AFFLICTED: A Dark Bad Boy Romance

by Nicole Fox

  Koen gripped my hips tightly and slid his cock into me from behind.

  I moaned low as his tool began to fill me. The pleasure I felt was unreal, like his cock had become the center of my world, and nothing could ever possibly measure up to it again. I pushed back slowly, meeting him, enveloping him with my lips, sliding him into my warmth.

  He groaned loudly as his fingertips pressed deeper into my flesh, hard enough that I'd be feeling the bruises tomorrow.

  Tonight, though, I didn't give a damn about any bruises, or any tomorrows. I just wanted him to fuck me ‘til we were both exhausted, fuck me like he really owned me.

  He began to slide in and out of me faster, his heavy balls coming up and rubbing my clit with each thrust.

  I pushed back into him as I dropped lower on my hands, putting my ass further in the air. Every stroke of his cock passed over my clit, and I screamed out in what must have sounded like the wails of the dying.

  He really started to really go at it, then. With one hand, he pulled me back harder onto his cock, going deeper than any man ever had. With the other, he slapped my behind, just like that first time in his office.

  Pain flashed through my backside, but it was beautiful, wonderful pain that just seemed to punctuate the pleasure throughout the rest of my body. I thrust myself back harder into him, his cock rubbing my g-spot with each stroke in and out. I even bit down on a knuckle to try and stop the keening wail coming from my throat.

  It didn't work. I just screamed out around the knuckle-sandwich, my eyes squeezed tight, tears nearly streaming down my face as my whole body disappeared in a river of mind-erasing pleasure.

  Still, he drove into me, pushing my senses to their limits.

  My arms wobbled and I collapsed to my elbows, my mind screaming for me to stop, that this was just too much to handle at one time. The rest of the body, though, answered with a resounding, “No!” I pushed back harder into him, another cry splitting my throat and filling the room.

  He began to slow after a while, and I gasped in both relief and disappointment. “What?” I asked, confused as to what was happening. I hadn't felt him cum yet.

  “I need to look into your eyes,” he said, his voice tight and gravelly, as he pulled out of me and flipped me over on my back.

  I didn't even have time to respond properly before he had me on my back, with my knees up against my chest. His cock was already back inside me, testing my limits again, his thickness rubbing along my g-spot with each movement, the base of his cock teasing my clit, as we gazed into each other eyes.

  We couldn't gaze for long, though. Soon, my eyes were tightly shut, tears nearly streaming down from them, as he began to fuck me again. Feeling tiny in his big hands, and with his cock buried deep inside me, I cried out as he pressed his lips to mine, covering my mouth.

  He groaned low and sped up his pace. He was close, and when Koen was close, he gave it his all.

  I screamed out again, another orgasm just on the horizon like a train speeding towards me. “Fuck me, Koen. Fuck me like this is the last time,” I yelled, that train still bearing down on me. I knew I'd be caught in its path as it raced towards me, but I didn't care. I pushed back against him, groaning and screaming into his mouth, my nails raking up and down his back.

  His whole body went rigid and I swear he grew in size. His lips left mine as I felt him explode inside me, filling me to the brim.

  I cried out, my whole body seizing and shaking as I clamped down around his cock. We came together like that, our limbs entangled, my mind empty except for the pleasure filling my body. I'd never had such an intense moment as this, where I'd felt so connected to another human being.

  And, as I scratched my nails down his bare back one last time before Koen withdrew from me, I knew I might never again.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Jace

  I wasn't sure what was more uncomfortable: the wire beneath my top, the gun tucked into my boot, or having to watch the birthday party right next door to us as we met with Aleksey in the park. The three of us stood out like sore thumbs, but not quite as badly as the half-dozen Thunder Riders who weren't more than twenty paces away.

  Aleksey wasn't what I'd expected. He was tall and slim, and seemed to keep himself in good shape. His face was hard, though, with the no nonsense look of a Cossack. Cold, uncaring, cruel when he needed to prove a point. But, unlike Sven, he had impeccable taste. His suit was well tailored, his clothes perfectly cut. No Russian mobster cliché, there.

  The Wolf's gray eyes peered out at Koen from beneath a heavy brow, taking his measure with each word that left my partner-in-crime's mouth. Every so often he would flick his eyes towards me, but quickly would divert his attention back to Koen.

  “So, now that you've broken from your little gang, you want to join mine?” the Wolf asked Koen before glancing my direction, maybe to see my reaction.

  “Look,” Koen said, “I've been on the wrong side of things for years. I can help you on your little security situation.”

  Aleksey chuckled, his eyes darting between the two of us. “Security situation? Tell me of this security situation you've heard about.”

  Koen leaned forward. “Know you're having problems with people knocking over trucks. I can help you stop it, and even bring something else to the table.” He slid the manila folder containing the sealed bidding contracts for the state police and the Louisiana National Guard.

  I glanced around as Aleksey opened the folder with terse movements and began to pore over it. I realized as I sat the park picnic table, with all those children playing around us, eating hot dogs and burgers and chips, that I couldn't do it. I just couldn't do it.

  The death of my brother was awful, one of the worst things I'd ever experienced in my shitty life. I'd gladly have shot Aleksey to balance the scales. I'd have tortured him to death if I had to, burned him alive, electrocuted him. You name it.

  But, at what point did my revenge become so much that it tipped the scales back the other way? At what point did I create more harm than good by my less-than-moral actions?

  Sven had deserved, and so did Aleksey. But, if I injured a child while I tried to level justice on the Wolf’s head, I'd never forgive myself. This was where I had to draw the line. I'd keep my gun in my boot. That was the only way to go.

  Like it, or not, I wasn't going to be killing Aleksey today. And, if things went right with the sting operation, I never would. Instead, he'd be locked up between foot-thick walls, and out of my reach.

  The pit of my stomach ached. But, then, as I looked at Koen, I realized what I would have missed out on anyways if I'd gone through with the plan: the chance at actual happiness. Vengeance can't provide that for you, can't help you live a real life, and it certainly can't hold you close and keep you warm at night.

  # # #

  Koen

  I wasn't sure if Aleksey Volkov was biting, or not. He seemed twice as cagey as I'd imagined. And, Hell, he didn't even know about the disguised van full of federal agents just around the corner.

  Beside me, Jace sighed, and Aleksey and I both glanced over at her. She just gave us a “what?” look and shrugged her shoulders.

  “Where did you get this?” Aleksey asked. “And why do you think I would care for it?”

  “I think . . .” I said, searching for just the right words. “I think, every businessman alive needs an edge. That's why I want to work with you, Mr. Volkov. You have that edge, even if you're taking hits on trucks. Everybody out there whispers about you, about what you can really do.”

  Aleksey laughed, his eyes switching back to linger on Jace for a bit longer this time. He seemed awfully focused on her, which I guess was a good thing. He smiled a little, his eyes tracing over her face and form before he turned back to me. “So, what is it that these people say about me, then?”

  “They say,” I replied as I leaned in closer to him, “that you're running some serious firepower. And I want in on any organization that can pull that off.” As
I spoke to him, though, his eyes drifted from my face and back to Jace's. He was distracted by her, that much was certain.

  Aleksey laughed again, sitting back from me. “People say all sorts of things,” he said, making a dismissive gesture with his hand. “Want me tell you what I hear about you?”

  Of course he'd heard about me, and definitely done some digging when Fed approached him. A man like Aleksey Volkov didn't get far in this world if he didn't do his research. But, still, it was disconcerting to know that a man like The Wolf was checking into your background. “Sure,” I said. “Shoot.”

  “They tell me that you are a big biker,” he said as he shut the folder containing the sealed bid. “Real American bad ass,” he added sarcastically, “who is on the outs with his Fire and Brimstone buddies. I kid, of course. You have solid reputation, Mr. Baldwin, very positive.” He paused, made a face, and didn't continue further.

  “So, that a problem or something?” I asked, a little confused by the way he'd phrased things.

  “My problem, as you say, is that you seem a little too positive, Mr. Baldwin. A little too nice, from what I hear. I need ruthless men, men willing to do whatever it takes. I don't believe you have that.”

  “That a no, then?” I grumbled.

  He shook his head slowly, baring his teeth at me as he smiled. “I'm sorry, Mr. Baldwin, but I don't think any alliance would work out for my benefit.”

  Frustrated, I shook my head. “Fine,” I replied, reaching across to take back the closed folder. “That's how you feel, guess we'll be leaving.”

  He slapped his hand down on the manila folder, pinning it to the picnic table. “Not so fast, though,” he said, his attention turning to Jace. “Don't I know you from somewhere?”

  Motherfucker.

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Koen

  Volkov's eyes widened just a fraction of an inch as he asked Jace his question.

  She feigned ignorance. “Who? Me?” she asked, laughing nervously.

  A spike of fear immediately shot through me. I hadn't even thought about whether or not someone as far up the food chain as Aleksey would ever recognize Jace, just another girl working on her back. “This is over,” I said, my immediate focus on getting both my woman and myself out of there in one piece.

  “Yes,” Aleksey said, standing up from the picnic table abruptly and stepping clear of the bench. “I believe it is. Have a good life, Mr. Baldwin.” And, with that, he turned and headed through the children to the six Thunder Riders who were assembled just a short distance away, glaring and pacing as they watched their boss approach them.

  This didn't look good. Not at all. “We gotta go,” I said, grabbing Jace by the forearm and jumping up from the bench with the folder tightly gripped.

  “What the fuck?” Jace squalled as I bodily ripped her from the table and dragged her tiny frame behind me, her heels sliding through the grass as she tried to find purchase. “Koen! You're hurting me!”

  “Move, Jace!” I said, my voice low and serious. I glanced back over my shoulder as she finally found her footing and started tramping through the grass beside me.

  Aleksey had finally met with his Thunder Rider security. He looked back at us, pointedly, then turned back to his security detail and gave a sharp nod. Three of the Riders crossed after us. Not running, just walking quickly as we headed back to my bike, and away from innocent bystanders.

  I wanted to head straight for Fed and Agent McKesson, who were parked with the rest of their team right around the corner, but heading that way would take me through a long expanse of empty park. At least, this direction led to my bike, and a reasonable getaway. I could meet up with the feds later, if we made it out of this without any new holes to breathe through.

  “Three of them are following us.” I said to Jace under my breath. “When I tell you to run, I want you to run. Got it?”

  Still rubbing her arm where I'd grabbed her, she simply nodded. She reached down, grabbed my hand tightly and squeezed harder. She was shaking like a leaf, and I couldn't blame her. Not one bit.

  We broke through a line of trees, and my bike was finally within sight. I glanced back in time to see the Thunder Riders pick up their pace to close the gap. They were three abreast, maybe ten feet apart, and all ugly as sin. Big bruisers with necks tattoos, swastikas on their upper arms, and grimy oil-covered jeans.

  Up ahead, though, I could see a New Orleans transit cop making his rounds. Sure, he wasn't Agent McKesson and her feds or anything, but he was at least a law enforcement officer.

  “Run,” I yelled, pulling Jace along with me as I took off a breakneck speed. I glanced back over my shoulder as we sprinted off, saw the Rider on my right reaching inside his vest.

  The three of them took off after us, with the one on the right dropping his hand from inside his vest so he could catch up. Beside me, Jace huffed and puffed, her long legs still having to work extra hard to keep up with me.

  “Stop!” one of the Thunder Riders yelled. Whether it was at me, or the guy who'd gone to draw his gun earlier, I had no idea.

  I looked back, my heart thumping so hard I worried it might rip out of my chest and just keep on running if I stumbled.

  The guy on the right had drawn his pistol, stopped, and leveled the barrel at us. He had to have been more than thirty or forty feet away, but if he was a good enough shot that wouldn't matter much.

  There's two rules a man should live by. Don't bring a knife to a gunfight. And, don't stay at a gunfight when you don't have a gun.

  “Get down!” I yelled, pulling Jace to the ground with me as the loud pops of gunfire split the city air. The wire I wore beneath my shirt had been uncomfortable before, but now it was digging into my chest as I sandwiched it between my chest and the park.

  I found a distant part of my brain wondering if the FBI would send me a bill if I broke it, just as I heard the bullets whiz over us like angry hornets, spinning through the air as they continued onto into the city street ahead. We buried ourselves in the grass, hands cradling the backs of our heads.

  Another pop of a gun firing, another bullet flying by. This time, it kicked up grass just to my left, barely missing me by a couple feet.

  That was about enough for me! If they got any closer, I was going to have to risk running, which was never a good idea. It just gave a shooter time to line up his shot.

  I glanced up, saw the cop car stop with its lights on. A police officer was already out and came running from the passenger side, sprinting towards us. The patrol car took off, its lights still going, as it headed up to the other side of the park.

  Beside me, Jace stirred in the grass, rolling over on her side. “Shit,” she groaned, her voice breathless.

  Panic flashed inside me. “You hit?” I asked, my voice coming out more frantic than I'd intended.

  “No,” she gasped out. “Wind knocked from me, that's all.”

  I rolled over a little and looked back as the cop came running up to us, his walkie-talkie chattering like the whole department was on the horn.

  “In pursuit,” he yelled into the crackle, pop, hiss as he gripped the radio on his shoulder. He went running past us, his boots tramping through the perfectly manicured grass. “Stay down,” he yelled at us as he headed into the park after the three Thunder Riders.

  I looked at Jace as soon as the cop passed us, and she nodded immediately. We didn't have any intention of sticking around. Together, we climbed to our feet and went off at a run, angling towards my bike.

  The moments trudged by as we ran to it, my head pounding, my feet slapping the ground. Every step we took was one that brought us closer to safety and took us farther from danger. We hopped on the back of my chopper and I started her up. We took off down the street, headed for our rendezvous point with Fed, McKesson, and the rest.

  “That,” Jace shouted right into my ear, over the roar of my bike, “is the only time I've ever been glad to see a cop!”

  I grinned back at her, my adrenaline fi
nally wearing off. We'd made it out alive. But, the real question was whether or not we'd gotten enough to convict Aleksey Volkov.

  # # #

  Jace

  “None of it?” Koen, seated beside me, asked with a look of total dejection on his face. “You've got to be fucking shitting me! I ruined my fucking life over this!”

  I silently shook my head, my fists resting on my thighs, balled up tighter than a whore's pussy on her first day. I couldn't believe this. All that trouble, all that effort, Koen ruining his life, me not taking my shot.

  We were sitting in the back of the FBI's surveillance van, surrounded by radio transmitters and blinking screens. I might have even thought it was cool, like we were in an episode of CSI: New Orleans or some shit, but I was too damned pissed to think straight.