Emma was surprised that she wasn’t alone as she stepped into the bathroom. “Dr Walsh?” Emma said as she saw the dark-haired woman from before lifting her eyes in the mirror from her own lips as she was adding more lipstick to meet Emma’s. “Well, hello,” she said, smirking slightly at Emma. Emma caught a glance of herself in the mirror and felt mortified when she realised she looked just as dishevelled as she felt. “I guess James got what he wanted after all,” the woman then said.“Pardon?” Emma asked. Her mind was still not back to normal. Then she realised what this woman implied. “You think I had sex with James?” she said, sounding alarmed.“You didn’t?” “Of course not,” Emma said, making it sound like it was the most disgusting thing she could think of. “I mean, no. No, I didn’t. Why would you think that, Dr Walsh?”“Please, just call me Linda. What else am I supposed to think? James has been obsessing over you since he saw you and now you show up looking like that,” Linda said.
“You don’t get to tell me that. Not after what you said earlier. And when Bane does those things to me, at least he makes me come and makes the earth shake. From what I heard from the other nurses, they were lucky to start getting excited before it was over. Now move before I let Bane and Luke do to you what they are itching to do,” Emma told him. James looked at her with rage. She was half expecting him to come at her. She felt Bane getting ready to make sure James didn’t see a new day. But luckily, James seemed to sense the same. He backed off, and Emma strolled past him without looking at him. She heard Bane’s quiet voice behind her as he passed James.“If you ever lay a finger on her again, I will show you just how much of a criminal I am,” she heard Bane say. A sharp intake of breath followed it. Emma felt Bane’s hand come to rest on her back as he guided her along. She heard James whimper a second time and was about to turn her head to figure out why, when Bane lowered his lips
Bane watched the sleeping Emma. She looked every bit an angel as she lay naked in his arms with her hair billowing in all directions and a serene look on her face. He loved these moments when he could relax and let go of all the masks he wore and all the pretence. He was allowed to adore his angel without limitations. Bane tried not to indulge in moments like these too often. He found that for each time the thought of letting her go was becoming more painful. But tonight, he needed it. He needed to know that she was safe. Bane played with the thought of keeping her with him forever. He could keep her safe, he could make sure she had everything she ever wanted. But she deserved more. She deserved to be with someone she loved, to be happy. If he was less of a bastard, he would have let her go already. But he wanted to keep her, for just a little longer, he thought and eased a strand of her hair from her face. His phone on the nightstand buzzed and he looked down at Emma. She was still s
** TRIGGER WARNING** This chapter will contain discussions about SA and self-harm. Please be kind to yourself if these things trigger you, and move on to the next chapter. Bane had a hard time believing that Emma felt safe with him. From his point of view, he was the one that introduced danger into her life. She should be terrified around him, even if she wasn’t afraid of him as a person. “It’s because of my mother,” Bane told her. He froze, he hadn’t meant to say that. He didn’t talk about his mother, not even with Jax. “Because of how she died?” Emma asked. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t poke at old wounds,” she then said. “It’s okay, angel,” he told her. He picked up her hand that was on his chest and kissed it. He found himself wanting to talk to her about his mother. “She was so different from everyone else in my life when I grew up. My mother was sweet and kind, and she would almost always laugh. She always had time for me and Jax and she would take us on picnics in the garden and
Emma sat in the backseat of the car and could barely keep her eyes open. Last night hadn’t given much room for sleep. But Emma wouldn’t have traded it for all the sleep in the world. The moments she and Bane had shared after he had taken care of James had been profound in a way that Emma never had experienced. It felt like they had connected and forged a bond. Emma didn’t want to delude herself by thinking it was love. That was just her wishful thinking. But it was definitely a strong friendship.“Are you okay, Miss E?” Luke asked from the front seat.“I’m fine, Luke. Just a little tired,” she told him.“Did the boss keep you awake?” Carlos asked.“Carlos! You keep your mind on the road, mister,” Emma huffed. The two men laughed and looked back at her through the rearview mirror. “I would have suggested you sleep a little, but we will be there in two minutes,” Luke then said.“I’ll be fine, but thank you.”Simon had his offices on the twenty-fourth floor. It was the one below the top
A week later and Emma still hadn’t talked to Bane about selling her house. Every time she was about to, she found a reason not to. She had been down to the kitchen to get lunch for her and Bane. Sometimes she liked to do it herself instead of letting one of the maids do it. As she walked back into Bane’s office with a tray, he looked up and gave her one of his half smiles.“Come here, angel. I have something we need to talk about,” he said, holding out his hand. Emma put the tray down and rounded the desk, and let him pull her down onto his lap. “It sounds serious.”“It’s nothing bad. Do you remember the first night we met?” he asked.“It’s hard to forget,” Emma told him with a smile. “I guess you are right. Do you remember when we were talking in my office, you asked what it meant to be my pet, if you would have to sleep in a cage?” Emma laughed at the memory. She had been really worried over that.“I remember.”“I told you that you wouldn’t have to, but I also said that the idea o
Emma swallowed hard before trying to give him an innocent smile.“Nothing,” she said.“Nothing? They look like panties,” Bane told her, strolling towards the bed. Emma placed her phone on the nightstand.“They’re not really panties,” she tried to object as she watched him.“Are you lying to me, angel?”“No, I promise Bane, they aren’t really panties,” Emma told him. She knew she would be in worse trouble if she was caught in a lie.“Mhm. Show me how they’re not panties,” he told her. Emma felt her breathing pickup, and she felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. She slowly turned to face Bane as he stood at the bottom corner of the bed. She looked at him and slowly spread her legs wide. Bane gave her a surprised look, and then his focus shifted as his eyes wandered down over her body to her exposed pussy. Emma saw the hunger in his eyes and she felt her body respond like he had been running his hands all over it. “I see what you mean,” Bane said with a nod. “But I told you to be na
“Not one like that,” she answered, not taking her eyes off the black toy. “So what kind of vibrator have you used?” Emma could hear the amusement in Bane’s voice as he bent down and licked around one of her nipples and then tugged on it with his teeth. She let out a moan and lost focus for a moment.“An egg,” she then confessed.“Did you enjoy it?”“Yes,” she said, and felt herself blush. It was followed by a light chuckle from Bane. “Then you vill love this,” he told her, and Emma heard a light buzzing sound as he turned the vibrator on. He put the tip against Emma’s skin, just below her bellybutton, and a shiver went through her as the soft vibrations travelled over her skin. “Just relax,” Bane told her and bent down and kissed her. He continued kissing her as he dragged the vibrator lower, down over her mound and onto her thighs, bypassing her pussy. One of Emma’s hands was holding on to Bane’s muscular shoulder to anchor her. The other one took a hold of his hand holding the toy
Emma sat at her desk, she had gone through the last of the reports regarding the latest batch of potential new clients. She had selected three that she thought had potential. The rest would get a kind refusal letter, telling them the firm had too much on their plate to take them on as clients, but they could recommend the attached list of accountant firms. Simon’s and her business were blooming. They had stopped looking for new clients as they had their hands full with their existing ones and the ones that asked to join. There was a knock on the door and Tom opened it and came inside.“We need to get going in ten minutes if you want to have time to get ready, Mrs E,” he told her. “Thank you, Tom. Could you make sure that these three potential clients get wetted? I’ll just say bye to Simon and then we can go,” she told him. He nodded and took the folders from her. When Emma had started working from the office, Bane had insisted she needed a bodyguard. Since Tom’s injuries, his wife ha
It was time for Emma to deal with things. She had let Bane keep her in their room, with brief visits to the kitchen and the library, for weeks. She felt much better, especially since Bane had stopped thinking she was too frail for sex. Emma almost felt like her old self again. No, that wasn’t entirely true. She felt like a new and improved version, Emma 2.0. Somehow her time with Walker had given her a little more confidence, and the fact she knew she had Bane and Simon in her life left her with a sense of security that she hadn’t felt since she was a child. It was time she put this new version to the test.“I want to see my aunt and uncle,” she told Bane as they were eating breakfast. Emma had convinced him they should start having their meals in the dining room and not the bedroom. It felt like a good sign that he had agreed. “No.”“You said that it was my decision what happens to them,” she objected.“It is. You will tell me what you want, and I will make it happen. No where in th
Bane looked down at Emma. She was licking his still hard cock clean. She had not let go of his gaze and Bane admired the way the rhinestones sparkled in the soft light. His wicked angel. “On your feet, angel,” he told her, and she gracefully got up. It was evidence of how far along she was in her recovery. She had been right that he was trying to hold back, trying to not acknowledge how much better she was. Because if he did, he would have to let her go out into the world. And that scared the shit out of him. He just wanted her safe. But as he drew her into his embrace, kissing her like he had wanted to kiss her since she woke up, with a scoring heat. He knew he had to give in and let her keep going on with her life. “You have been a really good girl. Time for your reward. On the bed, angel, on your hands and knees,” he told her. He saw the radiant smile that appeared on Emma’s face as she almost skipped over to the bed. She was a needy little angel, he thought as he stripped out of
Emma was slowly healing and getting her strength back. The first days she had been on a strict diet that Linda had ordered. But as the week moved on, she gradually could start eating like normal. Bane made sure she got all her meals and snacks in their room. He also made sure she had dessert with every meal. As he had told her, he didn’t leave their room. He was constantly by her side. If he needed to work, he did so from the armchair by the TV. He helped her to the bathroom, and he helped her to shower whenever she wanted to. There was a constant stream of people coming to visit Emma. She was moved by how most of the men, some she had only met in passing, came by to look in on her. She made it a point to thank each of them for helping to rescue her. Then there was Anna. She made sure to bring Emma’s meals herself and stayed to talk a little. Tom and Luke were almost in the room as much as she and Bane. Luke was looking better by the day as Simon was finally talking to him, even thoug
Emma looked up at Bane with big eyes.“But…,“ she started.“No but. You need to stop doing things that put you in danger, angel. But we will save the punishment for later. Now relax,” he told her, and he savoured the feeling as she made herself comfortable in his arms. Having her back where she belonged felt amazing, like the world suddenly made sense again. Her body felt too angular and thin, and her hair had lost its shine. But he didn’t care. She was back in his arms, in his bed, and he had told her he loved her. Bane still had a hard time believing she loved him back, and she forgave him. He didn’t forgive himself and would spend the rest of his life making it up to her if she would let him. A cold hand clutched his stomach as he remembered he didn’t know what they had done to her. He knew she had been beaten from the pictures. Linda had told him she had seen all the signs of starvation and dehydration. But other than that, Bane had had plenty of time to think about what else they
Bane was looking at Emma and at the spot on the bed next to her, but he didn’t move. Emma looked back at him and wondered what was going on. “Come on,” she said, patting the spot again.“I’ll just sit here,” he told her, heading toward the chair he sat in when she had woken up.“Why? I would like you to sit next to me,” she asked.“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said.“Don’t be silly. Simon was sitting there not five minutes ago. Come on, let’s have a talk,” she told him. Slowly, with hesitant steps, Bane rounded the bed and gently got on it. He watched her to see if she was uncomfortable or in pain. Emma just smiled at him patiently. As he sat down facing her, he took her hands in his and looked intently at them. Emma just let him be. He had something he needed to talk about, and she would give him the time to think it through.“I’m sorry,” he said, looking up at her. That was not what Emma was expecting. “For what?” she asked, genuinely surprised. Bane smiled at her and caressed he
Emma woke up feeling dazed. Her mind was fuzzy, and it took her a minute to remember what had happened. She tensed up as she remembered the small room she had been in the last weeks. Then she realised she was home. No, not home. She was in Bane’s bed. Someone was holding her hand, and she squeezed it to make herself relax. “Emma?” she heard Bane say, and she turned her head towards the sound. Bane had pulled up one of the armchairs next to the bed and was sitting in it, holding her hand. Emma smiled at him and felt herself relax. He looked tired, but he returned her smile.“Hi,” she said, her voice sounded hoarse and dry.“Hi, angel. How are you feeling?” he asked. Emma thought about it. She had a feeling she should be in a lot of pain, but she wasn’t. “Fine, a bit fuzzy, like my brain is wrapped in a soft cloud. And I’m thirsty and I think I’m a little hungry as well,” she told him. Bane reached out with his free hand and stroked her hair. “You are on some heavy pain medication. I
Relief so powerful that it almost felt like a tidal wave flooded his system. That was, until he registered the state of her. She looked so tired, and why did it look like she had lost weight? But in her brilliant blue eyes, he could see hope. Then his focus shifted to the man that was dragging her backwards by the arm. Walker’s son, Bane realised. As Emma was dragged out of his view, Bane turned towards the chaos that was playing out on the ground level. Jax and his men had made progress. They were forcing most of Walker’s men to the right while some of Bane’s men herded the guests and workers to the left. No one was foolish enough to assume the guests and workers were harmless. They all knew that there could be numerous guns, knives and other things hidden amongst them. They would be searched and dealt with when this thing was over.“Found the item,” Bane shouted. Jax, Luke and Tom looked at him and he glanced toward the stairs. They all nodded. There was an effort made to clear the
Bane was sitting in the dark van that was parked in an alley, trying to be invisible, which was hard for a vehicle of its size. Bane had a hard time sitting still. He was bouncing his knee up and down, staring at the com system, willing it to come to life. Jax, that was sitting next to him, gave him an annoyed look. Bane glared back at him. Bane’s temper was not at its best. Three weeks. Fucking three weeks. They had made him wait. If Bane was being fair, which he wasn’t in the mood to be, it hadn’t been Jax’s, Luke’s or Tom’s fault that it had taken three weeks. If they had known where Emma had been held, nothing could have kept him from going after her. But that had been the issue. No one could find where Walker had been keeping her. It had taken Spenser less than three hours to find Emma’s aunt and uncle and drag them back. That had been an entertaining evening, Bane thought. Within thirty minutes of Bane stepping into the same room as Jonas Cobler, he had told Bane everything he k