Page 80 of Dance of Thorns

I’m outside, on the roof of Bane’s penthouse. But even though I can see the glow and lights of the city all around me, there’s a heavy, dark structure covering the whole space, keeping it shadowed, dark, and gloomy.

I suddenly realize I’m ahuge, gorgeous, Victorian-style greenhouse.

The glassed-in space is full of huge, leafy, potted trees and plants, giant statues of humans, monsters, and gargoyles, and rows of hedges in planter boxes.

I step out into the glass-in night air with a shiver, wondering if I should go get a sweatshirt. The door clicks shut behind me.

My heart jumps as I whirl and grab the doorknob.

Fuck.

Locked.

The air around me shifts. A black energy creeps over my skin, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I start to turn, shaking a little, looking for the source of my anxiety.

I don’t get the chance.

Because just then, a weight slams heavily into me. I scream, my heart leaping into my throat as I'm shoved against the door. My palms and cheeks press flat to the metal, and the familiar scent of leather and woodsmoke invades my senses.

Strong hands grab mine, keeping them pinned above my head as stubble and lips brush against my earlobe.

“You wanted toplay, little bird?” Bane rasps into my ear. His huge, muscled body leans hard against me, pinning me to the door. His teeth nip at my ear, and I shiver as a needy ache slithers through my core.

“Let's. Fucking. Play.”

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DOVE

I thoughtI knew what adrenaline flooding my system felt like earlier, when he had me bent me over the desk.

When he spanked my ass, and growled into my ear, and promised he’d be fucking me when I least expected it.

When he warned me “Fly away while you still can, little bird.”

I’m fully realizing now that Ishould have fucking listened to him.

Because suddenly, with Bane's full weight pinning me to the locked door and his words still humming in my ears, this all feels morereal.

This isn’t going to end in him fingering me to orgasm. Or even coming on my face, or in my mouth.

This time, he’s not going to stop until he’s tearing me apart.

I shiver as I feel his muscles coil and clench. A hard bulge pulses against my ass, and when the realization hits, dark, malevolent need coils through my center.

It’s his cock—already hard, huge, waiting to pound into me.

My mind flickers back to the night in my carriage house, with Evie sleeping down on the couch.

When Bane woke me up straddling my chest, fisting his dick above my face.

No, not a dick. Not even a cock. The thing between this man’s legs can only be described a fuckingmonster. He’s huge; thick and long. I could barely get my mouth around him, let alone my hand.

Fear ripples through me.

There’s no fuckingwaythat thing is fitting inside me. Not without ripping me in two.

Bane’s mouth dips to my ear, and I gasp sharply when I feel his teeth drag over the flesh.