CORRUPTED: A Dark Bad Boy Romance

by Mia Miles

  “You know what I mean, man. There are a lot of guys down there who don’t need to be.”

  “I get it. I do. That’s why we need guys like you, who have been around for a minute, to come down and show these kids the ropes. Show them what it means to be a Renegade Lion. Hell, you know Blades isn’t hitting on shit, and Ren is too damn old to do much more than call the shots. We need more young-bloods to be active. Now that you and Brittney are established, and you’ve got me paid off, you can relax a little bit, bro. What good is success if you don’t enjoy it a little bit?”

  “Alright, I’ll see what we can do,” I told him.

  “Good deal. Take it easy.” He clapped me on the back and walked over to his motorcycle. I stood there and watched as the engine roared to life and he pulled away from the curb.

  What I had neglected to mention to Cutter was that I was also trying to make as much money as possible so I could help send Brittney to nursing school, so that I wasn’t the only one getting to live out their dreams. We were a team, and that meant I had to look out for her as much as I looked out for myself. I felt like I didn’t have a lot of time left for the MC after work. Brittney had practically twisted my arm to get me to take Cutter out to dinner to celebrate paying off the last installment of the loan we’d taken out from him.

  I took a deep steadying breath and walked back into the restaurant, trying to leave all the MC bullshit on the sidewalk where I had talked to Cutter. Brittney stood up as I approached the table. She was the epitome of class and beauty with her wavy hair swept up and back and an elegant black evening gown that complimented her body perfectly. Her earrings dangled and sparkled in the light of the room. She looked delicious.

  “Is everything okay?” she asked as I walked up to her.

  I wanted to take her in my arms and kiss her. I wanted to feel her against me. I wanted to show all of my appreciation for everything she’d done, but I knew that wasn’t the right way to handle our relationship. We weren’t romantic. There may have been a chance for that if we hadn’t ended up as business partners. Even that was temporary.

  “Yeah, everything’s fine,” I told her. “It’s just MC business.”

  She reached out and put a hand on my arm. Her gentle touch was the most reassuring thing I’d ever felt. I knew that with Brittney by my side there wasn’t anything to worry about, whether with our business, the MC, or anything else.

  “Are you sure?” she asked me, looking into my eyes. There was more than just a friendly concern in them.

  “Yeah,” I said, shaking my head, shaking off the worry my brother had planted in my mind. “Are we done here?” I asked her, dismissing her caring look.

  “Yeah, I think so. I’ve paid the check and everything. Are you sure you’re alright, Nails? You seem like something’s bothering you,” she said, running her hand along my arm. She was standing so close to me I could feel the warmth from her body.

  “You know what? Let’s celebrate tonight,” I told her, putting my arm across her shoulders. I couldn’t ignore my desire for her any longer.

  “Are you sure?” she asked suspiciously. “What are we celebrating?”

  “Being out from underneath my brother. I don’t know about you but I’ve been pretty worried about it. I hate being indebted to people.”

  “I’ve noticed,” she said slowly.

  “Let’s get a room, get a bottle of champagne, and drink until morning,” I said.

  “Nails, I’m not sure that’s such a good idea.”

  “Why not? If we get hungry we can get room service. We can watch movies. Or we can just sleep on a really comfortable bed until we wake up in the morning instead of having an alarm go off.”

  “I think we should get you home,” Brittney said.

  I took her in both of my arms and held her to me, leaning down so that our foreheads met. “It’s like my brother said tonight. What’s it worth if we’re not going to enjoy it? We’ve done really well for ourselves, and I sure as hell couldn’t have done it without you. You have worked just as hard as I have, if not harder. You need this as much as I do, Brittney.”

  “But I know you, Nails. I know how you think. I know how you operate.” Her hands pressed on my chest through my shirt. She looked down.

  “You haven’t seen anything yet,” I warned her. “Come on.”

  I took Brittney by one of her thin, feminine hands and pulled her with me to the front desk of the hotel attached to the restaurant. I secured us a suite near the top floor for the night. I pulled her into the elevator with me, but I didn’t pull her to me. I didn’t put her against the wall and start making out with her the way I would have done anyone else.

  Brittney Chase was a different kind of woman. She wasn’t someone I could just use and take advantage of. I felt like we’d both earned a break, a chance to let our hair down, over the last few months, working together. I knew what she expected from me. She’d known me long enough to know the type of person I was, but I wanted to show her it didn’t always have to be that way.

  The elevator doors opened, and we walked into the hall. I checked the room number on the key card and stepped off the elevator. She followed. I was no longer dragging her by her hand but letting her come with me of her own free will. That told me whether or not she wanted to be there. She could leave whenever she was ready.

  Chapter Nine

  Brittney

  “Here’s to making an unstoppable team.” Nails held his glass of champagne up to mine. We clinked our glasses together and drank. He was in a mood to celebrate, and despite my initial hesitation, I wasn’t really in a position to try to stop him.

  We did make a good team. There was no denying that. As the bubbles from the champagne tickled my throat, I thought back on the last few months. I had never imagined I would be working in another office, working for someone other than my father in a position that essentially amounted to being an office manager.

  “Let’s put on some music,” Nails said, pulling out his phone. He tapped the screen a few times, and classic rock filled the room. It was Kansas. Nails started to sing along.

  I laughed and drank some more of my champagne as I watched him. Some stereotypes were true, I guessed. I had noticed that Nails really had a thing for the classics, everything from Elvis to Aerosmith. If it had a guitar and some attitude, he was all over it.

  It felt good to see him letting his hair down for a change. He had been right about how much he’d stressed out over the money he owed Cutter and the amount of work he expected of himself. We often worked from before dawn to well into the night. If he was there, I was there. Someone had to watch out for him and make sure he didn’t work himself to death. I was sure he would have if no one had been around to stop him.

  “What?” He caught me standing next to the bed staring at him. He stopped singing and walked over to me.

  “I just don’t think I’ve seen you in this good of a mood as long as I’ve known you,” I told him.

  “Well, I have you to thank for it,” he said, putting an arm around my waist and pulling me to him.

  “No, I think you have those beers you drank at dinner and the champagne up here to thank for it,” I teased him.

  “Okay, it might be helping a little bit,” he admitted. Our faces were close enough that I could almost taste his breath. I could feel his heart pounding and his chest heaving through his shirt. My heart raced with his, pounding out the same beat in my chest.

  He pressed his hips against me, and I could feel his hardening desire through his jeans. He pressed his bulge hard between my legs, sending a surge of pleasure and longing through my body that took my breath away.

  In the time that we’d worked together, I had started to develop feelings for him. Watching him work every day, the care he put into everything he did for his clients, it was hard not to fall for such a dedicated, hard-working man. At the same time, he was able to maintain the manner in which he usually treated me. He was still respectful towards me no matter how much he
had worked.

  I couldn’t believe we were here, in the hotel room, alone, a couple of drinks in our hands, music playing in the background, and pressed together in the middle of the room like the rest of the world no longer existed. It was just the two of us.

  “Is this okay?” I asked him.

  “What do you think?”

  I licked my lips. I didn’t know what to think. We had been successful together at work. We had been living together since that night in the cabin. We were just supposed to be business partners. We weren’t supposed to be lovers. I was just supposed to be working with him until I got into school. He had even mentioned using the business to help me get into school and to help me get through it.

  I was starting to question what I really wanted. I wanted to be a nurse, but I also found fulfillment in working closely with Nails to run his business. I felt like I had a purpose, and that purpose was helping him succeed. I was also finding that I had other desires, other wants I never would have imagined.

  I tilted my head and pressed my lips against his. Our mouths locked together, and the arm that was around my waist slid up until Nails had a hand on the back of my head, holding me into the kiss as our mouths opened and his tongue pushed into my mouth.

  He tasted like champagne, but even if he hadn’t, his kiss still would have been intoxicating. I put my glass down clumsily on the table next to us and took his face in both my hands. Suddenly, all the desire that had been locked away deep inside over the last few months unraveled and exploded. I couldn’t contain myself.

  My thighs trembled, and my wet core quivered for him. I grabbed him by the vest and turned around, so that the bed was behind me. I sat down on the thick, soft mattress and pulled him with me as I scooted back.

  His hands were on my thighs, pushing up the skirt of my dress. His lips gently touched my shoulders and neck while his hands reached my hips and his fingers wrapped around the top of the lace panties I was wearing.

  I let go of his vest and grabbed the firm, flexing muscles of his upper arms while he kissed down my neck to the skin between my breasts, just above my bra. His hands pulled my panties and slid them down my legs. His touch was soft and smooth, but the way his hands moved commanded my attention.

  I spread my legs after he pulled my wet panties past my feet and dropped them to the floor. I wanted to give myself to him. I wanted him to take me right there on that bed.

  “You should have done this that night in the cabin,” I whispered up to him.

  “Why is that?” he asked with a playful smirk on his face.

  “It would have been perfect,” I told him. “Claim me as yours.”

  He ran his hands up my sides and brought them around to my breasts, running his palms over me before gripping me with those strong fingers. He squeezed me through the fabric of my dress and my bra.

  He sat back his knees. I whined as I reached for him. I rocked my hips up at him, begging him to come back down to me. He smiled down at me as shrugged off his vest and pulled his shirt off over his head. Then, while he worked off his belt and his jeans, I pulled my dress over my head and unclasped my bra.

  His body was perfectly sculpted. I wanted to touch his chest and stomach to feel the contours of his flesh. I looked down between his legs and saw the prize waiting for me, long and hard, stretching out for me.

  He pulled a condom out of his pocket before he let his jeans fall to the floor and tore open the packet. I watched as he rolled it down his solid shaft. Then, he grabbed wrapped and arm around my waist again, lifting me up off the bed.

  He pressed himself against my wet lips, and my body shivered. My muscles contracted, trying to grip him, trying to beg him to enter me.

  “Please,” I moaned up at him. “Take me, Nails.”

  He pulled me onto him, pushing himself deep into me. Then, with his hands on my back, he pulled me up until I was straddling his lap with his cock pressed deep inside my center. My lips quivered as I tried to breathe.

  He rocked me, thrusting himself back and forth in me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and started rolling my hips against him. My muscles trembled with ecstasy as his shaft stroked them inside me.

  “You like that?” he asked.

  I bit my lower lip as I rolled my hips slowly. “Mhm. I want to make you cum,” I told him, whispering in his ear.

  He grabbed me by shoulders and pulled me down as he shoved his hips up against me. I threw my head back and cried out. Then, his lips were on my neck. I loosened the grip my arms had and allowed myself to lean back, against his arms. He kissed my chest, and continued to move his lips down to my breasts. His lips slid down to one of my nipples and gently wrapped around it.

  I rocked my hips, rocking him inside of me while he sucked on the tender skin hardening to a point on my breast. His teeth grazed me as his shaft rocked against my g-spot. I moaned and pressed my hips down harder, drawing him in deeper and deeper still.

  I could feel him growing harder, straighter, stiffer inside me. He grabbed my shoulders again and pulled me down, forcing me to grind myself against him, running his length deep inside me.

  I could feel him getting closer and closer to orgasm. He grew harder and his body seemed to hum with ecstasy. He grunted – almost growled – as he held me down on his hips and rocked himself into me. He moved faster and faster, his thrusts growing more and more intense. Soon, he was pounding himself into me. He pulled me back against his chest and held me to his firm, flexing muscles.

  His whole body was so tight, and his cock was so hard, I couldn’t contain myself any longer. I put my arms around him and gripped him to me. I held on for dear life as pleasure started to push through my body in a wave.

  “I’m going to cum, baby,” I told him. “Don’t stop. I’m going to cum.”

  But he did stop. He pushed himself deep inside me one time and held himself there. The pleasure between us spiked, and my body erupted. At the same time, I felt his cock jerk inside me as he came with me.

  Our bodies became one through ecstasy as we came together. I shook violently against him, unable to control my hips as they rocked hard against his. He leaned forward and lay me down on my back as he started thrusting into me again.

  “Oh, god, baby,” he called out. “Fuck.”

  “Yes,” I cried as he pounded himself deep into me, his cock still jerking as he emptied himself.

  He slowed down, his thrusts becoming gentler as his body relaxed. He finally collapsed beside me on the hotel bed. We lay there panting for a few minutes, otherwise silent, not talking. He took my hand in his and squeezed, lacing our fingers together.

  It had finally happened, and it had been more than I had expected. I already wanted to go again, just as soon as my heart and lungs recovered from the first time. I closed my eyes and listened to both of our bodies. I felt like I could heard his heartbeat through the bed.

  He reached down and pulled the condom off, tossing it into the trashcan next to the bed.

  “Damn,” he finally said.

  “Indeed,” I agreed. I was in awe of what had just happened. I was also in awe of how long we’d been lying on the bed holding hands.

  We moved together as we rolled toward each other. We both got up and pulled the covers back before climbing back into bed together. He put his arms around me under the covers and pulled me to him.

  We spooned on the soft, cool silky sheets of the hotel bed. I pressed my ass against him, feeling his sex as it was still slowly coming down. He held me against him and breathed heavily at my back. His chest heaved against me. I could feel every curve of every muscle.

  Soon, his heart slowed, his breathing returned to normal, and I felt his grip around my waist relax. I felt safe next to him, safe in his arms. I smiled at the irony. This was the man who had choked me out in my father’s driveway and tied me to a chair in his cabin while threatening me with a knife; yet, here we were, embracing in the dim light of a hotel lamp after having a few drinks and sleeping together to celebrate ope
ning a successful business together.

  We had come a long way, and it hadn’t taken us all that long. Of course, now that things were getting serious, I had to question my initial plan to use his business just to pay for school. I was beginning to think I didn’t want to use him for anything. Instead, I wanted to be with him.

  Chapter Ten

  Nails

  “Hey, let me take you out to dinner tonight.” I leaned over Brittney’s desk. Days had passed since the night we went out with Cutter, the night we slept together, and neither one of us had said anything about it. We were avoiding the elephant in the room, and I felt like it was high time to address the situation and what it meant for us now.