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I yanked his face down to mine, our lips aggressively crashing together. He groaned, taking control of the kiss almost instantly. His arm wrapped around me tightly, crushing my body against his. I moaned into his mouth.
Fuck, I couldn’t even begin to imagine what he would feel like naked.
His other hand slipped into my hair, and he tugged on the strands a bit, pulling another moan from me. "Fuck," he muttered, pulling back from my lips, his hand leaving my hair. "Bedroom."
Grabbing my hand, he pulled me off my stool. I winced as pain shot through my shoulder from his tugging. I didn’t voice my pain though. Pain was weakness, and I wouldn’t allow Colton to see me weak.
When we entered his bedroom, he closed the door behind us and instantly lifted me up against it. My breath caught in my throat at the blazing need in his eyes. He wasted no time in yanking my shirt over my head and tossing it somewhere on his bedroom floor.
I winced in pain when my arm was jerked up. Fuck, I wanted Cole bad, but if my shoulder kept giving me issues, we were going to have to stop.
My bra was the next item to go. Then, his lips wrapped around my nipple, and I cried out, throwing my head back against his bedroom door, barely registering the pain that shot through my skull. I laced my fingers in Cole’s hair and tightened my legs around his waist. "Cole," I moaned out, his name breathless as it spilled from my lips.
Jesus Christ, I was going to come just from his mouth on my tit.
"Say my name, baby,” he rasped, his voice vibrating against my chest, sending delicious ripples of pleasure straight down to my core. “I love it when you moan my name."
"Tease me some other time," I muttered, pulling his face up to mine. "I want you inside of me."
He groaned and slid me down his body, so my feet touched the floor again. I watched as he yanked his shirt over his head. I licked my lips, watching his eyes darken as they focused on the movement of my tongue across my lips.
Cole shirtless was a fucking masterpiece to behold. He was all hard, sculpted muscles with an eight-pack that led down to a ‘V’, which disappeared into his low-riding jeans. Tattoos swirled all over his skin, disappearing onto his back where I knew the tattoo of the Bloody Royals emblem was.
I proceeded to pull the rest of my clothes off. Once I was completely naked, he lifted me up and slammed into me, causing me to slam into the door roughly.
I didn't care how rough he was being. I wanted him so badly that I was willing to deal with the pain that he caused me. He was a fucking sex god. I knew after this time with me, he wouldn’t be able to walk away from me again. I would make sure of it.
His fingers dug into my hips as he powerfully thrust in and out of my cunt. I was a whimpering, moaning mess. "Fuck, Amelia, you feel so perfect wrapped around me," he groaned, his breathing harsh as he buried his face in my neck, still thrusting into me with an almost bruising force.
I dug my nails into his shoulder, almost breaking the skin on his back. I was so close, but I couldn’t reach that peak yet. "Cole, please, I need more," I begged him.
His eyes snapped up to mine as he pulled his face out of the curve of my neck to look at me. "Amelia, I'll hurt you." He was already shaking his head at me.
I grasped his face in my hands, halting him. Ineededthis. I didn’t need gentleness and compassion. I needed brutality. "No, you won't, Cole. Please, I want it all," I pleaded, desperate to reach that all-consuming high I knew he would be able to give me.
He groaned and unwrapped my legs from around him. Holding me up by my thighs, he pounded into me harder, driving himself deeper inside of me. I cried out, throwing my head back against the door. I desperately clung onto his shoulders as I began to fall apart around him. "Oh, God, Cole, yes!" I moaned. "Fuck, it feels so good."
"I know," he growled, his grip on my thighs tightening to an almost bruising touch. But I didn’t give a fuck. Feeling him inside me and against me over-powered any kind of pain he may have inflicted.
"Damn it, Amelia, you better come,” he muttered. “I don't know how much longer I can hold on."
I wrapped my arms around his neck tightly, too caught up in the pleasure he was giving me to care about the pain that shot through my shoulder as I tensed up. I came apart around him as he buried himself in me one last time and found his release as well, groaning my name into my neck as I cried his out in sheer ecstasy.
He walked us over to his bed and laid down on it with me wrapped in his arms. "Fuck, I haven't had sex that good in a long fucking time," he rasped.
I couldn’t agree more. The last time I had felt like that was when I was sixteen, and he took my virginity. Cole knew his way around a woman's body, and that wasn’t a secret to anyone. He was like an animal when it came to sex. He took, and he gave. He didn't slack anywhere.
He looked down at my shoulder and gently ran his finger around the knife wound that was slowly, but surely, scarring over. "Does it hurt?" he quietly asked, his eyes meeting mine.
I looked down at his hand on my shoulder, away from his eyes. Cole was overbearing when he looked into people’s eyes. He could draw almost any truth he wanted from someone by forcing them to meet his eyes; they were a bit intimidating.
I forced myself to lie. I couldn't let him know that I was in pain. My secret had to stay my secret for the sake of his safety and the sake of the clubs’ safety.
"Not really," I muttered.
"Want to tell me what happened?" he tried again. He sure as fuck wasn’t one to give up.
I shook my head. He sighed. It wasn't his business. If he found out about all my confrontations in jail with that stupid bitch and what caused me to land there, the club would never have a moment to breathe for all of the retaliation they would be doing. The clubs would fall, and there would no longer be a Bloody Royals or Black Skulls biker club.
