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A Cold Hard Collection: Twenty-Five Dark Mafia Romance Short Stories by K.L. Hiers – Extended Preview

Jimmy wanted angry sex. He wanted Cold to fuck him with hate and bitterness, to fuck him and punish him, to thoroughly use every inch of him in total thoughtless fury.

The problem was…

It was apparently very difficult to piss off Boss Cold.

Jimmy had tried little things: leaving his dirty clothes on the bathroom floor, elbows on the table during dinner, chewing with his mouth open.

He got disgruntled glares, firm corrections, but none of the unbridled rage he was seeking. Cold had definitely earned his icy moniker, his anger rarely palpable and only a cool, aloof annoyance permeating through. It wasn’t enough.

It was time to take desperate measures.

Jimmy found himself standing in front of Cold’s closet, staring into a veritable wonderland of pressed suits and silk ties. Everything was arranged meticulously by color and style, little shelves for his neatly paired shoes, and small intricate compartments for tiny things like sock garters.

It was flawless, pristine, organized beyond belief; it was also a perfect target.

Jimmy reached out, lightly batting the suit closest to him like a cat. He quickly withdrew, watching with wide eyes as the hanger fatally rocked and promptly deposited the jacket onto the floor.

He was struck with an immediate surge of guilt, his instincts drawing him down to pick up the suit.

No, he told himself firmly. It was too late to back out now. He could do this.

One by one, each suit crumpled to the floor. Jimmy even knocked down the shoes and tipped all the ties along with them. He left every shelf and rack completely bare, gleefully shutting the door and hopping into bed.

He shuffled out of his clothing, knowing that Cold would be home soon from a meeting with his Gentlemen. He grabbed the lube from their bedside table, eagerly wetting his fingers and plunging them inside of himself.

He wanted to be ready, and he was certain this would be enough to finally stir up Cold’s wrath.

Jimmy was getting so carried away he almost didn’t hear the bedroom doors open. He quickly threw the lube back in the drawer, pulling the blankets over himself and smiling innocently at Cold as he strolled inside.

Cold immediately froze, and his eyes narrowed suspiciously. He frowned at Jimmy, asking slowly, “What did you do?”

“Nothing,” Jimmy replied, grinning slyly.

“You’re a terrible liar,” Cold drawled, glancing around carefully trying to figure out what was out of place. Finding nothing amiss, he walked toward the liquor cabinet to pour himself a drink. He looked back at Jimmy and accused, “You’re up to something.”

“Maaaybe,” Jimmy teased, squirming beneath the blankets.

Cold rolled his eyes, taking a long sip of his drink and asking dryly, “Let me guess. This is another attempt to make me angry so you can have your ‘hate sex’?”

“Yup.” Jimmy beamed. “And I think I’ve finally done it.”

“Doubtful.” Cold hummed thoughtfully, poking around his dresser and peeking into the bathroom. He looked around the bedroom again, and his gaze fell to the closet.

Jimmy smiled and batted his eyes sweetly.

Cold scowled, gulping back his drink and slamming it down with a bang on top of his dresser. He stalked toward the closet, whipping open the door and stepping inside.

Jimmy listened intently, catching a soft growl and a very exasperated sigh. Then nothing.

He frowned, sitting up as several more seconds of silence ticked by. He was worried for a moment that his plan hadn’t worked. Maybe it really was impossible to tick off Boss Cold.

Cold stepped out of the closet, carefully removing his jacket and letting it fall to the floor.

Jimmy gulped, his cock twitching at his thigh. Well, that was something. Cold was never so careless with his clothing.

Cold tilted his head, grunting as he popped his neck, and his eyes slowly closed. He appeared calm, but Jimmy could see how tense his shoulders were, and when their eyes met, he knew he had succeeded.

Cold was absolutely enraged.

Jimmy’s pulse quickened. “Something wrong?”

Cold was on him with a fury Jimmy had never seen before, his pants ripping at the seam as he forced the zipper down. He pushed Jimmy onto his back, forcing his legs apart as he hissed, “You little fucking brat!”

Jimmy couldn’t help but groan, gasping as Cold’s hand curled around his throat. It wasn’t enough pressure to take away his breath, only what was necessary to keep him pinned to the bed.

Cold roughly stuck two fingers in Jimmy’s hole, a few quick thrusts to find he was already wet and open. He growled loudly, and Jimmy couldn’t decide if it was from pleasure or the anger at knowing that Jimmy had been expecting this.

He shoved his cock in with one quick thrust, and he was already balls deep. Jimmy cried out, the sting unforgiving in spite of the prep, and his hands floundered to grab onto Cold’s shoulders.

Cold smacked his hands away, growling, “Do not touch me. You’ve lost that privilege, Mr. Poe. You’re going to stay very still, keep your hands by your sides, and be my very own personal fuck toy.”

Jimmy was barely able to nod before Cold started slamming into him. There was nothing kind about the brutal pace, and Cold kept Jimmy held down tight as he fucked him savagely.

The burn faded and left Jimmy moaning and sobbing in moments. His fingers dug into the sheets, and he had tears in his eyes as Cold pounded his ass without mercy. His head was absolutely swimming, and his cock was leaking and bouncing against his stomach from every rough thrust.

Cold released his throat to slap both hands against Jimmy’s thighs, spreading his legs wide. “You’re not even fit to take my cum,” he raged. “I’m going to bust all over your fucking face like the little brat you are.”

Jimmy whimpered, his head wagging obediently. Yes, he’d been bad. He had to be punished. His cries were hitting an entire symphony of broken octaves, and he wailed as Cold flipped him over on his stomach.

Cold shoved his face against the mattress and sank his thick cock back inside of him without any care, the brutal rhythm starting anew. He twisted his fingers into Jimmy’s hair, leaning over him and hissing in his ear, “Is this what you wanted, Mr. Poe? To anger me so I’d fuck you like a whore?”

“Yes,” Jimmy moaned tearfully, screaming when Cold viciously spanked his ass.

“Yes, what?” Cold shouted angrily.

“Yes, sir!” Jimmy sobbed, yelping as Cold fucked him even harder, his hips certainly leaving bruises from the violent way their bodies were colliding. Relief never came, and he was completely trapped by the ruthless hammering of Cold’s cock.

Cold was being downright cruel, and Jimmy cried pitifully against the sheets as he took it all. He could feel Cold’s rage in the nasty way he fucked him, the mean smacks across his ass, and the thoughtless twist of his fingers through his hair.

Yes, this is what he wanted.

To be used, demeaned, punished.

Jimmy had been bad, he’d made Cold angry, and he had to pay for it. He couldn’t stop crying, the beautiful heat boiling in his body blurring his vision and making his loins ache. He knew Cold was getting close as the slam of his cock became erratic and frenzied.

Jimmy screamed again when Cold spanked his tender ass again with bruising force, bursting into a fresh fit of tears and wailing, “Oh, God…”

“There is no God here,” Cold snarled cruelly. “Only me.”

Jimmy cried, full of shame and bliss from being used so forcefully, his body submitting completely. He moaned desperately when Cold suddenly pulled out.

“Roll over, Mr. Poe. Now.”

“Yes, sir,” Jimmy mumbled, struggling to turn and face Cold. He gasped when his hair was yanked roughly, finding the swollen and leaking head of Cold’s cock right in his face.

He opened his mouth, his lashes fluttering as the first hot spurt of cum hit his cheek. The heat of Cold’s spunk was nothing compared to the blazing flush of his face, the liquid almost refreshing by comparison. He took every splash like a good boy, licking what he could from around his mouth and chin, and peered up at Cold with wide eyes.

Cold’s grip in his hair relaxed, and he bowed down to kiss his forehead. He sighed haggardly, petting over Jimmy’s scalp where he had been so mean. “Are you satisfied now?”

Jimmy’s hole was raw and throbbing, his ass was on fire from the brutal spankings, and the cum drying on his face was starting to congeal. Other than the ache in his dick, he felt absolutely fantastic.

“Not quite yet,” Jimmy teased breathlessly, humming as Cold began to clean him up. “Can I please come now?”

“After you’re done with your punishment,” Cold drawled, lightly bopping Jimmy on the nose.

“What?” Jimmy scoffed. “What’s left to do?”

“Cleaning up that awful mess you made of my closet,” Cold informed him with a quick kiss. “Obviously.”

Jimmy whined, but couldn’t help the crooked grin curling his lips. He was more than happy to accept his penance, agreeing dutifully, “Yes, sir.”

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