nothing else mattered.

Her body stiffened after a minute or so, and she let out a loud moan.  I didn’t stop.  I proceeded to pound her like it was the only chance I had of making love to her.

She came again.  And again after that.  Thrice in a row, and she never stopped moaning.

Soon enough, I came as well, shooting my man juice inside her cunt with an explosion that rocked my entire body.  It was a fucking amazing climax that actually left my knees trembling and weak, so much so that I had to put her down on the floor for fear that I might drop her.

As her feet slowly touched the ground, I looked at her creamy thighs, expecting my juice to dribble down to her knees.

It did.

And so did something else.

“Shit!” I exclaimed.  “Ye’re fuckin’ bleedin’!”

She didn’t answer.  Instead, she tipped her head to one side, as if she was ashamed about it.

I sat on the edge of the bed as she stood restlessly before me.  I wanted to reassure her that she had nothing to be worried about... that being her first actually made me realize how delicate she really was... like a beautiful dew on a petal that I didn’t want to mess up.  But I didn’t know, exactly, how to show her what I felt.

She folded her arms over her breasts as she turned towards the wall, hiding her front from my sight.

I didn’t want to see her that troubled.

I removed my kutte and ran it across her thighs, wiping the blood off her skin.  At that moment, I never thought of the meaning that my vest, and the patches that adorned it, meant.  It wasn’t the first time that its leathery surface would be traced with blood.  I could always wash it away come the morrow.

She took a step back, at first, shocked by my act.  I held her buttocks firmly to prevent her from receding any further. She bit her lip as she watched me expunge the last bead of red that tainted her legs.

I stood up and joined her.  I caressed her shoulders and pecked her nape.

“Don’t worry ‘bout nothin’, kid,” I whispered.  “Like I said... I got ‘ya.”

Her hand reached for mine.  She nuzzled my fingers with hers.

And I knew.

At that instance, I knew.

Without question, I knew.

She was a young girl, a fragile creature in a dangerous world, a woman who has won my heart... and I would never allow anything to harm her.

That, or I’d die trying.

Her hands flung around my neck that morning, on my bike as I brought her to school. She wasn't resting her head on my back like she usually did. I looked behind my shoulders and saw her smiling. Her eyes were closed as she was savoring the wind blowing against her face.