CLAIMED BY THE BAD BOY_The Road Rage MC

by Paula Cox

  He kissed the top of her head before pushing away from the bed. She knew little more than his name, but no other man, Dan included, had ever made her feel like this, and he would stay to see what happened next.

  “I fucked up your breakfast,” Michael said as he tried to clean the spill from the floor.

  “And I’m suddenly really hungry, too,” she said.

  “Are you?”

  “Oh, yeah,” Lily said. “What are you going to do about it?”

  Michael pulled up his pants and started for the door, and he nearly called out Sophia’s name when she pushed off the bed and clamped her hand around his mouth.

  “Don’t bother her,” Lily purred. “Just come back to the bed.”

  Pulling his pants away, Lily sighed as his cock filled her again, and she couldn’t help but smile at the first pulse.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN “Sally?”

  Michael was still sleeping when Lily slipped from his side and stepped into the night. She was not thinking of running; she knew she’d never get very far. Maybe she didn’t want to. Her heart splintered some at the thought of her frantic mother, and she still believed that one day she would see her again. Maybe her father would even be happy to see her. And Dan…?

  Her mind was more confused on that front. She still loved him, in her own way. But Michael was doing things to her, making her feel things that she had only ever dreamt of, and she didn’t know if she could ever go back to his controlled notions of how they should lay in bed…

  “Sally.”

  The girl was sitting in a lawn chair, staring into the clouds. They had only spoken once since the night of their capture, just long enough to exchange names and for Lily to believe that she was truly okay. Ken took her by the arm soon after and led her away. It seemed like both Diesel Devils were taking steps to keep their purchases close to the vest, but as Michael and Ken slept, they finally had a moment alone.

  “You couldn’t sleep either?” Sally asked.

  “No.”

  “That’s weird,” Sally said.

  “Weird?” Lily asked.

  Sally’s lips curled into a sly smile, and she gave her a quick wink.

  “I can hear how he’s been making you scream.”

  Lily felt her cheeks grow crimson in the full moonlight, and she bowed her head. “And here I thought I was being so subtle,” Lily said. Studying Sally’s face carefully, Lily saw no trace of the terrified girl from the night of the auction. She seemed calm, almost at peace with this hand that they had both been dealt, and she lowered her voice to a soft whisper. “What…what is he doing to you?” Lily asked.

  “Ken?” A dreamy look crossed her face, and even as Lily searched her memory for the sound of Sally’s scream apart from the auction block, she was coming up blank, and she waited with baited breath for the answer. “He’s… he’s been sweet,” she started. “Ever since he rescued me from… from that other one.”

  Lily shared her fear at the memory of Trevor, and she knew that despite the insanity of the situation, they were both better off away from that madman.

  “Just sweet?” Lily asked.

  “No,” Sally continued, and Lily shifted closer to her, eager to absorb the rest of the story.

  “I mean…I mean he knew I was real scared. But he told that he would keep me safe. Nice change of pace.”

  “From the auction you mean?”

  “From life, Lily,” Sally said.

  Stretching to her feet, her pale pink robe spilling at her bare feet, she stepped across the sparkling grains of sand and held herself close.

  “You got a boyfriend?” she asked. “In your other life?”

  “Kind of a fiancé,” Lily said.

  “And were you running away from him, too?”

  “I… it’s complicated,” I just needed some time to… you know. To clear my head.”

  “Well, be thankful he gave you that option.”

  Curling her head over her shoulder, Sally peered into Lily’s eyes for a split second before lowering her head. “Mine liked to pass me around to his friends,” she said. “Spread and serve whenever they wanted it. And they wanted it a lot.”

  “You…you mean you were raped?” Lily asked as she shuddered.

  “Lots of times,” Sally confessed. “And then he found out that he could get a lot more out of me if he put me up for sale. That’s how I ended up at the auction.”

  Moving to her feet, Lily lightly touched her arm and lifted Sally’s face to hers. “I’m so sorry,” she said.

  “I was so scared,” she said as tears started to stream down her porcelain cheeks. “I mean… at least with Henry, I knew what I was getting. Day in and day out. But that night… and when that creep… when he bought me… when he put his hands on me.”

  Her body was wracked with sobs, and Lily instinctively took her into her arms. Holding her close, she ran her fingers through her hair as she whispered into her ear. “It’s okay,” Lily assured her.

  Sally sobbed her to shoulder before a good while, and Lily caressed her heaving back. When the girl’s tears were spent, Sally lifted her moist face with a small smile. “Yeah,” she agreed. “It is now.” They sat together again, and Sally kept her hands in Lily’s “Ken’s different,” she said. “I mean… I mean sure. He touches me. He kisses me. But mostly he’s just been real sweet. I… I know it’s crazy, but I think it’s kind of like lucky that I’m here.”

  Compared to what she had endured and what Trevor most definitely would have done to her, absolutely. No question about it. But that was Sally’s lot. Dan never forced Lily to degrade herself in that way, and while Sally could slip into this scene with ease of Sophia and thank her lucky stars that she had landed a sweet silver fox, could Lily really stay here and pretend that things had been so bad back at home? Great sex aside, she and Michael could never have more than that, and her mind started to race with how she would make her escape. It would have to wait until morning. When she had some chance of seeing her way back to the real world. Maybe she could boost one of their bikes. She’d never ridden, but how hard could it be? Her mind settled on the plan when a massive roar hit the air and a series of bright headlines appeared just beyond the horizon.

  “What’s that?” Sally asked, sounding as terrified as she had looked on the night of the auction.

  “I don’t…I don’t…”

  Their shared question was met by two Harleys and a series of screams that pierced the night hair. With Sally’s hand still in her, Lily started to pull the girl away from the bright lights and she shielded her face with her hands as the bikes came to a stop and an unwelcome voice drifted into her ears.

  “That’s them!” he said.

  Raising her head, Lily saw Trevor Carr’s wicked smiled creeping through his rotting teeth, and she pushed Sally behind her as she glared into his cold eyes.

  “What do you want?” Lily demanded.

  “What do you think?” he challenged. “You two little cunts.”

  CHAPTER TWELVE Pulling his gun from his holster, Trevor aimed below a cruel grin, and he licked his lips as Sally trembled and Lily stayed in his gaze.

  “Looks like the boys haven’t been doing such a good job keeping you sluts in check,” he said. “Letting you just wander all around camp like it’s nothing.”

  Sally cowered against her back, and Lily shifted her eyes to the other man that strolled to Trevor’s side. He looked as mean as Trevor. Maybe meaner, and when she saw the snarling angel etched on the back of his leather jacket, she knew that he was a Mad Angel.

  And Lily’s breath intensified at the thought of what they would do to them.

  “So… so what’s the deal?” Lily asked in a quivering voice. “You throw in with them because the Diesel Devils won’t have you anymore?”

  Trevor roared with laughter, and the Mad Angel was quick to join in.

  “Listen to this one!” Trevor said. “Looks like she got the lay of the land real quick.”

  He stepped closer, and
Lily flinched when he tried to touch her cheek.

  “But Michael has nothing on me, babe,” Trevor said. “And we’re gonna really rock your world. This one, too.” Before Lily could stop him, Trevor seized Sally by her hair, and she went wild when he tore her robe away leaving her naked in the moonlight. “See?” Trevor said as he turned her frantic body towards the other man. “Trimmed and ready for whatever you want.”

  The Mad Angel pulled a razor from his pocket, and as the memory of Sophia’s tale of the opposing crew suddenly burned bright in her brain, Lily charged forward and took hold of Trevor’s shoulders. “Don’t you fucking touch her!” Lily screamed. “Leave her-”

  She was silenced by the feel of his fist smacking into her middle, and Lily doubled over in agony. Hardly able to lift her head, her soul cracked at the sight of Sally’s body being hauled away. Struggling to come up with some way to help her, to save her, Lily’s thoughts turned to her own fate when the Mad Angel grabbed her arms and started to drag her through the sand.

  “Let me go,” Lily moaned. “You can’t–”

  “Listen to the lady!”

  Lily’s body fell to the sand, and she was slightly relieved when the hands of the Mad Angel left her body. Peering through her hair, she saw a bare-chested Michael with his own gun drawn. Ken was at his side, and Lily watched him lock eyes with Sally.

  “Ken…” Sally murmured.

  “Let her go,” Ken said in a thick voice. “I paid for her fair and square, Trevor.”

  Trevor licked his lips and moaned into her trembling neck. He ran his rough hands up and down her naked sides, and he pressed his fingers between her legs. “I want these bitches,” Trevor said. “So does my new crew. So you better–”

  Michael cut him off with a sharp shot. Lily screamed and pressed her hands to her ears as the Mad Angel that had held of her fell to the ground, his face a mass of blood and brains.

  “Jesus Christ!” Crawling away from the scene, she paused when she felt Trevor’s gun pushing into the back of her head.

  “You think you won’t pay for that?” Trevor said. “You’re a dumber than you look, Michael.”

  Lily went still, and she thought that this would be her end. She should have tried to run sooner, and she wanted to find Michael’s eyes one last time. But he failed to meet her gaze, and he narrowed his stare around Trevor.

  “No dumber than you,” Michael hissed. “Now you got two choices. Go back empty-handed and see what that gets you, or I can just kill you right here and now. I’m down with the latter, but you let her go, and see me generous”

  The barrel of the gun started to shake against her hair and Lily seized the opportunity to take Sally by the arm and fall into the cold sand.

  “Stupid sluts!” A shot rang out from Trevor’s gun.

  Lily covered Sally with her body, and she saw Michael and Ken duck in unison. He was ready to fire again when the Diesel Devils recovered quickly, and they aimed their guns right at Trevor’s chest.

  “We’ll do you right here, right now,” Michael said.

  “No.” Ken stepped forward, casting a quick glance at Sally. Trevor was still ready to shoot, but Ken showed no fear as he lunged forward.

  “Kill me right now,” Ken challenged.

  “No, please!” Sally cried as Lily held her closer.

  “And then Michael will blow your fucking head off. What’s it gonna be, coward? Die right here, right now, or maybe you live to fight another day.”

  With Sally still in her arms, Lily could barely suppress a satisfied smile as Trevor looked at Michael and started to back off. He stepped over the fallen Mad Angel and mounted his bike. “This isn’t over,” Trevor spat.

  “Never said that it was,” Ken said.

  Trevor sped off into the night, and when his headlights disappeared, Ken shifted gears and fell to the girls’ side. “Are you okay?” he asked.

  Lily expected Sally to burst into tears, but she calmed when Ken held her and covered her with his jacket. “I am now,” she assured him.

  Lifting her off the ground, he pressed her close to his chest and snorted at the sight of Michael’s most recent kill bleeding out on the sand. “I’ll get someone to clean that up,” Ken promised. “Take care of her.”

  They were gone, and Lily trembled at the sight of the smoking gun in Michael’s hands. “You killed him,” she said in a flat tone.

  “I’d kill anyone that tries to touch you.”

  He held out his hand, and she accepted his grasp. As soon as he had her off the ground, Michael leaned close to kiss her, but Lily cracked her palm across his face, and her eyes turned to ice as he stared at her in shock.

  “What the–?”

  “I can’t do this,” Lily said. “You’re a killer, and you’ve kidnapped me. I… I have a life to get back to. I won’t… I won’t let you keep me–”

  Michael silenced her with a swift kiss. Lily tried to push him away, the sound of the gunshot and the image of murdered man at the forefront of her mind.

  He’s brutal. I have to get away from him. I can’t… I…

  Her thoughts turned to the heat of his kiss as his tongue swirled down her throat. Michael wrapped her in his arms and dragged her closer to his chest. Without wanting to or knowing how it was even possible, Lily went limp in his embrace, and when she finally kissed him, she felt his mouth curve into a smile that only intensified when he pulled away and stared hard into her eyes.

  “You want to go?” he asked as he cocked his eyebrow. “I’ll drive you out of camp myself.”

  “Good,” Lily said. “Then right–”

  His hand suddenly surrounded her wrist, and he pulled her close once again. “But know this,” Michael said. “I can’t keep you safe out there. And I can’t…I don’t…” He draped his arm over her back, and his moist kiss met her ear, his whisper drizzling into her veins. “I don’t want you to go,” he said. “I need you here. And you want to be here, too.”

  She stated to melt in his arms, and her body went limp as he carried her way from the corpse, other Diesel Devils rushing to attention to conceal his crime.

  “Don’t tell me otherwise,” he said. “Don’t lie.”

  Back in his bed, Lily was stiff in his hold, and she looked to his eyes, his tattoos, the scars that broke through his skin. “How can you be doing this to me?” she moaned. “I shouldn’t want to stay.”

  “But you do,” he said. “Because you know that this is right.”

  Kissing her hard, Lily finally brought her arms around his neck, and as their lips parted, she sighed into his chest. “Yes,” Lily admitted. “Don’t know why. I… I just wanted to see what else was out there–”

  “And now you know.”

  Claiming her mouth again, he pressed his hand between her legs, and his finger slipped into her body. Moaning around his lips, she reached down to her thighs and pressed his hand deeper.

  “This is crazy,” she whispered. “Before…right before you did what you did, I was thinking of ways to leave.”

  His face darkened, but when she didn’t break away from his hold, Michael brought his brow to hers, and he kissed her neck.

  “And now?” he asked.

  He was a killer. He was her captor. But he had kept her safe, and he promised to keep doing nothing but. And when his fingers grazed against her cunt… “Right now, I’m not thinking of running.”

  Pulling off his pants, Michael tore her clothes away and settled inside her. “Good,” he said. “Don’t ever think about that again.”

  He began a slow, smooth stroke against the space of her wet walls, and Lily felt her body sinking deeper into the mattress as he pushed his palms into her shoulders.

  “Not thinking about running now, are you?”

  Not now. Maybe never again. She forgot her parents and Dan; she forgot the body being buried in the desert. Stretching towards him, Lily wrapped her arms around his taut torso, and she rested her head against his chest. “No,” she whispered. “I’m not.”<
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  Michael’s cock swirled and pushed inside her, and Lily touched his face with a sure hand.

  “Take care of me,” she whispered.

  He kissed her lips lightly, and his cock moved deeper. “Always,” he promised. “Forever.”

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN Lily Nielsen stirred in her sleep. In her dreamscape, she saw the rapidly fading image of a road stretching behind her for miles, and she had the sensation of moving away from something that she couldn’t name. For the slightest of seconds, she caught the sight of her mother reaching for her with a soft, sad smile and open arms. Something told Lily that she should move towards the waiting embrace. But as soon as her feet hit the asphalt, her head whipped over her shoulder and she saw the lines of a broad muscular back mounted on a chopper, speeding off into the opposing distance. Her lips tried to form the name Michael , but only a silent scream hit the air. Michael didn’t stop; he simply hit the gas harder. As Lily watched him disappear over the horizon, she sank to the road. The sand-swept gravel did not break her descent; she was falling deeper, deeper still, her hands flailing wildly as she tried to reach for something, for anything, for Michael…