Midnight Ryde: A Bad Boy MC Romance

by Melissa Merit

  After another minute of grueling cold, I turned off the water and dried myself off with the horribly scratchy device that seemed more like cardboard than an actual towel, but did a reasonable job of drying my body regardless. Wrapping my hair up into the towel, I made my way to the sink to see what other goodies the motel had to offer me during this time of much-needed distraction.

  Once again, I found myself anything but disappointed. The sink held a tiny bottle of motel lotion that almost smelled pleasant, a tiny tube of toothpaste, and a unopened tube of, no doubt, incredibly red lipstick judging by the color of the tube.

  Oh, this was going to be fun.

  Using the lotion, I was relieved to find that my skin didn’t immediately start to itch or melt or anything else strange. In fact, it almost felt like actual lotion, if it weren’t for the subtly plasticine feeling the lingered after it dried.

  Making my way back to the wardrobe, I pulled out the set of unmentionables that looked like it might not be too big and broke the seal on the undergarment bag. The material of the lingerie was absolutely terrible, but it didn’t look too hideous. If nothing else, it looked like the perfect underwear to see how serious Ryder was about cutting off any clothing that wasn’t abandoned within thirty seconds of his command.

  Once I pulled on the cheap underwear and hooked the bra that certainly left nothing to the imagination, I dared myself to look in the mirror, wondering exactly how ridiculous I probably looked. To my surprise, I almost looked kind of hot. The fabric of the underwear and bra were nothing more than cheap lace, doing little to shield any underlying skin. Still, the shape was what it should be, and despite being a trashy vibrant red, it almost looked like something a guy would like.

  With a smile, I thought about how much cheap lace like this used to bother me because of how easily it tore, and now it was practically a selling point because of the idea of Ryder physically tearing it off of me.

  I was so close to putting myself back in the cold shower.

  After doing a makeshift job of brushing my teeth with the tiny tube of toothpaste, I began to wonder how else I could pass the time. Surely this room held no other secrets, and I was absolutely certain that if I didn’t busy myself with something, these panties would be soaked before Ryder even got back to do it himself.

  Grinning, I thought of how amusing it might be to add the cheap lipstick to the motel room lingerie. Figuring I had nothing to lose, I tore open the plastic wrapper on the lipstick and removed the top. It was actually a deeper red than I expected, but I had no doubt it would probably still look ridiculous. After applying it carefully, I stepped back to view myself as I towel-dried my hair and let it loose.

  The reflection of me was mesmerizing in a strange way. It was very clearly me, but I looked different. I was a girl with wild hair and cheap lipstick and motel lingerie that were especially designed to be worn once and thrown away. My cheeks were flushed because I couldn’t stop thinking about a man I had just met spanking me and then taking me with feral abandon, and I had more orgasms within twelve hours than I possibly ever had in my life.

  I didn’t know if I should be proud or horrified, but regardless the girl in front of me looked tough.

  I couldn’t help but smile over that realization in a deranged sort of way. I may be hunted down or arrested, but at least I looked tough enough to handle it.

  I wrapped myself in a cheap hotel robe before I sat down on the bed, and began to scrolling absent-mindedly through my social media. It was surreal to see everyone’s casual posts as if the entire world hadn’t shifted last night. In a way, I yearned for it, but more than anything I just felt awake for the first time. I felt like I was living between two different worlds.

  Realizing that I needed to keep my phone alive in case Ryder called, I stopped my social media surfing and turned on the TV. The quality wasn’t great, and the channels all seemed to be boring, in other languages, or porn. Of course, I was probably the first person to ever try to just casually watch this TV for entertainment.

  Finally, I settled on watching some infomercial advertising some diamond necklace for an unbelievably low price. Though, I’d be lying if a part of me hadn’t considered watching the porn channel right next to it. It wasn’t usually my thing, but, hey, apparently that could have changed.

  Two hours passed, and I was starting to get anxious again.

  I fiddled with the comforter between my fingers in an attempt to quell some of the physical tension within my body.

  When Ryder knocked on the door, I damn near cried with relief as I raced to let him in. Clearly he had decided not to go after Tyler after all.

  He was safe.

  I tore open the door, ready to tackle him when my eyes widened in horror at the sight of Tyler, James, and some other vicious looking gang member stood before me. Under no circumstances had I anticipated the possibility of anyone but Ryder knowing where I was, and now it seemed like the most ridiculous mistake to make.

  Springing into action, I attempted to slam the door shut so I could lock them out, but James was too fast, throwing open the door with remarkable ease, sending me flying backwards into the wall with a scream. I stumbled back, trying to put distance between me and them.

  James grabbed me in an instant, the other guy immediately grabbing my other arm.

  Wasting no time, I screamed bloody murder just as Tyler closed and locked the door.

  “Gag the bitch,” Tyler snarled.

  “I can think of something that would shut that pretty little mouth up,” James said, grinning cruelly.

  I fell silent.

  “I won’t scream,” I said, eyes wide.

  James and the other guy were being anything but gentle as they gripped my arms tightly, holding me between them.

  “That’s a very smart decision,” Tyler said with no lack of true, raw menace.

  The reality of how badly Ryder had beaten him was present in every part of him. He had been absolutely brutalized by Ryder’s fists. Tyler’s entire face was swollen and in various shades of purples and reds. Even his right eye was swollen to the point of forcing him into a constant grimace.

  My stomach began to churn at the prospect of what they were planning on doing to me. This was very, very bad.

  “See, this all could have been avoided if you had just stopped being such a little cocktease last night,” Tyler said. Judging by the look in his eyes, it was clear that even talking was hurting him.

  “I—,” I began, not even knowing where I intended to go with it. Arguing him seemed like it wouldn’t go over well at all.

  “Shut up, slut,” James said, shaking me firmly by my arm.

  “Thank you, James,” Tyler replied. I bit my tongue and swallowed the rage that threatened to pour out. If I fought them, they might kill me.

  “See, when I saw you, I knew that I was going to treat you like a whore,” Tyler continued. “But it wasn’t until I heard that you ran off with that Sparrow piece of shit that I realized how much worse I could actually treat you.”

  Unrelenting fear poured out of my heart and into my arteries, and I began to shake.

  Killing me seemed like the nicest thing that Tyler was going to do to me, and I considered sobbing and begging him not to hurt me.

  “Now you see, Sara,” Tyler said. “We don’t treat girls who have fucked around with Sparrows like ladies, and I can promise that by time I’m done with you and you’re broken beyond repair, I’m going to call a free-for-all for my boys.”

  There was no stopping the frightened tears from forming in my eyes.

  “The way I see it,” he continued. “If you can say yes to the Sparrow alpha, then you can say yes to my entire gang.”

  “P-please,” I said, finding my voice. I had to do something, anything to placate them.

  “Bitch, I know you’re cock-hungry, but this is just pathetic,” Tyler said with a cruel glint in his eyes. “Besides, since you let Ryder get a cheap shot on me, I can’t even fuck you yet, but don’t worry,
Sara, I will.”

  The relief I felt knowing that he didn’t plan to attack me in that moment collided with the horror of knowing that he absolutely intended to in the future, which had me pale faced and shaking before him.

  “Besides,” Tyler said. “We have something else that needs to be handled before I break you and feed you to my dogs.”

  I didn’t want to know what it was.

  “Go on,” Tyler said, his voice thick with amusement. “Ask me.”

  “What do you have to do?” I asked, swallowing the lump in my throat. Unfortunately my mouth was bone dry and it did little help.

  “What do I have to do before what?” Tyler asked, with a disgusting smirk.

  “Before you break me,” I replied, closing my eyes and breathing deeply. He was enjoying this like the fucking monster he was.

  “You’re going to help us kill Ryder,” Tyler said, as if he had unveiled something truly great.

  Immediately, my fear was replaced with a blazing anger. I would not let them hurt Ryder. Not after everything he had done to protect me.

  “You’re out of your mind,” I hissed at Tyler, glaring.

  “James?” Tyler asked, turning to the massive thug to my left.

  James responded by using his left hand to firmly slap me across the face, forcing a wounded yelp to fly from my lips.

  “Just because I’m not going to have my way with you yet, doesn’t mean I’m not going to hurt you, Sparrow slut,” Tyler said, viciously.

  The pain in my cheek throbbed. He had let the palm of his hand full-on collide with my cheek.

  “I won’t help you hurt him,” I responded sharply, not caring if it got me hit again or not. These criminals were not going to use me to get to Ryder. There was no way that I would ever do anything to help them.

  What was their plan? Have me call him and lure him back?

  I absolutely would not do that.

  “Austin?” Tyler said to the guy holding my right arm, who responded in kind by slapping me so hard I saw stars.

  This time, I didn’t dignify it with a noise despite the dull ache in my temples.

  “See the thing is,” Tyler said, smiling cruelly. “I don’t need your help to draw Ryder back.”

  Tyler approached me, getting dangerously close. I watched him, afraid to struggle lest it anger him further and he cause him to decide that I’d be better off dead.

  He reached out, and his intent became clear. He smiled at the fear in my eyes.

  “Now what do you have on under here?” Tyler asked, mockingly as he reached for the tie of my robe.

  I began to struggle, consequences be damned.

  I would not be vulnerable like this for him again. I was ready to fight this time, and I was ready to fight hard.

  “If you don’t stop struggling, I’m just going to have James knock you out,” Tyler said with a shrug.

  I froze.

  Something told me that he wasn’t joking.

  “Good choice,” Tyler said, reaching out to pull the tie of the robe open. “You know, if you’re naked under here I might just fuck you after all.”

  Once it was undone, Tyler pulled open the front of my robe and starting laughing. “God, I knew you wanted to be fucked, but how much of a whore can you be?”

  His gaze was dark and lust-filled as he surveyed my body in the barely-there lace.

  I wanted to scream.

  “Guess I’m not raping you tonight, even though you’re clearly begging for it,” Tyler said, dragging a finger across the top of the lace panties.

  If I wasn’t still so horrified at the prospect of being exposed like this, I might have sagged with relief.

  I stiffened as Tyler began to pull the tie from my robe out through the loops.

  “Use this to gag her,” Tyler said to Austin, handing him the tie.

  Austin’s grip left my arm and was immediately replaced by James who roughly pulled me back against him, causing my robe to fall open entirely.

  Austin pressed the robe tie to my lips, and I opened them hesitantly.

  “God, it is going to be so sad to see this body completely destroyed,” Tyler said, trailing his finger down my side.

  I felt like I was going to vomit.

  James laughed, and Austin secured the gag in my mouth.

  “Find something to tie her up with,” Tyler said to Austin while continuing to leer at my exposed body as if I was some sort of specimen. “James, I think we might just have to get a video of her and your girl fooling around before we kill her. What do you think?”

  “I think that bitch will do anything I say, and I think we could have a lot of fun with them,” James said, in an astounding marathon of spoken words.

  My blood chilled at the thought of what his words might imply. Would Haley really help them rape me? Had she already?

  “Oh my god,” Austin’s voice said from behind me. “Look at this.”

  My eyes widened, wondering what he had found.

  Tyler immediately walked around James and I to go see what Austin had found, and the second he started speaking I understood.

  “You fucking slut,” Tyler said, sharply with a humorless laugh. “He had you tied up?”

  My breathing quickened in response to his tone. He sounded like he was getting closer and closer to killing me.

  “Fucking Sparrow whore,” Austin said with a giggle.

  “Wow, apparently we really need to break this one, boys,” Tyler said, and I felt my knees threatening to give out as I began shaking again from fear.

  “Oh, I think we can find a few good ways to do that,” Austin said with a laugh. “Look.”

  James spun, dragging me with him and not loosening his grip in the slightest. Before us, Austin stood, grinning wildly and holding up the condoms and lube.

  My vision swam.

  “Oh, we have got to capture those tears,” Tyler said. “Austin, James, hold this whore down.”

  James dragged me to the bed, forcing me onto it before pinning me down. Austin reassumed his position on my right arm as they each pinned down my arms and pulled the robe open to reveal me in my lingerie. Tyler strode up grinning.

  “Where’s your phone, sweetheart?” Tyler asked.

  I mumbled incoherently through the gag, wanting to trick them into taking it off.

  “It’s on the nightstand,” Austin said.

  Damn.

  Tyler nodded, grabbing the phone and then angling it at me. I froze as he began to snap picture after picture.

  “And now, a nice video,” Tyler said, smiling as he began recording. “Say hello slut,” Tyler said, looking at me as if he wanted to hurt me.

  I mumbled into the gag.

  “Hope you don’t mind that we opened your present, Ryder,” Tyler said placing his hand on my hip with a sharp laugh.

  I struggled against his touch.

  “Just a head’s up, we’re definitely going to use this one,” Tyler said, sliding his hand up my stomach and across my breasts.

  I screamed, losing myself thrashing as tears began to fall from my eyes.

  I couldn’t be this vulnerable. I couldn’t be.

  “Tell you what though,” Tyler said to the recording as he slid his hand down my body and over my crotch. “If you really want you can have her after we’re done, but if you show up with anyone but yourself, she’ll be dead before you get her.”

  He laughed again. I continued to screech, thrash, and cry.

  “Boys, do me a favor and flip the bitch over so we can see her ass,” Tyler demanded. I fought hard, but they flipped me with ease, regaining their grip on me immediately. My continued struggles didn’t seem to be inconveniencing them at all.

  “I thought you just might want to know where we were going to start,” Tyler said, and I began sobbing as I felt the smooth bottle of lube get tucked right under the band of my underwear in the center of my ass. I felt the cool box of condoms get placed on my lower back. “Bye, Ryder,” he said to the video.

 
I continued to cry.

  “Alright boys,” Tyler said. “Tie her to the bed and prepare to kill this fucking Sparrow garbage when he shows up. Leave the lube where I left it.”

  I fought fiercely against Austin and James as they dragged me up the bed, but they didn’t seem to care, moving me and tying me down with an almost practiced ease.

  The mere thought of it made me want to puke.

  “Alright, sent off the video and pictures,” Tyler said. “Now we’ll find out if Ryder is actually brave enough to face us.”

  James and Austin both had knives and James had a gun. Ryder was walking into an ambush, and it was my fault. Why had I opened the door without looking?

  Tyler had unlocked the door and now he and James were sitting on the bed while Austin watched for Ryder through the window.

  They were ready to kill him.

  Fourteen

  Ryder

  Sitting by Mark while Ben explained what had happened and what I was planning on doing felt normal, but I could barely focus beyond the point that Sara was alone and scared in that hotel room. Ben was just catching up on where they thought Tyler was when my phone began to go off with message after message from Sara.

  When I opened the phone, the rage that immediately rose up as I scrolled through the images had me ready to throw the fucking phone and start shooting people. As I got to the final one, which I realized with blood-boiling vitriol was a video, I was afraid that I would never be satisfied with how badly I wanted to hurt Tyler.

  The video of Sara in sheer red lace that is notably different from the underwear she had been wearing while she cried and screamed into a gag had me ready to kill every person between me and Tyler if that was what it took.

  “What are we going to do?” Ben asked the second the video ended.

  My hands shook with pent up rage.

  “Stay with Mark,” I said, standing up, turning towards him. “Give me your knife and your gun,” I commanded. “This ends tonight.”

  “You can’t go alone, boss,” Ben said. “They’ll kill you.”

  “The video said if I brought anyone, they would kill her,” I said. “I’m not going to let an innocent girl die because of our feud.”