Cole: A Bad Boy Romance

by Hart, Michelle

  Don't fall for him, Claire. Remember, you're being held here against your will. I laughed at the idea of Stockholm Syndrome. Did that happen to me? Seems like asking to be fucked by your kidnapper is a level beyond that.

  But Cole was fucking good. I remembered his tongue playing around with my wet pussy, my clit getting flicked back and forth. And when he entered me for the first time, I felt the power of a real man inside me.

  My hand traveled south and found my fleshy bulb. A cry escaped my throat and I had to cover my mouth. Was I really doing this right now? Cole was just outside the door sleeping. I didn't care. My fingers were already doing their job, swirling my clit around in all directions. My other hand played with my breast, pinching my erect nipple, rubbing it between my index finger and thumb.

  I leaned back against the shower wall and shoved two fingers inside me, simulating Cole fucking me but even my whole hand couldn't imitate how big he really was. The water cascaded over my head and streamed down my stomach, flowing over my pubic mound.

  The thought of Cole coming inside me was too much for me to handle. All my muscles flexed and I cried out from the pain of them being too sore. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and my body fell apart as I orgasmed around my fingers.

  I clumsily reached for the towel outside the shower and wrapped my wet body. I squeezed the excess water out of my hair and dried the rest of my body off. I stepped out and the cold tiles weren't so freezing anymore.

  Cole was standing next to the bathroom counter, completely naked, his hard cock resting in his hand as he stroked it slowly. He looked good enough to eat. “Did you have fun in there?” he asked with a knowing grin.

  My jaw dropped to the floor and my towel accidentally fell with it. My entire body flushed with red. Was he listening to me the entire time?

  Cole stepped towards me, his throbbing cock still in his hand. “You know you're not supposed to come without me.”

  I didn't know how to respond. He didn't own me. “My body is my own. I'll do whatever I want to it.”

  Cole shook his head. “Not when you're with me. You only come when I tell you to come.” The look on his face was pure seriousness. He really meant it. “Now get on your knees for your punishment.”

  Was he going to beat me? That's what bikers did, right? Byron sure did. If I didn't go along with his orders, would he beat me even more? I hesitantly dropped to my knees and Cole approached. He towered over me—his hard muscles, six-pack abs, and giant cock—my adonis. Cole ran his fingers through my hair like he was petting a dog. I expected a slap across my face at any moment.

  “Open that filthy mouth of yours,” Cole commanded.

  I parted my lips and opened wide, relaxing after I understood what he meant by “punishment.” Cole guided his large cock past my teeth and deep down my throat. My mouth stretched to fit his enormous girth.

  Cole rested his hand behind my head and thrust in and out. “I'm going to come in your mouth and you're going to swallow every last drop.”

  He made me feel so dirty—so sexy. My pussy was dripping wet and running down my thighs. I gripped his shaft and stroked him while he fucked my face. He pulled out and his tip danced on my tongue. I looked up into his eyes and saw a savage beast—untamed and dangerous. “You taste so good,” I murmured.

  Cole moaned as he shoved his cock back into my mouth. His fingers clenched the sides of my head, forcing himself deeper and deeper. I loved making him feel so good, loved making him shudder with ecstasy. I stroked him faster and faster, his engorged cock about ready to burst.

  Cole found his release, exploding out like a fire hydrant. His warm seed flowed down my throat, almost gagging me. Cole's fingers tangled with my hair as he screamed out my name. I sucked every last drop of his cum until his balls were completely drained.

  “Fuck...fuck,” Cole said breathless. He stumbled backwards until his hands caught onto the bathroom counter, holding himself up. “Where the hell did you learn to give blowjobs like that?”

  I wiped the leftover seed from the corners of my lips and smiled. “I couldn't help myself, your cock was so good.” I stood up and washed my hands beside Cole.

  “God damn, woman. I'd bend you over right now and fuck that sweet ass of yours but we need to go.”

  “Go? Go where?” I replied, drying my hands on the bath towel.

  “The trade with your brother...it's in a couple hours.”

  I froze in place. Cole made me totally forget about everything that was happening. I was a hostage to be traded away. Byron was going to be furious. A fist to my face was only going to be the appetizer. Byron always warned me that he'd give me to his men if I ever defied him. I couldn't face that. Cole had to help me.

  “I can't go back to him,” I said softly.

  “What the fuck are you talking about?”

  I turned towards Cole and put my hands on his hard chest. “Don't let Byron take me. You don't know what he'll do to me if he gets me back.”

  Cole grabbed my hands and tossed them aside. His eyes were devoid of any emotion. The man that looked at me with a hungry desire was gone. “This ain't no fairytale, baby. Just because we fucked doesn't mean I'm going to save you from this nightmare. I don't do romance and we're still going to use you to take down the Fires of Hell.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Cole

  Claire's arms were wrapped around me and her hands cuffed together. She rode behind me on my Harley on our way to the meet with Byron. The smell of her hair was like heroin injected directly in to my veins. If only I could bottle it up for after she was gone. I'd never see her after today. Byron would keep a tight leash on her and never let Claire out of his sight. It felt like a lifetime ago when Tater and I kidnapped Claire outside that frat party.

  The rest of the MC followed close behind, our bikes forming a giant parade. The cars ahead moved to the sides of the road when they caught sight of us in their rear-view mirror. Nobody would dare mess with us when we were out in full force. Not even the cops.

  Blaze warned me that this could be a trap. Byron could try and take us out all at once. I needed my head to be clear and couldn't waste energy thinking about Claire's sweet pussy and filling her up with my cum until it oozed out.

  The day was boiling hot as we arrived under the freeway overpass which was the boundary between our two territories. It was the perfect place to have a huge shootout—in the middle of nowhere and a lot of noise from the passing cars overheard.

  Byron and the Fires of Hell were all there on the other side, guns loaded and pointed right at us. They could open fire on us at any moment and we'd be fish in a barrel. But he couldn't risk killing his sister. She was the only thing that mattered to him in the world—his only weakness.

  We parked our bikes and I untied Claire from me. Byron stared us down from afar. She looked at me with a sense of desperation. She wanted my help but I couldn't. My MC came first and this trade was essential to us surviving. “Be a good girl and we all get out of this alive,” I whispered to her.

  I pulled my Remington out and held Claire by the arm as we walked to the edge of our bikes. Blaze walked alone to meet Byron in the middle. They shook hands and spoke quietly so I couldn't catch anything they were saying. I kept my eye on the army full of Blacks, looking for any sign of a trap.

  “Please, Cole,” Claire begged. “We can both run away and never look back.”

  I squeezed her arm until she yelped. That would make her shut up so we could get this over with.

  “Whatever happened to no family, Blaze?” Byron asked, his finger dangerously close to the trigger on his handgun.

  “Desperate times, Byron. Did you bring all your weapons and drugs?”

  Byron nodded and pointed to the truck behind him. A few of the Fires of Hell members opened up the truck to reveal piles of rifles and crates that most likely held the cocaine which their MC was known for. “I won't let you get away with this, Blaze. You're making the wrong move here.”

  “I
'll take my chances.” Blaze reluctantly shook Byron's hand again.

  “Time to go, Claire,” I told her.

  She wouldn't budge until I shoved her forward. Every step was torture for her. She kept trying to look at me with tears streaming down her cheeks. She wanted compassion and I had none to give.

  Byron looked Claire in the eyes. “Get the fuck over here you fucking bitch. You're going to get hell when I get my hands on you.”

  Claire stopped in her tracks. Her hands balled up into fists. “I'm not going with you, Byron.”

  Things were going so smoothly. I knew I should have taped her mouth shut.

  Chapter Twelve

  Claire

  I pressed my body against Cole's, hoping he'd save me from Byron. We could drive away and never look back. But he did nothing. Cole wasn't my savior—he was just like every other biker I knew.

  I tried my best to avoid eye contact with Byron. He was chatting with Blaze and looking over at me every once in awhile. The rage in his eyes was an inferno. Nobody would be able to stop him from almost beating me until my life was hanging by a thread. Then he'd throw me to his dogs to have the leftovers. I couldn't go back to him. If Cole wasn't going to save me then I had to save myself.

  Whatever happened to the Byron that protected me from bullies when we were kids. He used to be so kind. When I grew up and boys started to get interested in me, Byron became even more protective. No man could touch me. Which was probably why he was so angry whenever I sneaked out to go meet a guy.

  Byron glanced over Blaze's shoulder. “Get the fuck over here you fucking bitch. You're going to get hell when I get my hands on you.”

  I planted my feet on the ground and gathered every ounce of confidence and willpower. My brother no longer scared me. “I'm not going with you, Byron.”

  Byron bit his bottom lip, his fists so tight that dark blood was dripping onto the dirt floor. “What the fuck did you say to me?”

  Cole tried to push me forward but I held my ground. The lineup of the Fires of Hell bikers were looking around like they didn't know what to do. The Rabid Dogs MC looked just as confused. “You can go to hell, Byron. I'm no longer under your control.” It felt so good telling him off. Just like the slap across his face at the frat party. “I'd rather stay with the Black Widows and be killed than go with you.”

  Blaze turned around and threw a deadly glance at Cole. “Pick her up and fucking deliver her to Byron.”

  Cole went to grab me and I stepped away. “Touch me and I'll kill you. I fanned out my fingernails like the claws of a tiger. I could slash him but it wouldn't do any real damage. I wouldn't go down without a fight.

  “Fuck all of this,” Byron yelled. “You can keep the fucking whore.” Byron circled his finger in the air at the Fires of Hell. “We're out of here.” Byron began to walk away, marshaling his troops to him. They closed the back of the truck and began driving away.

  Blaze stood there between the two MCs, not knowing what to do. “Hold on, Byron, we can work this out.” Blaze turned back to Cole. “Fucking do something!”

  Cole stood there and shrugged. The trade was off. I'd finally broken the shackles of Byron.

  —

  Coal brought me back down to the basement and tied me up to the pipe. No more bathrooms and a nice comfy bed up in Cole's room. I tried asking for Cole but all I got was a grunt. Coal didn't say one word for me.

  They left me down there for days. Coal came in with water and some bread every once in awhile. I had to resort to peeing in the corner when my bladder felt like it was about to burst. The stench of urine was overwhelming and made me vomit a couple times. I was glad there wasn't a mirror down here so I didn't have to see what I had become.

  But I had no regrets about my decision. Byron was a monster and I'd no doubt be in a worse situation if I went back to him.

  Blaze came downstairs instead of Coal, holding a water bottle and a piece of bread. His nose upturned at the smell of the basement. I wanted him to puke in front of me so I could laugh in his face. Blaze tossed the water and bread at my feet. The grumbling of my stomach echoed against the cement walls. I wanted to dive head first into the food and swallow it whole to calm my belly. But I didn't want to look weak in front of my captor.

  Blaze kneeled down in front of me, taking care to not step in my pee. “After the little stunt you pulled, I was going to kill you and send you to Byron. But it seems that Cole has taken a liking to you.”

  My face lit up at his name. Even though he hadn't come down to visit me, I knew Cole was torn up inside. He was trying to protect me even when the entire Rabid Dogs MC wanted me dead.

  Blaze opened the water bottle and took a sip. “But don't think for a second that we're going to let you go. You messed up things big time and I won't forget it. I'm going to let you rot down here until we can figure out a use to you. In the meantime, I might just let each member go a couple rounds with you.” Blaze let his index finger trail down the side of my cheek. I wasn't going to let him see me squirm. “Then after you've been pounded into submission, when you know there's nothing left in this world. I'll fuck every hole of yours until your mind is lost and you can't even remember your own name.”

  I wanted to spit in his face like I did that first time but it would only result in another huge bruise on my face. Blaze laughed and stood up, rubbing his crotch in front of me. I kept my mouth shut and tried not to think about his threats. Cole would never let that happen. Would he?

  Chapter Thirteen

  Cole

  Claire had fucked up big time. Why did she have to be so goddamn stubborn? And why did I have to be so fucking attracted to those huge, real tits of hers? My cock was getting hard at just the thought of sucking on her nipples, squeezing her breasts until she cried out. My balls were full of hot coals and the only way to take away the hurt was to unload into some chick.

  I needed to keep my mind off Claire. She had been locked down in the basement for three days now, probably cursing my name. I did my best to stop Blaze from killing her. But what comes next could be even worse. Claire will wish she was dead after the entire Rabid Dogs MC takes her against her will. I'll be powerless to stop it unless I want to join her six feet under in an unmarked grave.

  I hopped on my red Softail and left a trail of dust behind at the MC. The only way to get Claire off my mind was to drown my raging boner into another chick's wet pussy. The perfect place to do that was the Kitty Ranch off Interstate 8.

  Tater and I went there about once a month to let off some steam and get our dicks wet. The whores there were good looking and begging to be fucked. Or at least willing to do anything for some cash. My favorite was China Doll—some prostitute imported from China or Korea. Her long black hair and perky tits were almost too perfect. She didn't speak much English which made it easier to go straight to the fucking. The way she could contort her body ran shivers down my spine. She'd be the perfect piece of ass to replace Claire with.

  Tater loved big girls. And Kitty Ranch knew how to fulfill any man's desire. Tater was a large boy himself and you'd think there'd be no girl bigger than that. But Helga was. She was like a beached whale with gigantic tits that could crush a man if used the wrong way. She had so many folds I'm surprised anyone could find her pussy. Tater told me he wanted to take here away from there someday but I always told him it'd be too expensive to rent a crane to carry her out.

  I drove down Interstate 8, the roads empty, the wind blowing hard. Today was the perfect day for riding. And the perfect day to fuck. I hadn't had anyone since that crazy night with Claire and my cock was about ready to explode in my pants. I thought about sneaking into the basement and taking her on the cold cement but it wasn't worth the risk of getting caught. Being tortured to death by my own brothers wasn't worth any pussy. Not even if it was the tightest and sweetest-tasting cunt ever.

  The Kitty Ranch emerged on the horizon and the heat waves bounced off the hot asphalt. China Doll was about to get the fuck of her life and Clair
e would become just a distant memory. I pulled into the parking lot and turned off my bike, unsnapping my helmet and placing it on the seat. The large white mansion reminded me of a plantation house from New Orleans—a very odd building to see in the middle of the desert. The bright neon Kitty Ranch sign blinked, trying to get the attention of any passersby.

  The girls lined up before me, half-naked, wearing bikinis and lingerie. All shapes and sizes were accounted for. Helga stood at the far end, her massive mammaries bulging out of a pink silk nightie. My cock would get lost in that cleavage and I'd never be able to find it again.

  My eyes went down the line of hookers until they landed on China Doll. She was completely naked but her long black hair cascaded over her chest, covering up her breasts. China's hard nipples poked through the waterfall of hair and her big black bush was trimmed into a nice triangular hedge.