Banks & Mom's healing

BANKS POV"Were you hurt?" My mother asks for the fourth time since we sat down."No," I all but snap, pulling Eleanor closer against my chest until her sweet scent fills my lungs and the soft curve of her hips is pressed flush against my groin. Eleanor turns her head toward me and pinches the side of my thigh, flashing me a stern glare."You want something?" She squints her eyes. "Talk to her," she whispers under her breath, her narrow gaze making me smile despite myself. I lean down and press a quick kiss to her lips, which results in her hitting my chest playfully, pushing me back a fraction, before turning around to offer my mother an apologetic smile. When she turns back to me, her glare is twice as sharp. With a low breath, I nod. I gently pull on the base of her ponytail until her head rests neatly in the crook of my neck, then I look across at my mother."I wasn't hurt, Mom." I shift my hand to wrap securely around Eleanor's stomach, my other palm resting on her thigh to stro

Morning sex

ELEANOR'S POVThe morning sunlight streams directly onto my face like a burn, forcing me awake. I try to sit up, but I can't move—a heavy, thick arm is wrapped tight around my waist.I can't believe I fell asleep before he even returned from his conversation with his mother. Taking a deep breath, I try to pry his hand off my stomach, but Banks only tightens his grip. He hauls my hips back until my ass is pressed flush against his groin, burying his face into the crook of my neck and pressing a soft, sleepy kiss against my skin."Banks," I whisper."Yes, love?""I need to get up.""No." I take a slow breath, judging by his low, groggy baritone, he’s barely awake."It's morning.""Sleep," he rumbles, pulling me closer to him. With a soft chuckle, I shift to face him. Without a moment's hesitation, his hand slides down to my thigh, hooking it over his hip and he pulls me even closer till our lips are almost touching, his eyes still closed but his breathing has changed. "Banks, st...." M

El punishing Dean

ELEANOR'S POVAs the heavy iron door grinds open, the air shifts immediately into a cold room that smells faintly of copper and sweat, though masked by bleach and air purifier. We take a step into the room and I suck in a breath- It feels less like a room and more like a banks vault but one to bury secrets that can never see the sun."Welcome, Boss! Welcome, Miss!" The sudden, synchronized roar of four armed guards echoes off the low concrete ceiling. The sheer force of their voices makes my breath catch, my heel faltering against the slick, wet floor. Before I can lose my footing, Banks’s broad, warm palm glides securely around my waist. His presence behind me is a towering, unshakeable heat wave, anchoring me against the oppressive gloom of the dungeon."Thank you," I whisper, leaning back into his chest for a fraction of a second as the guard opens a door and we pass through the final heavy security door into absolute darkness. Except for the blinding, surgical glare of a single ov

EPD II

My hand stings. A fierce heat radiating through my palm, but the feeling is intoxicating and the word 'Monster' blurs my sanity. Behind me, I hear the subtle shift of Banks moving out of his relaxed posture, his posture straightening as his dark gaze locks onto me with pure, stunned pride."Insult him one more time, I dare you" I whisper, my voice deadly, smooth, and trembling with fury. The guards surrounding Dean exchange surprise glances with a tiny smile passing between them. They take a collective half-step back into the gloom. They probably didn't expect this from me, neither did Dean whose head is back up an he's glaring cold fire at me."ARE YOU INSANE?!" Dean roars, his bloodied face twisting into pure shock. "HOW DARE YOU...." SLAP. I strike him again—harder this time, using the full weight of my shoulder. The force sends him sprawling sideways onto the wet concrete, the heavy iron links clattering loudly against the stone. Two guards immediately step in, hauling him bac

EPD III

"The exes who cheated on you?" Dean sneers, a sinister smirk splitting his bloody lips. "The ones who broke up with you claiming you were too fat and unwanted? I set every single one of them up! I paid them off! I orchestrated every single breakup because no one deserves to..... " Before he can finish the sentence, my foot drives squarely into his chest. The impact sends him flying backward, the iron chains whipping through the air before snapping taut. I don't wait for him to recover. I storm forward, grabbing his torn, blood-soaked vest in both fists, shaking him with every ounce of strength I possess."REPEAT WHAT YOU JUST SAID" He struggles on the floor, gasping for air. Banks nods coldly to the guards. Two of them haul Dean upright while a third grabs a heavy bucket of ice water, dumping it directly over his head. Dean jolts wildly, coughing and screaming as the freezing water hits his raw wounds."REPEAT YOURSELF!" I scream, tears of pure, blinding fury finally spilling over my

Banks-Dean

BANKS'S POV Every single step back down into that subterranean grave is heavy with pure, unadulterated rage. The fact that I have to leave Eleanor sitting alone in the dark interior of my car—shaking, exhausted, and picking up the pieces of her broken trust, just to deal with this worthless trash is reason enough to put a bullet through his brain and be done with it. "Boss!" My four men at the foot of the stone stairs snap to rigid attention as I step back into the vault. The smell of wet cement and iron is still heavy in the air, but now it carries the bitter tang of Eleanor’s tears. I don't look at my men. I walk straight toward the heavy iron torture tray resting beside the wall. "Set the steam iron," I order, my voice dropping into a flat register. "It's already plugged in and hot, Boss," he replies, stepping back to give me space. I nod slowly, reaching over the set tray. My fingers wrap around the heavy, cold grip of my custom gun. I draw it smoothly, pulling back the slide