Death Layer (The Depraved Club)

by Celia Loren

  My adrenaline pump slows to a normal speed, and I become more aware of my surroundings. The crowd is mostly cheering, seemingly pleased with the unlikely surprise of Bane’s victory. They start to chant, “Beast, Beast, Beast!”

  One of the bouncers lifts Bane to his feet and forces him to hold a fist in the air, a stance of triumph. Bane spits on the ground, still breathing hard, and squints into the lights.

  Jack, who is standing a few feet down from me, takes a sweeping look at the flushed, worshipful, delirious faces of the audience. It’s mostly well dressed, drunk or tripped-out men, clients; a few hard-faced women who look like clients too, a few naked women who look like slaves. Jack’s avaricious eyes pretty much turn into cartoon dollar signs as he studies them all, rubbing his chin. A group of impeccably-dressed men sitting in a row of roped-off seats nod at Jack from across the arena.

  “They love him,” he admits to the Sergeant at Arms beside him. “I’ll be damned. Guess that’ll have to be all the blood we get for today.”

  Jack signals to the bouncers to release Bane.

  He’s free!

  “Bane,” I whisper. “Bane! You’ve won!”

  I rip myself out of Judge Jefferson’s hands and bolt for the gate to the ring. It’s open, and Bane and the bouncer have just turned towards it. I’m racing through before I let myself think about it, the sand crunching under my bare feet as I hurl myself into Bane.

  Colliding with his bare, hard body, I feel my legs spring up off the ground and wrap around his waist like a vine. His arms reflexively wrap around my hips, clutching me to him. I dig my fingers in his hair, pulling his head down, and for the first time I bury my lips into his. I taste his mouth, his sweat. His scent almost drowns me, the sensation of his kiss filling my entire body.

  The seal is broken. The sweet taste of his mouth makes my heart hammer, and when his lips part and his tongue launches under mine I feel an explosion of fire between my legs. He wraps around me, our tongues heavy and sensuous, and I forget the noise of the cheering crowd and the heat of the floodlights.

  Too soon, Bane pulls his head back. His pupils are dilated, his breath jagged. He laughs softly under his breath.

  “So Ava,” he says, “How ‘bout you and me take this upstairs?”

  Chapter Fifteen

  Jenny is soundly asleep on the floor next to Bane’s bed, breathing steadily, and Meat Grinder is long gone. Locking his bedroom door behind us, Bane lifts me off my feet and sweeps me into the bathroom. He shuts and locks that door too, for good measure, before setting me down.

  He presses a burning kiss on my neck, another on my throat. His fingers slide over the small of my back, pressing me into him as he rounds his hands over my ass. His fingers flex and clutch at my flesh, hard, rolling it in his hands. A guttural groan escapes from his lips.

  “God, Ava,” he says, “It feels like I’ve wanted you for forever.”

  His hands on my ass shove my pelvis firmly against his, and I feel his hips straining toward me. He’s already got a healthy erection that I can feel growing every second. My eyes widen and he chuckles.

  “Feel what you do to me?” he whispers. “I’m gonna have to get you back for that.”

  He smiles as he gives his hips a little roll, rubbing the length of his shaft against my pubic bone. Even through our clothes I can feel the friction and heat working over my clit, and have to dig my fingers into Bane’s arms to keep my legs from buckling.

  “Oh my god,” I moan, “Yes, please do.”

  “I’m gonna fuck you, baby.”

  “Yes.”

  Old Ava would say this is foolish, reckless, and insane. But Old Ava doesn’t know what she’s talking about. Old Ava was never trafficked, protected, or saved from certain death. Old Ava never had a man fight for her, kill for her, risk his life for her.

  “God, Bane,” I moan, “I need you.”

  He presses his erection against me even harder, the pressure building to a nuclear reaction between us. He closes his mouth over mine, biting gently on my lips with his teeth before his tongue digs urgently under mine. One of his hands slides up my back and cradles my head, holding me steady while his tongue plunders my mouth. It’s so intense and I can’t pull back; his arms hold me hostage.

  The heat builds up on our lips as the kiss deepens and grows more sensual. I’m having trouble breathing as my nerve endings scream all the way to the tips of my nipples and down to my toes. An uncontrollable groan escapes my throat. Bane grunts in answer and breaks the kiss enough to move his hand from the nape of my neck to my breast.

  His fingers singe me through my clothes. Holding my hips against his, Bane rushes me back until we slam against the tile wall of the shower. His hands impatiently push up under my dress until his thumbs are rolling over my nipples, the rough touch of his callused hands rubbing them into sensitive peaks. I can feel wetness spreading between my legs, and crazed pleasure building up. Bane pinches almost painfully on my nipples and rolls his tongue deep in my mouth.

  “Oh god…” I moan.

  The pleasurable pain, his hot lips, and the crushing pressure of his erection against my clit make me writhe in ecstasy.

  “Wow,” he breathes, pulling back. “You’re fucking fire. Better than I pictured. And I pictured this a lot. A lot, a lot.”

  “I’m not gonna lie, Bane, I did too. I wanted you before, but now I need you.”

  I lean in to kiss him again but he shoves me against the wall, away from him. His grin takes on a predatory quirk.

  “I know what you need.”

  Gripping my hips on either side with his hands, Bane presses me against the shower wall and sinks to his knees in front of me. My dress is already bunched up around my waist, and I remember belatedly that I’m not wearing any underwear.

  His mouth is on my inner thigh, tracing a path of kisses to my clit.

  “Mmmm…” I moan.

  The tip of his tongue spreads my tender flesh apart, fire sears through my body and I almost jump out of my skin as he licks firmly at my clit. He moans into me, wrestling my hips still again and relentlessly running his tongue slowly up and down, forward and back over my clit. The wet sounds of his mouth against my pussy driving me wild.

  “Holy shit,” I groan. “That feels so fucking good…don’t stop…”

  He works up to a steady rhythm, each lap of his tongue intensifying the violent pleasure and desperate need building inside me. He’s taking his time, like he’s drinking me. My eyes roll closed and my breath comes in jagged gasps. I’m lost in every movement of his tongue, curling my fingers in his hair and moaning with each lick as warmth spreads from my clit and melts through my legs. His tongue starts moving in circles, teasing me, and I laugh as I look down at him. He’s watching me, eyes twinkling mischievously.

  “You taste like heaven,” he says.

  “That feels so good, Bane—” I moan.

  I can hardly finish saying his name, though, before he moves one hand between my legs and starts to stroke me intimately, sliding his fingers along the wet lips of my pussy. His tongue increases speed just as he pushes inside me with his fingers, finger-fucking me and eating me out at the same time. The combined pressure and stroking spiral through me like fireworks.

  “Oh god!” I wail.

  He never lets up, accelerating his speed and increasing the pressure of his fingers and tongue until I lose myself. I’m moaning and grabbing at the walls for balance as a slow-rolling orgasm builds and builds through me, tingling through my limbs and intensifying to a fever pitch until I erupt like a volcano.

  “Bane! Right there, baby! Right there!”

  He pushes his finger further up, covering me with his tongue as I buck and gasp into him, my mind and body fragmenting into tiny pieces of passionate frenzy. My vision goes white and my body feels weightless. When I come back to earth I’m still sizzling, and I can still feel Bane’s strong hands caressing me.

  “You’re so fucking hot,” he moans, pushing up to his feet.
“I could lick your pussy all day, you turn me on so much. Feel.”

  He grabs my hand and wraps it around his cock, guiding me to rub him as his other hand continues to stroke the throbbing, wet slit between my legs.

  “Once I get you to Canada, maybe I will…” he whispers. “Maybe I’ll just handcuff you to my bed and eat you out to my heart’s content. I want days and weeks alone with you, Ava.”

  He takes a step back, lancing me with his intense eyes. His eyes tell me everything he’s thinking, everything I want to know, and a shiver of fresh anticipation and desire works through my body from spine to skin.

  “Let’s just worry about right now,” I say. “I want to make you cum.”

  “Is that all you want?” He grins at me wickedly.

  My heart is still pounding from my orgasm, and something more; thing is, I still can’t say that I’m not afraid of him. I’ve seen him with other women. He’s an outlaw biker. I’ve just watched him kill two men with his bare hands. I know he’s being sweet to me and I know I am crazy about him, but deep down I’m frightened by him.

  Bane licks his lips and traces his eyes along my figure.

  “Take off that dress,” he orders. “I want to see you.”

  I hesitate for a fraction of a second, suddenly insecure. My hands tremble as I reach for the lacy hem that’s now bunched up around my waist.

  “Hey beautiful.” Bane’s fingers cup my chin and tilt my eyes back into his. As he stares me down, I feel his hand slip between my legs again and he drives his fingers up inside me. My breath hitches. “Don’t be shy with me. I want all of this,” he murmurs. “All of you. Is that alright?”

  “Yes.”

  “Ava, look me in the eye and tell me. Please, baby. I need to know you want me.”

  “I do, Bane.”

  I see something new in his eyes, something I recognize because I feel it too: uncertainty. He’s really asking me. He kisses me now, deep and yearning. His free hand closes around my breast again, cupping and squeezing me. It’s almost more than I can take.

  “Yes,” I moan.

  I place my palms on his cheeks and pull his face closer to mine, holding him so our lips just barely brush against each other. Feeling his fingers inside me, his breath on my face, I whisper, “I want all of you, Bane. I want to be with you.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes.” I moan. “Yes, Bane, for fuck’s sake…shut up and fuck me.”

  A free, open grin darts wickedly across his face. “Yes ma’am! That’s what I wanted to hear.”

  He takes a step back from me and slips his boxers off, stepping out of them and kicking them away. He’s naked, just like the first time we met. Only this time, it’s all mine: the killer and the lover, the tattoos and the testosterone. He’s big and cut and fucking sexier than anyone I’ve ever seen in my entire life.

  “Take it off,” he repeats.

  Trembling under his lascivious gaze, I obey. He’s enjoying watching me, which turns me on all over again. Bane sucks his breath in as my breasts bounce free of my dress. Biting his lip, he raises a hand to his cock and begins to stroke himself until he hardens even more. I can’t believe the size of him, the confident hedonism in the way he moves and watches me. His smile is broad as I finally lift the dress overhead and toss it away over the edge of the shower.

  I’m totally naked. I can almost feel his gaze like a physical touch as he slowly rakes his eyes up from my ankles, along my calves and thighs. Bane grabs a condom out of his jeans and rolls the rubber down over his cock. He groans as his eyes travel over my bikini line and up my belly to my breasts, finally locking eyes with me.

  “You’re my kind of woman,” he murmurs. “Soft and sexy and curvy and wet and fucking exactly my type.”

  “Wet?”

  With a devilish chuckle, he flicks the faucet and sends a warm stream of water cascading over us from the showerhead. I splutter and open my mouth to laugh but before I can make a sound, I feel Bane’s mouth closing over mine. His smooth, hard body wraps around me, pulling me into his arms. Our skin melds together, slickened and cleaned by the water. He kisses me passionately, deeply, leaning me against the tile wall and opening my legs.

  Suddenly I feel his cock sliding between my legs, until the head presses into my opening. He pauses, drawing his hands down over my breasts. The water is steaming up the glass shower door and I can feel the sensation of heat and mist and water and Bane on every pore of my skin.

  “I want you to be mine, Ava. Say you’re mine.”

  “Does that make you mine too?”

  “Don’t toy with me.”

  Tilting his head back, he cups my face. His eyes bore into me again, flickering with meaning as he thrusts slowly, entering me for the first time.

  “Holy shit!” I cry, panting, arcing my back into him. He’s big. It’s not that it hurts, but I have seriously never fathomed feeling this full and thoroughly fucked—so fast. He sighs as he reaches his limit inside me and we stare at each other.

  “Yes,” he says, kissing my temple. “It makes me yours, too. If you’ll have me.”

  He pulls out, leaving the head in, and then thrusts back a little faster.

  “Jesus,” I moan.

  “You ok baby?”

  “Yes, Bane, I’m—oh god!”

  He’s building up to a steady rocking, in and out, and I feel each movement of his hips and his cock inside me with hypersensitivity. Water is trickling between our slick naked bodies, lubricating each thrust. It’s like every cell of my body is awake for the first time, and horny as hell.

  “You like that?” Bane grunts, jamming into me harder. “Yeah?”

  I can feel his cock ramming up my inner walls and pressuring my g-spot. His hand is still on my breast, squeezing, and the other holds my hip as a guide, angling our bodies together. He begins to move his hips rapidly, thrust after thrust slamming into me and building a fire in my core.

  “Yes…” I moan. “You feel so good.”

  “Oh yeah, baby.” His eyes close as if in a trance. He pushes harder, his cock taking over my body and driving me over the edge of euphoria again. I’m onto my second orgasm, and I almost feel like he’s fucking me up all the way into my ribcage, through my brain, right into my soul. My body has come apart, my world has come apart, and Bane’s putting it all back together again in a new shape.

  “Oh, god!” I moan. My scalp and fingers are tingling. “Yes!”

  “Oh, Ava!”

  “Bane! Harder! Right there.”

  “Yeah. Fuck. Yes.”

  “Yes!”

  “Oh baby, I’m gonna cum.”

  His voice breaks off in a stifled moan and he arcs his neck down so that he can kiss my mouth. His thrusts reach a frenzied climax until his body tenses and contracts. I feel his cock shudder inside me, and glowing warmth of his cum. With a gasp, he rips me away from the wall and crushes me to him in a powerful hold. His pulse is thundering through his body so intensely that I can feel it in my cheek against his chest. His arms are trembling around me.

  “Ava,” he groans. “Oh my god, Ava.”

  I feel his lips brush my forehead and turn my face up to his. His kisses cover my eyelids. We stand there in the shower, holding each other, as our breathing slows to a more normal rate.

  “Fuck,” I murmur. “Bane, that was…I…”

  I swallow, catching myself. I can’t give myself away too much.

  Bane squeezes me reassuringly, gently pulling his cock out.

  “I would have died for you, baby,” he murmurs. “But I’m awful glad I lived long enough to fuck you.”

  I laugh out loud until I snort, covering my mouth in an attempt at dignity. But I snort again, which starts Bane chuckling too.

  “What?” He grunts

  I’m having trouble catching my breath. “Nothing,” I manage, before cracking up again. “It’s just—” I catch a puzzled look on his face which makes me lose it again. “Sorry, it’s just that’s actually the most rom
antic thing anyone has ever said to me.”

  He gives me a level, serious look. “Really? That’s pathetic.”

  “I know.” And we burst out laughing.

  Chapter Sixteen

  “Rise and shine,” Bane murmurs. “I sure as hell am.”

  My eyelids flutter open and my senses become aware of the warm, solid weight of man pressed against my side. We are lying over the covers in his bed, naked. Jenny seems well enough after yesterday’s surgery, curled up on a doggy bed in the corner, dozing. Morning light is spilling in through the window in the bathroom, casting a beam over the foot of the bed.

  Bane wraps his arms around my waist and turns me towards him, the lengths of our bodies pressing together as he brushes his lips against mine.

  “Morning Ava,” he grunts.

  I turn to melt into him, letting my tongue flicker into his mouth, and as I shift my body closer I feel his erection pressing into my thigh.

  “Well hello there,” I grin. “Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”

  “I don’t have any pockets. But maybe you have somewhere I can stick my gun?”

  He wrestles me down with a growl, his fingers finding and stroking my pussy. I’m giggling, can’t help it. He kisses me, making it impossible to laugh. I can feel the yearning in his kiss and my own body responds, firing all cylinders instantly. As our kiss deepens his hand is stroking me, teasing my clit.

  The warmth and friction are making me crazy and I don’t have the stamina to play hard to get. I moan and arc my back, pressing into his hand, and his breath catches.

  “Come here.”

  Clutching my hips firmly and kissing me deeply, he pulls me over him until I am straddling. He grabs a condom from the bedside table, rips the foil and rolls it down his length.

  “Ride me,” he whispers.

  He kisses my mouth and traces his hand down my throat to my breasts, fondling. The touch sends a swirl of heat to my sex. His hand travels further south, tracing the skin over my belly until he reaches between my legs and strokes and guides me until I am spread over his cock.