Surrender To Me

BANE

What in the actual fuck was I saying? I wanted her to come to dinner with me, but I had to go and fuck it up by bringing business into it? I hadn’t lied when I said I didn’t know how else to do this. I fucking wanted her like I needed the air in my lungs, but ever since I was a kid, my idea of relationships had been fucked up. Somehow Bianca had survived what very little of our father’s lessons in love and devotion showed us, but I had borne the brunt of his lessons.

Along with patricidal modeling, Wren was in my head too, scrambling my thoughts and making shit fucked up.

Looking at her now, covered in dog fur, I shouldn’t be attracted to her. I should head back to the club, call some of my Dolls, and have a fucking orgy off the clock. Screw the no-fucking rule. I needed some pussy, and I needed it now. Since Wren couldn’t-or wouldn’t-give it to me, I’d have to go elsewhere.

But that thought was like a fucking bullet to the chest.

I wanted her and only her.

When the fuck did I become such a pussy?

“Will you come?” I asked harshly.

She nodded, clasping her hands in front of her. “I will.”

Relief flooded me. “Good. I’ll pick you up at six.”

With that, I unlocked the door and strode from her shop. Andy was waiting at the open rear door. I

slid inside the car and let out a breath once the door was shut. I turned to find Wren standing just outside her shop, her brows drawn down like she was trying to figure out a problem. Well, good luck to her because even I didn’t know what the fuck was wrong with me.

Shit. I have to get my head on straight. I was Bane-fucking-Rivera. I never let pussy dictate to me. I never let pussy interfere with my business. What I needed to do was remember who the fuck I was and how I’d gotten here. Mooning over Wren had made me soft.

“Back to the club, sir?” Andy asked.

“Yeah,” I snarled, shifting my raging erection in my pants. I needed a fucking release. Otherwise, I would lose it the next time I laid eyes on Wren. I wouldn’t stop myself, I wouldn’t give a fuck about our stupid one-night-only agreement. I would simply take what I wanted and force her to see things my way. Once I was in her blood, she wouldn’t walk away so easily.

Ten minutes later, we pulled up outside the club, and I got out without waiting for Andy. I opened the door and stepped into the cool darkness, the velvet-smooth wrap of my Dollhouse. Fuck, I hated Mondays. I hated how empty this place felt when it wasn’t filled with women or music. I hated how empty it made me feel too.

Where had that thought come from?

I wasn’t empty. I was fucking fulfilled.

With a growl, I stalked up to my office and poured myself a drink. I didn’t know what the fuck I was going to do now. I couldn’t get a release. I was fucking wired, and nothing was going how it was supposed to. My head jerked up when there was a knock at the door.

Dagger stepped into the room, his blank expression looking tight-if that were even possible. I took one look at his face and shook my head.

“No,” I hissed, slamming back another shot of whisky.

“Two more hits. Simultaneous.”

I curled my free hand into a fist. “Who this time?”

“Rabbit and Red.”

“Fuck.” They were my two best sellers. “Same MO, cash taken, drugs left?”

Dagger grunted. “We need to retaliate, boss. Sitting here with our hands on our dicks is sending the wrong message.”

I moved before I even realized I was doing it. I slammed Dagger against the wall, my forearm against his throat. Pushing my face into his, I hissed, “You think I don’t know that? You think I like sitting here waiting for the next dealer to go down?”

He stared at me with his dead eyes but said nothing that I needed to hear. “Goddammit!” I wrenched myself away from him and began to pace. My fingers turned to claws as they raked through my hair. Could this day seriously get any fucking worse?

“I have a guy we can use,” Dagger said in a low voice. “He’ll find out what’s going on, then dispose of the culprits discreetly.”

“Fucking do it,” I growled, waving him away. We didn’t need to speak of my outburst. Dagger knew what kind of stress I was under. I knew he would understand. He left me after that, left me to stew, left me to turn ideas and possibilities over in my head until I was practically spinning with betrayals.

I couldn’t leave for my sister’s house like this. I was a fucked-up mess. I needed to relax. I

needed to fucking calm down. Picking up my phone, I dialed Kandy.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

“Hey, boss,” she answered, her too-bright voice hurting my ears. It was a good thing she wouldn’t be able to talk with my dick in her mouth. “What do you need?”

“You,” I replied. “My office. Bring a friend, too.” I hung up, went to sit on the leather sofa, and poured myself another drink.

It was twenty minutes later when Kandy strolled into the office with Rachel on her heels. Both of them were wearing short sundresses, which was fucking fine by me. Kandy was the one who approached me first, perching on my knee. I let my gaze travel down her, taking in the swell of her breasts and the taut peaks of her nipples. She was already fucking turned on. I looked over at Rachel, spread my legs a little wider, and tilted my chin, indicating what I wanted.

“Sit on my face, Kandy,” I commanded. The woman clambered up on the high back of the couch, balancing herself there as she dropped her bare pussy onto my waiting mouth.

Rachel unzipped my pants, springing my straining cock. I sucked in a hiss when she wrapped her

lips around it then proceeded to fucking eat Kandy like she was the pussy I wanted to be feasting on. Kandy writhed against my face, her hips flexing and retreating as she fucked my chin and mouth. I swallowed her down, realizing I was blowing past a line here. My Dolls gave me blowjobs only, and I never reciprocated by eating their cunts, but there was this driving need in me.

I wanted this to be Wren.

I wanted this to be Wren’s dripping pussy on my face, so for a few minutes, I would pretend that’s what it was.

Rachel bobbed up and down on my dick, and I reached out a hand blindly, placing it on the top of her head. On the downstroke, I held her against me, grinding into the back of her throat until she gagged. The sensation made me groan, and I eased up a little on her. But only for a moment. I needed that again. Pushing her back, we continued this sick game of asphyxiation until I felt my balls tighten.

Tapping Kandy on the thigh, I indicated for her to stop. “On your knees with Rachel,” I commanded darkly, wiping her juices from my chin. She did as she was told, falling to her knees between my thighs. The pair took turns sucking my dick until I couldn’t take it anymore. Sitting back, I wrapped my hand around my cock and began to pump. I thought about Wren perched between my thighs waiting for me to cum all over her face and tits. The taste on my tongue was Wren’s champagne. The fingers digging into my thighs were Wren’s.

With a roar, I came on the two willing women, who sat with their mouths open and their eyes hungry. I came on them, but in my mind, it was only one woman.

Wren.

When I’d finally wrung the last of my pleasure out, I caressed Rachel’s mouth. “You give good head.”

“Thank you,” she blushed.

“If you ever want to come out from behind the bar, let me know.”