All Chapters of Surrender To Me: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

BANEIt had been thirty hours since Wren finally gave me what I wanted. Thirty hours of me getting fucking hard at work just thinking about her. I was ready to have her again, but the deal we had was one night only, and I had to make her see I was her only choice.I picked up my phone and dialed Bianca.“Don’t tell me you’re canceling,” she said by way of greeting.“Fuck, no, I’m still coming, Bianca.”“Oh,” she replied, stunned. “What’s the reason for the call, then?”“Can’t a brother call his sister more than once a week?”In the background, Valentine started to fuss. I glanced at the clock. It was just after eleven, so she must be getting ready to nap. “You can,” she replied, shushing Valentine softly. “But I guess you caught me by surprise. So, we’re still on?”“Yeah, but I wanted to see if I could bring someone.”There was a long pause before my sister demanded, “Are you seeing someone? You’ve never seen someone. Who is she? What’s her name?”“Pump the breaks, Bianca. Fuck.”“Sor

BANEWhat in the actual fuck was I saying? I wanted her to come to dinner with me, but I had to go and fuck it up by bringing business into it? I hadn’t lied when I said I didn’t know how else to do this. I fucking wanted her like I needed the air in my lungs, but ever since I was a kid, my idea of relationships had been fucked up. Somehow Bianca had survived what very little of our father’s lessons in love and devotion showed us, but I had borne the brunt of his lessons.Along with patricidal modeling, Wren was in my head too, scrambling my thoughts and making shit fucked up.Looking at her now, covered in dog fur, I shouldn’t be attracted to her. I should head back to the club, call some of my Dolls, and have a fucking orgy off the clock. Screw the no-fucking rule. I needed some pussy, and I needed it now. Since Wren couldn’t—or wouldn’t—give it to me, I’d have to go elsewhere.But that thought was like a fucking bullet to the chest.I wanted her and only her.When the fuck did I be

I clutched at his shoulders and bit my lip. Jesus, the filthy words this man says to me will be my undoing. I didn’t answer him. I didn’t know what the answer was. Instead, I reached down between us and stroked the steel length between his legs. He stopped me with a growl on the third stroke. His eyes were foggy with lust, and I liked that I’d put him into that state.He shook his head, pulling my hand free and kissing the tips of my fingers. “If you keep doing that, we won’t go to my sister’s. I’d have Andy take us to my place, so we could play, and then my sister would chew me out for ditching dinner.”Snuggling back into his chest, I watched the street lights of downtown LA flicker into sporadic bursts. I was pushed back into Bane as the car ascended, making switchbacks up a hill.“Where does your sister live?” I asked into the darkness.“Bel Air.” His words rumbled in his chest.Holy fucking shit. The entire family must be loaded. I swallowed. “You grew up here?”He snorted and sh

He handed me my drink, and I took a sip.“Thanks. She fell in love with it, too. So I bought it for her.”I barely covered my mouth in time to stop the beer from spraying everywhere. My eyes bulged as I asked, “You bought it for her?”He watched me as he took a sip from his bottle. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Wren. This is why I wanted to show you another side of my life. You’ve only seen the seedy side… the dirty fucking shit I do. I wanted to show you that there is light to my dark.”I liked Bane’s flavor of dark, but I was starting to get an appreciation of his light too. “I’m not in the habit of taking people at face value,” I replied, taking another sip. “I would’ve found out about this eventually.”Slowly, he walked toward me. When he was standing in front of me, he put his beer on the counter and his hands on either side of my body, locking me into place between his hard body and the equally hard granite digging into my lower back. When he leaned in and placed a swe

I woke up at dawn to Wren wrapped around me, her leg over my leg, her arm across my chest, and her head buried in the crook of my neck. Fuck, she was spectacular. I’d fucked her for hours, not relenting until she gave me all of herself. Once I was sure she had nothing but exhaustion left in her, I’d come with a roar, filling her, marking her, owning her like I’d never done before. She’d mumbled something about birth control and being clean, and I cursed when I realized I’d let another one of my hard rules slide.Fucking a woman bare was never an option. I had no interest in finding out a woman got pregnant by me only to get a fucking hand-out. But Wren…Fuck. I was in deep, and I’d barely known her a week. Scrubbing a hand through my hair, I stared at the ceiling and wondered what it was about her that made me let go of my rules, the things I’d fucking lived by for over thirty years. But as I stared down at her peaceful face, I knew. I was fucking hooked on her.I traced the shape of