Underworld Champions (The MC Outlaw Series) (9 page)

Sitting back on his knees, he takes his long, thick, hard cock in his hand,
and holds it ready as he inserts two fingers inside me, pulsing back and forth as he caresses his length. “I’m going to fuck you now, and I’m gonna keep fucking you until you can’t walk no more, let alone run. You feel me, baby?”

“Just fuck me,” I pant, not wanting to talk about ownership, or being claimed. I just want him. My body is screaming for him as he rolls his fingers over my clit
. We can deal with all the other shit later.

He touches himself at my entrance, his blue eyes piercing as he focuses on me and pushes himself in, inch by inch. Back and forth. Until he’s balls deep inside me. I gasp.

“You feel so fucking good baby.” His hips thrust as I rise up to meet him, grinding us together as his speed increases, pounding us together. He slips his hand between us, rubbing at my clit, causing me to call out as my hips buck.

My voice and the slap of our bodies echo in the bush setting, besides us, there’s only the sound of cicadas and the gentle trickle of the water running through the creek.

“Oh god!” I call out, my orgasm on the brink of exploding.

“Say my name. There’s no fucking god out
here, and you know it. There’s just you and there’s me. Call my name baby. My name.”

“Oh fuck!” I groan, rocking my head back as the intensity increases.

“My name baby. Say it. Say it as you cum.”

“Fuck! Cole!” I shriek,
as I climax beneath him, my body pulsing as my hips buck uncontrollably.

He groans and shudders, shooting his hot cum into my depths
, saying my name. My full name. “Oh Madeline.” It causes me to stiffen.

There are two names I don’
t like being called anymore. One of them is ‘Sunshine’ and the other is ‘Madeline’. Both because
he
– Liam – used to call me those. The name turns my stomach.

“Don’t call me that,” I say, my voice gone cold and emotionless as I fight the demons inside me, trying to keep the memories at bay.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, staring down at me, his face filled with concern.

“Just… get off me,” I say, pushing at him and looking away. Fuck. There are tears stinging my eyes. I don’t want to cry. I don’t want to cry.

“What the hell happened to you that’s got you so messed up?” he asks, taking a hold of my chin and forcing me to look him in the eye. I don’t want to, so I shut mine tight.

“Look at me baby. Open your eyes. Don’t do this again. There’s nothing wrong with this. We fucking belong to each other.”

I shake my head, and the tears come. I don’t want them to, but they come anyway. In torrents, they come.

“Oh fuck,” he says, hi
s voice strained as he scrambles to get us both dressed and decent again. His strong arms lift me up, and he carries me up the hill we rolled down and back through the park, all the way back to his bike.

I cry the whole
fucking time. I can’t stop. I’ve lost control. I’ve lost complete control.

When we come to a stop, Cole switches
off the motor, he removes my helmet, and lifts me off the bike. He doesn’t bother checking to see if I’ll walk myself. You see, he somehow knows me – understands me. Even though I don’t really want him to.

He carries me in
side a house. It’s not my parent’s and it’s certainly not the club. The décor is simple, yet rustic, with solid wooden floors, painted white walls and either wooden or leather furniture.

“Where are we?” I manage to ask, confused by the different surroundings.

“We’re at my place,” he murmurs, dropping a kiss on my head before carrying me to the bathroom where he has this massive claw foot bathtub. It looks like something out of a movie or a TV show. Not at all what I’d expect in the home of a man like Cole.

He runs the bath for me, then helps me out of my clothes and unties my hair, unravelling it gently, just like he did before. Lifting me into the tub, I let out a gasp as my body is enveloped in the warm water, the change in temperature causes my nipples to harden, and I know Cole notices.

Taking a sponge, he starts to soap up my body, and I just sit there, letting him bathe me. It’s relaxing me. It’s strange. But it’s relaxing me.

“Why are you doing this?” I ask after a while, turning my head so that I meet his eyes.

He shakes his head minutely. “I don’t know. It’s the only thing I could think to do. Sometimes you just need to wash shit away… you know?”

Dipping the sponge in the water, he squeezes it over my shoulders, rinsing the bubbles of soap away. The muscles in his forearm ripple under his tattooed flesh as he moves. I pull at my lip with my teeth, that fire he sets off inside me, igniting again.

“Will you get in here with me?” I whisper.

“Yeah. I’ll get in there with you.”

He stands, and pulls off his boots. He’s not in a rush. His movement is quite deliberate as he sets them to the side of the room, against the white tiled wall. Next, he pulls off his cut, laying it over the towel rail, closely followed by his shirt.

My breathing grows ragged as I watch him slowly reveal his perfectly toned abs, my eyes dragging over that sexy fucking V that I think every man should have. I sit up higher in the water, watching as he
finishes hanging his shirt and then moves to undo his pants.

I can’t help
myself. My hands move up to cup my breasts, squeezing my nipples as I watch him slowly revealing his cock to me. When it bounces free, I squeeze my tits harder, gasping out in anticipation of feeling that great big cock of his sliding in between my thighs.

“You are so fuckin’ magnificent,”” he growls, his voice rumbling through the room like a thousand promised orgasms.

“Get in here with me,” I whisper, my hand sliding down between my legs, rubbing at my sensitive nub as my eyes rake over his body.

He saunters over to the tub and lowers himself in, his eyes
meeting mine before lowering to watch my hand as it works my clit, causing my body to heat, on the verge of climax.

I climb onto his lap, lowering myself on top of him as I continue to play with my clit, moaning as he fills me, satisfying that yearning ache I had inside me.

“Oh baby,” he moans, thrusting himself up inside me. “Are you sure you’re ready to do this again?”

“Yes. Just keep calling me ‘baby’.”

The water splashes around us as we move together, spilling onto the floor in tiny waterfalls. “You’re cunt is like a fuckin’ vice.”

I squeeze myself tighter around him, gliding up and down his shaft as it fills my depths so fucking perfectly.

Lowering his head, he moans, taking my nipple into his mouth and biting on the end. The sensation sends a jolt straight down to my clit. I gasp, rubbing myself faster as I grind myself against him.

“Oh god, Cole. I’m going to cum. I’m going to…Oh yes!” I yell, jolting in the water, splashing it over the side as I explode around his cock.

“Hell yes,” he groans, spilling himself inside me, wrapping his arms around my body and taking my mouth in his. As his tongue enters my mouth, his piercing taps against my teeth. I slide my tongue over it, reminding myself that I’m with Cole. A man I want. A man I seem to need.

My breathing starts to quiver as my emotions get to me again. Oh fuck.

“No, no, no, no. Don’t do this again. What’s got you so upset baby? Just tell me. I don’t fuckin’ care what it is. It’s not gonna change anything,” Cole says softly, holding my face in his hands, his thumbs sliding over my cheeks to wipe at my new tears.

“It’s just… you’re the first –”

“Holy fuck. You weren’t a virgin were you?” he interrupts.

“No.” I shake my head. “Far from it. You’re just the first man I’ve ever wanted. Everyone else…it was for some sort of payment.”

“What are you sayin’?”

I slide off his lap, not wanting him inside me as I tell him who I am. He’s about to realise I’m no better than Monique. He may not want me afterwards.

“Alright. I’m just gonna tell you this like it’s no big deal alright? And I don’t want a big thing made out of it either. It all happened. It’s fucked, and my mind is a bit fucked right now because of it.

“Toby – my uncle - sort of sold me to pay off his drug debt. He gave me to Liam, his
dealer. Said he could have me whenever he wanted. He brought the drugs. He'd pay what cash he could and the rest of it came out of my body. He reckons Toby owed him so much that he owns me forever.” Once I’ve started telling him, I can’t seem to stop. It all just spills out of me. “I don’t remember Toby as anything more than a drug addict. So we were poor. Like, all the time. I remember being so hungry that I took a half-eaten sandwich out of the rubbish, just so I could have something. There was never anything at home, and on the rare occasion there was, someone else would come and fucking eat it before I could. My clothes were always filthy and filled with holes. And as I went through school, I just got so sick and tired of being teased and cast out. So when Toby gave me up as payment, I realised I was worth something. Sex is worth something. So I started taking money off guys at school, I’d do whatever they wanted for a price. But when one of the teachers hooked up with me, things got out of hand, and I got busted. And expelled. Toby didn’t give a shit, but when Liam found out what I was doing, he beat the crap out of me for it. Told me that I was his property and searched my room until he found the money I’d been hiding. He fucking took all of it. I was going to use it to get out there. To escape. I fucking hate that guy. I fucking hate him.”

“He’s lookin’ for you isn’t he?”

I nod. “Yeah. He is.”

He takes my face in his hands and forces me to look up at him. “Shit like that is a big fuckin’ deal. But I don’t give a fuck what you did before, baby. ‘Cause you’re here now. You’re with me. And I’ll fuckin’ protect you with my life. There is no way that arsehole is
gettin’ anywhere near you. I’ll kill him before he does.”

“Just. Don’t tell my parents about any of this. They don’t
need to know what I became.”

“You became a survivor. Ain’t no shame in that. You did what you had to do.”

I nod my head. Deciding not to say anymore. Right now, he sees me as a victim. As a survivor. How do I tell him that part of the reason I hate Liam so much is because I came to enjoy the depraved things he did to me? I even looked forward to his visits and the hours of ecstasy induced fucking. The memory makes me sick. I knew it was wrong. But I fucking loved it. And I hate myself for it. Every fucking day.

***

Wearing one of Cole’s big T-shirts, I curl up on his overstuffed couch, resting my head against the cool leather as I think about my past as well as my future. I know Cole wants more from me. He wants me to be his.

I’m into him. I mean, who wouldn’t be? He
is smoking fucking hot. But I feel like I’m just switching out one fucked-up life for another.

When Liam first took me, I was devastated. I was thirteen. I’d barely ev
en become a woman. And Toby just gave me to him. I felt betrayed. I felt as though he was just waiting for me to go through puberty, so he could get free drugs.

I questioned him
about it the next day. I asked him why he told Liam he could have me.

“I’ve been keeping him away from you for years, Maddie. But you’ve blossomed now. Your body’s ready.” That w
as his reply. I’d blossomed. He also told me to be happy Liam liked me, because he’s good to the ones he likes.

If ‘good’ meant that he vi
sited frequently, shot Toby full of heroin and then fucked me all night long - then yeah, he was good to me. I reckon he had some sort of book about different sex acts. Because he rarely did something more than once, and the more I experienced, the greedier I became, even allowing him to insert cocaine inside me, heightening the sensation of his cock as he fucked me.

As I r
emember some of the things Liam did to me, I shudder. The memories are sickening, and I’m not sure if I’m sickened by him, or the fact that my body responded to it all. That I came, every. single. time. What does that say about me? That I got off on having fucked-up sex with a man I hate. A man who gives me nightmares.

“Are you cold?” Cole asks from the doorway, snapping me out of my thoughts.

“What?” I ask at first, not fully hearing him.

“Do you want a blanket or more clothes?”

“No. I’m fine. Thanks.”

“Well, come and eat then.”

“You cooked for me?” I smile, standing up from the couch and walking over to him.

“Don’t fuckin’ tell anyone. Cookin’s woman’s work.”

“My lips are sealed, tough guy.”

He slaps my arse as I walk past him and into the kitchen, causing me to yelp and then let out a little laugh. Fuck it feels good to laugh.

We sit across from each other at his table, and eat a meal of spaghetti bolognaise. It’s the best damn pasta I’ve ever had. But that wouldn’t be hard. Most of them were microwavable.

I can see myself giving in to Cole. It would be so easy for me – being with a guy who I want and who wants me back. A guy who will take care of me and protect me. But it’s just my old life, minus the
drugs. Granted, in this one, I have parents who give a shit, and access to proper food and clothing. But I’ll still be someone’s property. I’ll still be controlled. I don’t know if I can do that.

“Do you want some more?” Cole asks me, his eyes dropping to my empty plate as I wipe my mouth on the back of my hand. He passes me a napkin.

“Oh,” I say, taking it and wiping the orange mark from the back of my hand. I kind of feel embarrassed when I look at Cole's plate and he's only half way done. “Sorry.”

“Babe, there’s nothin’ to be sorry about. If you wanna shove your face into the plate and eat like a fuckin’ dog – then go for it. There’s no judgement here. But there’s more if you’re still hungry. Put some meat on those bony hips of yours.
Here,” he says, removing my plate and placing his in front of me. “Eat that. I’ll get some more.”

“It’s really good,” I say, sticking my fork into the pasta and shoving another mouthful into my gob, sucking back so the noodle disappears into my mouth.

He chuckles, his eyes shining brightly and his dimples showing as he smiles in the kitchen, refilling his plate. My eyes rake over his shirtless body, over the tattoos on his arms and chest, those abs – those fucking abs – they get me every time. My pussy clenches, and my body begins to hum with desire.

Picking up my napkin, I wipe my mouth and stand up. “Hey Cole,” I say, pulling the shirt over my head and dropping it on the
chair, so I’m standing in nothing but my panties. He lifts his head at the sound of my voice, his expression growing serious as his eyes wander over my body. “If you’re hungry, you could always eat me.” I move around the table to where he was sitting, and climb up, spreading my legs, so he can see my dripping core.

“Fuck spaghetti.” He drops the plate with a
clang, and before I can even blink, he’s seated in front of me, sliding his arms under my thighs, lifting me slightly to position me before he leans in, his tongue running lightly over my outer folds. “Get ready to scream baby. I could eat you all day.”

A delicious shudder rolls over me, just before he clamps his mouth on my clit, sucking back forcefully as he teases it with the tip of his tongue, as I gasp out in surprise. My fingers thread into his dark hair as I lay
back and give him better access.

He hums around me, the gentle vibration on my swollen
clit sending ripples of pleasure through my body. “Oh yes,” I moan, gently pulling at his hair. He moves his arms, guiding me so my feet are resting on his broad shoulders. He slides his long tongue through my folds, rubbing his piercing over my clit as he laps at my juices.

“You taste amazing, baby,” he murmurs, concentrating his swirls on my clit as he slides two fingers inside me. Curling them upward, he massages my sweet spot, causing me to arch my back and tighten my grip
on his hair. He removes his fingers, sliding them gently around my opening and down a little, distributing my juices toward my arse before pressing lightly, testing my tightness.