CLAIMED BY THE BAD BOY_The Road Rage MC

by Paula Cox

  “I’m… I was Leo’s girl,” she said.

  “Leo?”

  “Ken’s little brother,” she said. “You met Ken, right?”

  Lily remembered the silver-haired man taking pity of the quivering, gagged girl, and… “Sally!” Lily cried out. “Is–”

  “Oh the other new one?” the woman asked. “Teeny tiny thing?”

  No way that that girl could have endured a night like hers, and Lily gripped the stranger’s arm hard. “Where is–?”

  “Relax, honey,” she said. “Ken’s a pussycat. She’s already had her breakfast, and she is no worse for the wear.”

  Not sure if she should believe her, Lily pushed aside the idea of Sally’s body ravaged and broken, and she sighed before she spoke. “Because we’re all so safe here,” she challenged. “Were you on an auction block, too? Were you–?”

  Lily was stunned into silence when the redhead laughed loudly and patted her arm. “You take me back,” she said. “Yeah. I was on the circuit. Mad Angels were the worst.”

  “Mad Angels?” Lily asked.

  A cloud passed over her eyes, and the woman appeared lost in an awful memory. “Kept me tied up,” she started. “Got their rocks off by cutting into their girls’ skin with razors. Kind of makes you wish for a tap and just be done with it.”

  Lily shuddered in the wake of her words, and she was quietly grateful that some chance of fate had brought her into Michael’s brand of captivity. “But… but now you’re here?” Lily asked.

  “Yep,” she said. “Going on three years. One without Leo. Ken says hands off. He loved his brother, honey.”

  Again her mind turned to Sally. “So Sally is… she’s really okay?”

  “Trust, sweetheart. Thank whatever God there is that Trevor didn’t get his hands on her.”

  Picking up a slim piece of toast, Lily nibbled slowly. The sustenance warmed her stomach and cleared her head, and she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand as she peered into the woman’s eyes again. “What’s your name?”

  “Sophia,” she said. “And you’re safe. And to see Michael this morning, I bet you’re feeling pretty satisfied to boot.”

  No way she could deny that with a straight face, and Lily picked at the eggs on the tray. Scrambled. Her mother’s specialty. Maybe it was too soon for her to be worried just yet, but if she was stuck here for three years or even three weeks… “How do I get away?” she said carefully.

  Sophia cocked her head to the side and slowly shook her head. “You don’t, sweetie,” Sophia said. “But Michael’ll keep you safe. And…every other kind of happy, no?”

  Hidden under the sheets, her cunt blazed at the memory of him. It was a warm sensation that she wanted to indulge again. But three years? Longer? Lily had a life. She had parents and a kind of fiancé that she promised to get back to. “I…I need to…”

  “What do you need?”

  Lily dropped her toast as Michael entered the room. His hair slicked back his, his eyes blazing, he sauntered towards the bed.

  “I know when I’m not wanted,” Sophia said.

  Abandoning the tray, Sophia patted her cheek, and as she moved past Michael, Sophia narrowed her eyes. “Try to put her mind at ease,” Sophia said. “She’s still a little jumpy.”

  “Don’t I know it,” Michael said.

  Sophia disappeared, and Michael assumed the place at Lily’s side. “Hey there,” he said.

  “Hey,” she said as she shredded the toast between her fingers.

  “You okay?” he asked.

  When he touched her hand, Lily was brought back to the memory of their strange night. In some ways, in many ways, it had brought her her heart’s desire, and as Lily’s eyes glanced down at the space between his taut thighs, she couldn’t help but want him again. But… “She… she said she’s been here for three years,” Lily said.

  “Sounds about right,” Michael said. “Hold up.” Pushing her hair from her face, Michael stared at her hard with a soft nod. “I like your eyes,” he said. “How about you keep them where I can see them?”

  Just the feel of his hand on her cheek nearly enticed her to toss the tray aside and mount him again, captive or not, but as his fingers winded around his, Lily lifted her face to his and spoke slowly. “I… I can’t stay here that long,” she said. “I– ”

  “Why not?” he challenged. “And don’t even try to tell me that you didn’t love it.”

  There was no way that she could spin that lie convincingly. “I did,” she said. “But this is not where I’m supposed to be.”

  “And where are you supposed to be, Lily?”

  “I… I…”

  If she told him the truth, if he knew what Dan might be and what her father always was, it would do nothing to aid her cause. And did she really want to go back to that? “I don’t know,” she whispered. “I just can’t think– ”

  “Don’t think, Lily,” Michael said. “Just come here.”

  Now he sent the tray crashing to the ground, and he pulled the sheets from her bare body. Lily made no move to hide her flesh from his eyes, and she bit down on her lip as he stripped quickly and settled at her side.

  “Feel me,” he said. “Right here.” Taking her hand in his, Michael brought her fingers around her cock, and she couldn’t help but smile at the feel of his hardness brushing against her palm. “Try to tell me that you don’t want this?” he asked.

  “I… oh Christ…” Leaning into him, Lily studied the line of his mouth. She still had to get away from this at the first chance. But what was one more time…? “Put it in me,” she whispered. “Please.”

  Michael shifted away from her, and Lily’s eyes watered at the sight of his rippling muscles covered in ink and scars. Grazing her fingers along the lines of his arms, she lowered her head to his chest and listened to the beating of his heart. “I do want this,” she said. “But… but this has to be the last– ”

  Michael seized her in his arms, and Lily gasped when his panting breath trailed down her neck, she fell silent and could do nothing but look into his eyes. “Last my ass,” he said. “I own you now. And you– ”

  “No!”

  Forming a small fist, Lily crushed a swift blow into his arms, and she scrambled away from the bed. She had no clothes; not even the whore’s costume to give her something in the way of cover. But still she reached for the door, and the knob was nearly in her hand when Michael’s body enveloped her, and he wrestled her into the wall. “You’re mine!” Michael said. “I won’t have you–”

  “I am not supposed to be here!” Lily cried. “I– ”

  He silenced her with a hot kiss, and in the first instant, her body flailed around his tight embrace. As she struggled, she feared that there was no chance of breaking free, and Lily stilled as he pulled at her hair and stared into her eyes.

  “Supposed to?” he challenged. “That’s gone. You belong to me, and–”

  “Get the fuck off of me!”

  Her foot crashed into his shin, and when he doubled over, Lily moved to the door again. But Michael moved fast and pulled her back into the depth of the room.

  “I don’t want–”

  “And I don’t believe you, Lily.”

  Pushing her back to the bed, Michael pressed her into the rumpled sheets, and he kicked her legs apart. Absorbing the pain shooting towards her thighs, Lily’s cunt quivered at the prospect of his cock.

  “I see you,” he said. “I feel you.”

  “Not again,” she said. “I have to–”

  “You have to keep quiet.”

  Lily was ready to spit in his face when his cock plunged into her pussy. At the first thrust, Lily screamed her frustrated lust into the air. “Michael… don’t…”

  No part of him, save for his cock, heard her voice, and Lily’s body beat her mind. Her flesh encased his piece, and as he settled inside her, Michael grabbed her hair, and his lips curled into a sultry smirk. “Don’t lie to me,” he said. “You want this.”

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sp; Lily tried to protest, but Michael crushed his lips to hers. She tried to push him off, but when his hips spread wider and his tongue curled around hers, she wordlessly whined. She needed to get away. She had a life that wasn’t this. And…

  “Hold on, baby.”

  Michael moved inside her, and his cock swirled against, inside her pussy. Pushing deeper, somehow deeper than the previous night, Lily groaned in anticipation.

  And then he suddenly flipped the script. “I told you…”

  Abandoning her body, he pulled out and stared down at her quivering form. The loss of his cock brought tears to her eyes, and she tried to bring him back to the bed when Michael shifted further away and shook his head.

  “You want me to let you go like this?” he asked. “No. You so want more.”

  She shouldn’t. But she did. The lure of his lips, his cock, was everything that she had always wanted, and Lily stretched forward and enfolded her in his arms.

  “I do,” she murmured into his neck. “I… I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

  “Wrong? Lily…” Pressing his fingers under her chin, Michael forced her gaze to his, and she caught the faint glimpse of a smile. “How can this be wrong?” he asked. “Stop thinking so much.”

  It was a kind of an insult, and Lily was ready to lay into him, and when his fingers surrounded her neck, she expected him to press down until she had no hope of breath.

  “Lily…” Michael surprised her with a series of soft caresses, and as their eyes met again, Lily grew still in his arms. “You just don’t get it,” he said. “There’s no going back. And if I say the word, Trevor’s back or you find yourself shipped out to the Mad Angels.”

  Lily started to cry at the thought of her body slashed to bloody ribbons, but then she reclaimed her breath and held her head high. “Would you really do that?” she asked. “Like sell me for a song?”

  Michael’s jaw went tight, and his hand moved down her back, his fingers settling about the crack of her ass, and they moaned together as he pulled her closer. “Won’t give you up without a fight,” he said. “And I don’t think you’ll just take off without another shot.”

  His legs melted around her limbs, and she felt his cock entering her pussy. Lily threw her head back at the instant of penetration, and she forgot all the reasons why she needed to get back home as her fingers surrounded his muscles. Hardness in her hands, greater strength pushing into her pussy, Lily’s body buckled in his embrace, and she hung her head as he started to pulse.

  “Did you dream about me last night?” he asked.

  Looking up between his throbs, she basked in the light of his eyes and licked her lips. “I did,” she murmured. “What about you?”

  Pulling her closer, his hand settled at the small of her back, and he pushed his palm into her heated flesh.

  “No,” he said.

  Lily’s head hung in the wake of an anguished moan, and she dared to touch his face. “Don’t’ lie–”

  “I’m not,” he said as he took hold of her wrist. Lily vacillated between fury and falling as he pressed his lips to her eyes and moaned into her face. “I want the real thing,” he said.

  Dan had said that she could have her adventure and just see what happened. Neither one of them had counted on the cock that belonging to Michael Roberson, and Lily forgot every old dream and slipped closer to the man at her side and dared to kiss his taut pecs.

  “Maybe…maybe I do, too,” Lily whispered.

  Michael curled her closer, and his lips brushed against hers. He flashed a small smile, and Michael fell into her mouth. His kiss was hot; his cock continued throb, and as she peeled her face from his, Michael still honed in on her eyes. “So we’re in agreement?”

  Taking hold of the question in his voice, Lily gave Michael a slight nod.

  “There she is,” he said.

  Flipping her to her belly, she pushed her nails into the pillows again. Michael’s cock pushed around and inside her walls, but Lily wanted to look at him, and she shifted to her back and grabbed his face.

  “Here I am,” Lily said. “And I did–” Her voice fell away as he grinded into her hips. His cock expanded inside her, and as she strained forward to take more of him in, Lily touched his face and lowered her lids. “How could I not dream about you?”

  In the face of her peace offering, Michael kept throbbing, but he fell to her face and kissed her cheeks. “Glad to hear that,” he said. “Let’s make it in reality.”

  Michael held her arms down, and his cock swirled in and around her cunt. Arching her hips, Lily took his ass in her hands, and she pushed him closer with a sharp sigh. “That’s good,” she said. Twisting his head from side to, Lily tensed in the space of his gaze.

  “But not the whole dream,” he challenged.

  “I…I don’t know what–?”

  “Yes you do,” he said.

  Curving his kiss to her breasts, Michael nipped her flesh. Between bites, the feel of which set her teeth on edge, Lily slipped into a series of exhilarated moans as the sensation of his bite was suddenly replaced by the feel of his tongue bathing her nipples, and as she sighed, Michael brought his hand to the back of her head and made her look at him again. “You need this,” he said. “And I’m going to give it to you.”

  Before Lily could speak, Michael slithered down her body, and his sudden kiss claimed her pussy. She moaned as his tongue pressed against her clit, and Lily spread her legs as his tongue darted in and out of her walls.

  “Here,” Michael said.

  One hand stayed on her back while the other tweaked her cunt and dragged her deeper into his lips. His mouth consumed her pussy, and Lily dared to push her nails into his back as she forgot her need to get away. In this moment, she needed nothing but him.

  “Do me,” Lily moaned. “I want this. I… I need…”

  “I know.”

  Michael kissed her again, and she clamped down on his cock as he focused on her eyes.

  “You need this.”

  Michael started to thrust, and Lily’s head fell to his shoulder. She could live on this feeling for the rest of her life. This was what she had dreamed of. But forever? She wasn’t–

  “I… I need to hold you,” she whimpered.

  Michael stilled inside her, and he touched her face as he looked into her eyes. “No you don’t,” Michael said. “You need this.”

  He lifted her body from the bed and pressed her into the door. As soon as the scratchy surface hit her back, Lily sighed silently as he stayed inside her, and as she reveled around the length of his cock, Lily sighed into his shoulders,

  “Am I right?” Michael said. “Don’t you want it?”

  “I… yes…” She sighed at the feel of his stream saturating her cunt, and she brought her arm around his back and dragged him closer. “I want it,” she whispered. “I… I want you.”

  Michael finished inside her with a quick push and stayed against the wall as he stroked her thighs. Falling to his knees, he cradled her thighs in her hands and gazed up into her face. “And I want you,” he said. “You can’t leave me now. I just found you.”

  Sharing his feeling, Lily stroked his face when Michael surprised her by standing to attention and hoisting her into his arms.

  “Forget the past,” he said. “This is the present. This is now.” Lily didn’t speak as he laid her out on the bed. He kissed her hair and suddenly stopped, making no other move but to bring her into his arms. “Don’t think about why you’re here,” he said. “Just know that you are.”

  Sinking into his arms, Lily still saw her parents and Dan fretting over her fate. She hated the thought of hurting them, of hurting anyone. But then Michael pulled her closer, and as she settled into his chest, Lily remembered that she had wanted her own adventure. “Michael?” she whispered.

  His gaze hit her eyes, and she stroked his chin with a smile.

  “I won’t... I don’t think I can run away,” she said.

  A light filled Michael’s eye
s, and he lifted her into his embrace as his fingers dotted the space about her eyes. “Better,” he said. “Because I’m not letting you go.” Michael kissed her hard, and his arm swirled around her back as their mouths parted. As their eyes locked, Michael stroked her cheek with a sigh. “So glad I found you.” he said.

  There was a whole world in her wake, and Lily hated the thought of her mother’s tears. But Corinne had told her to see what else was out there. And maybe one day she would come back. A part of her wanted that. But in this moment… “Me, too.”

  “There it is,” Michael said.