Chapter Twelve: Legacy Ended

"Marry?" Helena said lamely as Bane nodded wordlessly in response as he tugged at her hips and roughly turned her over.

"Yes," he murmured as he wound one hand in the silken fall of her hair and pushed her pants down her thighs with the other.

"Will you marry me?" Bane groaned against the flushed skin on the side of her neck before spitting in his palm and stroking his rapidly hardening cock.

"Will you marry me?" he repeated on an uneven grunt as he teased the head of his cock against her tight rear entrance before he slid inside her with one smooth thrust.

Helena cried out with a mix of emotions as he evened out his pace to fluid, deep plunges inside her. He stole her breath at the end of each thrust.

"Will you?" he wheezed and brought both hands to the supple flesh of her hips and squeezed until he forced a painful cry to slip from between her lips.

Helena couldn't form coherent words with his enthusiastic pounding against her, their intimate flesh violently kissing.

She gasped and nodded her head, beginning to find her breath when he slowed down his frantic pace. "Yes," she managed on a dry cough as he yanked her hips further up and back against him, changing the angle of how he filled her to the intimate hilt.

Bane paused and stared down at her gasping while he completely filled her. Her rear tightness squeezed around his cock. "Yes?" he asked and gave a slow groan as he increased his pace, his climax dangerously close.

"Yes, yes," she moaned and nodded her head.

Bane let his happiness fill his face, not afraid to look vulnerable with her not able to see his raw emotions. He leaned over her as he fucked her more urgently until a fine sheen of sweat sprouted on both their bodies. He collapsed over her as his cock spasmed and he filled her rear opening with hot sticky cum.

As Bane caught his breath, hours away in the shitty hotel, Barsad ordered Talia to sit up straight and hold her hands out to her sides.

Talia sneered at Barsad, "enjoy this," she spit. "Your legacy will be short-lived."

Barsad chuckled as he settled back in the threadbare chair. "You really think highly of yourself don't you?"

Talia wordlessly sniffed the air but unblinkingly held his eyes.

"I'm a descendent from a line of men who no longer walk the earth," she spit and sat up straighter as she added in a softer tone. "How much money to drive me back to kill that cunt and the defector?"

Barsad shook his head, "it's not about money?"

"What do you want?"

"Nothing you can provide," Barsad said flatly.

"Try me," Talia murmured.

"I want a new life, a new identity somewhere far away."

"I can give you that, I own properties all over the world thanks to my near ownership of Bruce's assets."

"You'd feel you were somehow still in control of me," Barsad said with an ugly sneer.

Talia couldn't even pretend to deny that she wouldn't feel like she still had a hold on him, even remotely.

"I could just give you cash, no strings, just cash, any denomination or currency type you want."

Barsad remained silent as she stammered on, "what else do you want?"

"Someone to spend money and the rest of my new life with, that's proving to be a much harder find," he admitted wryly.

"I can be anyone, fulfill everything you need," Talia whispered and leaned back.

Barsad snickered and made Talia furious. "What is it? Are you wanting to spend this new life and identity with the masked defector who used to be my protector?"

It was Talia's turn to laugh when darkness filled Barsad's face at the insinuation.

She boldly continued as she toyed with the top buttons of her blouse. "Are you unable to function with women and running away to be someone else, to try and live again?"

Barsad stood up. "Shut up," he said as he pointed at her.

"Tell me what it will take for you to drive me back, what do you want?" Talia purred as she continued unbuttoning her blouse.

"Stop," Barsad said.

Talia noticed the smallest hitch in his voice. She knew he was like every other man she had ever encountered.

She slowly stood and slipped out of her clothes before she dropped to her hands and knees and crawled towards Barsad where he was a veritable stone pillar.

Barsad didn't have any words as Talia crawled towards him, unashamed in her glorious nudity. He didn't have words as she fumbled urgently at his zippered pants closure and soon had his cock out. He managed a moan as the head of his cock was suddenly in her mouth, her wet tongue teasing his hardening shaft.

If the room had been a little classier, there would've been mirrors on the ceiling and when Barsad tipped his head back as Talia swallowed the length of his cock, he would've seen the flash of the small curved blade in the webbing between her thumb and index finger.

Barsad's moans of pleasure turned to strangled gasps as his hard cock spasmed in her mouth when she ran the blade down the crease of his inner thigh. The wickedly sharp blade cut through his strong femoral artery and the countdown was on for the very small amount of life he had left.

Talia stood as Barsad dropped to his knees, his hands cupping his groin, futilely trying to stop his life from pouring out of him.

Talia wiped her mouth with the edge of a pillowcase before standing over Barsad and watched him die. His last conscious moments were of her unabashed naked body towering over him.

"You're all the same," she spit down at Barsad's now dead form.

Talia bustled around the room, took a leisurely shower in the cracked, mildewed shower stall, and went through the messages from her fallen protector to Barsad's phone. She shook her head in disappointment and heavy regret that she was going to need to open him from stem to stern and truss him up.

Talia poached the dead for supplies before she headed back towards the Lang household to kill the cunt that was causing her carefully constructed plans to crumble and the man who once upheld her as a goddess. As she began the first of many miles, back at her final destination, Bane felt himself grow soft and slide out of Helena. He shoved a few of the round, decorative pillows onto the floor and couldn't keep from roughly yanking her around to face him.

Bane's rough grip and fingertips tightening until bruises threatened to blossom, caused Helena to gasp. She was able to finally try catching her breath once his arms closed around her and pulled her close.

Helena turned her head and rested her ear over his strong beating heart. Her body was electric and ached in more places than she could begin to differentiate.

As Bane and Helena's heart rates began to settle and they let their eyes fall closed, they had no idea that Talia was urging the large vehicle closer towards them, her knuckles white from where she gripped the steering wheel.