BANE: A Devils' Due MC Romance Novel

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This eBook contains profanities, extreme violence, very dark situations, and graphic portrayal of sex.  It is not intended for readers below 18 years of age

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The names and likenesses of the characters mentioned in this work, save for popular culture personalities referenced from time to time, are purely fictional. Similarities with real individuals, living or otherwise, are completely unintended.

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

Chapter One: Of Rats And Men

Chapter Two: The Anguish Of New Beginnings

Chapter Three: The Enemy Of My Enemy

Chapter Four: A Turn Most Uncanny

Chapter Five: Suiting Up And Fitting In

Chapter Six: The Things We Cannot Change

Chapter Seven: The Only Way

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Sneak Peak:

A Town Of Rogues

“Aw fuck!  Not too hard!”

I had to remind her before she broke my nuts.  Her effort was commendable, though.  Most girls go straight for the jugular from the start, grabbing my cock and swallowing it, gliding their wet lips through my shaft until I reach my full erection.

But Carrie... Casie... Canary... whatever the fuck her name is... she took her sweet time in arousing me.  She proceeded to my dick immediately after I lied in bed.  But she didn’t give me a quick blow.  No.  She went further down, licking my balls gently, playing with them inside her mouth as if they were candies she didn’t want to melt.  She got a bit too excited, however, that at one point, she quaffed a little harder than she should’ve.  I felt like my jewels were about to get squished.

She didn’t apologize.  She just gave me a naughty look and smiled as she continued to slurp, licking the base of my bum hole up to the dock of my cock.

She was quite a pro.  She said she was a nurse, but her moves made me doubt that.  I ain’t gonna pay her shit if she’d confess that she was a whore.  I was running low on cash, the club’s hit hard times.  Besides, I never pay for a fuck.  Never!  My company for the night... that’s enough compensation for bitches like her who’re lucky enough to be with me.

She finally gave me a head and it was glorious.  Some girls could only swallow half my dick.  They’d gag if they’d suck the entire thing, they said.  But this brunette?  She made Linda Lovelace look like a damn amateur!  Sloppy, deep and full... just the way I liked it.  I crossed my arms behind my head and enjoyed her
service
.  I found myself smiling.  It was a great way to unwind, to clear my head before beginning the task I was supposed to do.  The past forty-eight hours have been very stressful, to say the least.  Her splendid blowjob was a great way to calm my nerves.

She stopped after ten minutes or so.  She gave me a puppy dog look that begged for some lovin.’  Oh great!  She wanted to be pleased.  I wanted more of what she was doing, but I guess it was my turn now.  A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do.

I grabbed her waist, pausing a bit to admire her perfectly round breasts.  They were quite big considering her small frame.  I carried her up and dropped her on the bed.  She screamed with delight, thrilled by the ride and surprised by my show of strength.  I went on top of her and she immediately wrapped her skinny legs over my buttocks.

She was as wet as Riddle Lake!  I was willing to bet that her juices were dripping down her thighs.

My cock penetrated her so easily.  I wasn’t even looking for her pussy.  Junior just slid there automatically.  She was
that
ready.

But she wasn’t ready for how big it truly was.

She let out a very loud moan as soon as I was inside her.  The first penetration bore deep.  Her pained expression screamed of agony and pleasure.

“Oh God!” she yelled.  “That feels so fucking good!”

“Bet ‘yer scraggy ass it does, darlin’!” I told her with a smirk.

“Fuck me, Bane... oh please... fuck me...”

Yup.  That’s my name. 
Bane
.  It’s not the name I was born with... it’s not the name written on my birth certificate.  It’s the name I chose for the road when I earned my patch.  Sometimes, though, I wondered... was it menacing enough to make people cringe once they hear it?  Bane does sound like
pain
, or
disdain
, or to a certain extent, even
maim
.  But it also sounds like
vain
,
tame
, or worse,
lame
.  Bullocks!  In my time,
bane
was one of the vilest word in existence.  They’d hear my name and they’d immediately think that a biblical plague was upon them.

But kids these days?  They don’t even know what the word means.  I blame the fucking internet.  They’re familiar with all these god awful acronyms like
LOL, WTF, STFU
, whatever... but they can’t even define a simple word like
bane
.

I started to pound her.  Roughly.  With forceful thrusts that made her wail even louder.  I wanted to break her, to make her walk with a limp the next morning.  I was that fucking horny.

Or was I?

Maybe, I was just
that
desperate for a release.

Soon, she was squealing like a pig being slaughtered.  It sounded like Bumbux’s farts.  I stifled a laugh so as not to ruin the mood, but the sound she was making... if was so fucking funny!  Even porn stars don’t howl like that.  It made me wonder... was mine really
that
big?  Was I really
that
good?  Or was she just too eager to show - or pretend - that I please her?

It didn’t matter.

I wanted a good lay.  She could scream all she wanted.  She could wake up the people in the other rooms of this rundown motel for all I cared.  I was gonna fuck her brains out, and there’s no damn thing anyone could do about it. 

I could do anything I wanted in this town and no one would dare stand in my way.  My club owned this joint.  We are gods here.  And I was reaping the benefits of my patch and the colors inked on my back.

Her body began to stiffen.  Her legs began to shiver.  Goosebumps formed all over her skin.  She raked her nails down my back, leaving marks that would surely sting in the morning.  And, though I thought it was impossible, the slut wailed even louder... so loud that her shrieks would’ve echoed to the next state.

“I’m... I’m... I’m coming,” she struggled to say.  She didn’t have to.  It was obvious, with the way her body was responding.  She started twitching all over, into violent seizures that could easily be mistaken as an epileptic attack were it not for the warm liquid that squirted from her cunt.

She came for what seemed like an eternity.  My hips got numb with all that pumping.  There were times when I thought she was done, but she just kept on climaxing.  Her toes locked together, trapping my midsection between her legs.  She didn’t want to let me go.

As her moans settled down, I allowed my greed to take over.  Hell, she was a sexy bitch!  Pretty, but not stunning, though good enough to fuck face-to-face.  I kept banging until my cock summoned enough seed for one violent explosion.  Once they came knockin’, I hurriedly withdrew and stood in front of her.  I grabbed her hair and yanked her head towards my waiting dick.  I didn’t have to tell her what to do.  She opened her mouth and welcomed my jizz.

She sealed my cock with her lips as I erupted, grunting in bliss as I deposited my spunk.  I thought she’d just play with it between her gums.  But she let it slide down her throat and she never spat it out.

Good girl.

Real pro, I told ‘ya.

I playfully patted her cheek and caressed her hair.  She looked at me with eyes filled with despairing questions. 
Was I good?  Did I please you?  Will you remember me?  Can we do this again? 
She didn’t have to blurt them out.  I knew what she was thinking.  They all wanted to know the same thing after getting a taste of me.

And like with everyone who came before her, I just replied with a grin.

I turned towards the bathroom door to grab a towel.  l wiped the sweat off my body.  She stayed in bed, pulling up the sheets to cover her luscious form.  When I was about to get back, however, I saw her staring at me with wide-eyed shock.

“My tats?” I asked.  “‘Ya know what they stand for, right?  Everyone in town does.”

“No, not your tattoos,” she mumbled, still in a daze.

“What then?”

“Your... scars... you’ve got lots of scars on your body...”

I guessed she considered fourteen a little too many for her liking.  Each scar has its own story to tell, none of which is pleasant.  I didn’t have the time to share them with her.  I won’t be seeing her again anytime soon, anyway.

“Battle trophies, babe,” I told her instead. 

“I recognize some of them.  Stab wounds, right?”  Her remark made me think twice about doubting her.  Maybe she wasn’t lying.  Maybe she was really a nurse.  “But the large one, near your ribs... it’s too big... too long... to be caused by a knife.”

Oh shit!  She noticed that too?  I wasn’t in the mood to talk about it.  I’m never in the mood to talk about it.

Before I could turn her away, however, my phone beeped.

I dashed to where my pants were hanging and reached for my mobile.  It was a text.  From Trevor.

It’s time.

Fucking finally!

“Get dressed, Charice,” I told her. “Party’s over.”

“What?  So soon?  Why?” She looked like a little girl whose trip to Disneyland was suddenly cancelled.

“Business before pleasure, darlin’, and right now, business is callin.’”

“Okay,” she replied sullenly.  “By the way, my name’s Clarette.”

“Ah, yes, of course, it is,” I said, though I never really cared.

I passed by the reception desk to surrender the keys.  Chartelle, Charlotte, Char... yeah... that girl who just swallowed my cum... she went ahead, fuming mad as she left the room before I could even put on my briefs.

Peterson - that’s his last name and I always called him that because I never bothered to ask what his first name is - emerged from the room behind the counter after I rang the bell.  He had a wide smile plastered in the middle of the whitening stubbles on his old face.

“She’s a hot one,” he mentioned impishly.

I grunted at his attempt to engage me in some small talk.  “She’s alright.  Not the prettiest I’ve seen, and her ass is a lil’ flat for my taste, but she’s alright.”

“Yeah, she’s quite different from your type,” Peterson agreed.  I’ve been checking in at his motel quite regularly - twice or thrice a week, at the average - and he has always seen me with a different broad every time I visited his place.  I couldn’t blame him for guessing the kind of pussy that gives me a boner, but his intrusive gesture was hardly appreciated.