For a second the room spun.
His eyes, still blown black with lust widened fractionally. Recognition, shock then something darker and hungrier.
He didn’t pull out.
Instead his grip on my wrists tightened until I whimpered. “Virgin,” he repeated, voice wrecked. Like the word itself was violence.
Then without another word , he hauled me off the wall. I stumbled but he didn’t let me fall.
He simply scooped me up like I weighed nothing, spun, and threw me onto the bed. The mattress dipped hard under my weight. I tried to scramble back, elbows digging in, heels pushing but he was already there.
Knees on either side of my hips and hands clamping my thighs, wrenching them wide so fast my muscles screamed in protest.
“Bane... wait....”, I started frightened but he didn’t stop. He out of the
