Chapter Fourteen
Hadley
H e can’t ignore me forever.
I cross my arms over my chest, knowing my outfit today is hot. Based on the looks of everyone besides Koyn, they agree. Koyn won’t even fucking look at me.
Bastard.
After he all but made love to me the other day, he just left me in my bed. Naked. Upset. Sated. Confused. Angry.
When we were in the middle of our intimate moments, I felt needed and wanted and desired. We were connected. Then, he just severed our link like I was an appendage he could do without.
He hates Magna.
He thinks I’m going to run off to be with Magna.
A shudder ripples through me.
Over my dead body.
Problem is, I think Magna might go to those lengths to get me—to get back at me. Surely by now he’ll have assumed I traded sides. Technically, I have. Koyn may have kidnapped me, but it’s not like I haven’t settled right into this cushy life. It’s not a hardship. His club is way better than Magna’s ever was. Magna is possessive and wild. I know him. If he catches wind I’m here, he’ll come for me. Not like some valiant hero to save his son’s girlfriend, but more of a petulant child who wants his toy back.
I’m a toy.
It was only a matter of time and I would have been.
His.
Magna made me suck his dick.
I hated it. And had we had more time, he would’ve probably forced me to do more shit. I loved Junior, but not Magna. Magna is a violent psychopath. If he ever gets his claws in me, I’ll never get free.
“Excuse me, princess,” Bermuda says, patting my ass as he reaches to grab a hunting knife off the counter.
I feel a hard stare on me.
Ahh, so he’s done ignoring me.
If all it took was for Bermuda to flirt with me, I would’ve taken this route days ago. Ignoring Koyn’s hot glare, I turn to regard Bermuda. They’re all decked out in camo as they get ready to hunt. Stormy and I are to stay back, heating up the casseroles Bermuda prepared and to watch the turkey. Bermuda looks the most like a country boy in his getup. I slide my arms around his neck and stand on my toes to press a kiss to his cheek.
“Good luck, Bermuda.”
He’s frozen in my embrace, his pink lips parted in surprise. If I didn’t think Koyn would kill him for it, I would kiss his lips. But Koyn is like Dragon. It’s unwise to taunt. A little poking is fun, though.
“You gonna catch me a deer?” I ask sweetly, grinning at him.
His hands go to my ass again. “Kill, PG. I’m gonna kill you a deer.”
“Brutal.”
He grins. “We’re savages.”
Before I can utter another word, I’m yanked forcefully from him. I let out a screech as someone big and strong drags me away. Koyn. I stop fighting it and relax as he carries me down the hallway and into a powder room.
A big Man Mansion filled with badass bikers and they have a powder room.
They’re fucking confusing, that’s what.
He flips on the light and pushes me against the sink so I’m forced to look in the mirror. I’m wearing a white dress Stormy loaned me. A short, poufy skirt, but the bodice part fits like a corset, forcing my tits up and out. It’s the most pageant thing I’ve worn since I’ve run away. I love it.
Behind me, Koyn looks like the devil. He may not be wearing his cut, but he’s dressed in dark green camouflage and wears a black beanie on his head. The scars on his face are more prominent without his tousled hair distracting me. He presses his body against mine, pinning me to the sink. Then, with the gentlest of touches, he skims his palms down my bare shoulders and down my arms. His nose buries itself in my hair and he inhales me.
“You’re not Bermuda’s.” His gruff words send a chill down my spine.
“I’m not anyone’s.”
“You’re mine.”
“Am I?”
Our eyes meet in the mirror. His are dark and cruel and possessive. “You are.”
My bottom lip trembles and I bite down on it, fighting tears. “Then why do you always act like what happens between us never happened. I can’t forget what you do to me, but you always do.”
“I never forget,” he murmurs, cupping my tits over my dress. “Ever.”
“Then why won’t you fuck me?” I yell, hating that tears are welling in my eyes. I spent way too much time on my makeup for it to get ruined. “I’m old enough where it counts.”
“It was never about your age and you know it.”
“Because of Magna?”
His eyes flash violently. “Do you want old man Putnam?”
I shake my head, sending tears streaking down my cheeks.
“Why’s that?”
“Because he hurts me.”
“I hurt you.”
More tears leak out, dragging my mascara down with them. Ruined. I’m ruined now. I think I was the moment Koyn threw me over his shoulder the night he killed Junior.
“It feels good when you hurt me,” I choke out, my chin wobbling.
“If he came here for you today, what would you do?”
“Beg for you to kill him and keep me.”
His brow lifts slightly. “You want to be mine?”
“Who else’s would I be? Bermuda’s? Dragon’s?”
He shoves my dress up my hips and swats my bare ass. The thong I’m wearing is nude and blends in with my flesh. “You’re mine,” he states. “So stop fucking flirting with my guys.”
“What if I do?” I taunt.
“I’ll whip you.”
“Whipping me turns you on, Daddy.”
He groans and swats me again, harder. “Stop with the fucking taunting, PG.”
“I wonder who has the bigger dick. Bermuda or Dragon.”
His palm cracks against my ass again, making me cry out. “Me. I have the biggest dick.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Naughty fucking girl.”
Our eyes meet in the mirror. He ripples with violence and rage and sex appeal. I’m a mess with my mascara stained face and teary eyes. He grips a handful of my hair, yanking my head to the side. His lips crash onto my skin, sucking and biting and licking. Seeing him devour me is one of the single hottest things I have ever witnessed in my life. His cock through his camo presses against my sore ass.
“I can be good,” I promise. “Fuck me and make me yours.”
He slides his palms to my breasts and yanks down on the bodice, freeing my breasts. The material is tight and uncomfortable dragged down over my ribs. I take shallow breaths as he works at his pants. He frees his cock and slaps it against my bare ass.
“Are you wet?” he murmurs. “Does getting punished make you horny, PG?”
I hold his stare in the mirror as I reach down to touch my panties. “Soaked. I like it when you daddy me.”
His features darken. “You like fucking with my head.”
“If it makes you lose control with me, hell yeah.”
He shoves me down so I’m bent over, my face practically in the sink. I grip the edge of the porcelain, bracing myself. His large, rough fingers pull my thong to the side. He rubs the tip of his dick along my slit and then, without warning, he pushes his thickness inside me. I gasp as he stretches me with his massive cock.
“Fuck, Hadley,” he growls. “You make me insane.”
I push back against him, taking him as deep as possible. “It’s mutual.”
He grabs a handful of my hair, yanking me up so we can look at each other in the mirror once more. I have nothing to hold on to, so I reach back and tug off his beanie so I can touch his soft hair. His hips piston hard. I cry out as he claims me with one powerful thrust. One of his hands dives under my dress to find my clit. The moment his expert fingers find that throbbing nub of pleasure, I lose all sense of reality. His mouth is on my neck, sucking and biting hard enough that I sob.
He’s everywhere all at once.
I feel consumed and claimed and owned.
It’s addictive.
I give in to his power and let him use me—to take everything he wants from me. I want it too. I want to be taken from and used. I want to be obliterated.
Koyn doesn’t disappoint.
He fucks me to the point of pain, but his fingers bring such pleasure. My orgasm detonates like a bomb and I explode. Every nerve ending in my body comes alive as I thrash uncontrollably. He lets out a groan and then his hot seed floods inside me. With each throb of his cock, I feel the tentacles of his claim over me twisting like vines around my heart and mind. Squeezing. Suffocating. Making a promise.
Mine.
I feel it to the marrow of my bones.
His lips brush against my neck and then he pulls out. I’m barely able to speak a word to him when he tucks his cock back in his pants and slips out the door.
What. The. Fuck.
Fat tears well in my eyes and skate down my red cheeks. I’m a mess. His cum slides out of my body, running down my thighs and dripping to the rug at my feet. He fucked and ran. Why do I have such poor luck with men?
Look at you, Pageant Girl.
Wrecked and ruined.
My hair is a mess. Purple bruises are forming on my neck. I can even see teeth marks. My dress is pulled down, revealing my tits, and the skirt portion is twisted and ruffled. It’s my face that gets me. The black makeup has been smeared down my cheek and my eyes are red.
Disgraced princess.
Escaped her perfect tower to end up with a villain. Always a villain.
Another sob escapes me.
I clutch the sink, feeling bile rise up my throat. It burns and stings. I swallow hard, refusing to throw up and make things worse than they already are. More tears leak out. I bring a shaky hand to my cheek and hastily rub away the fresh tears with the heel of my hand.
Click.
Koyn is back, his powerful aura nearly knocking me over.
I was just bawling my eyes out over him and I’m already wishing he’ll fuck me again. Ruin me so good. What the fuck is wrong with me?
“Don’t cry.”
His gruff words have my tears staying in my eyes.
“You’re pretty when you cry, but it makes me feel like shit,” he admits, his brows furrowed. He stands behind me and runs his fingers through my tangled hair. Then, he lifts something that sparkles in the light.
“A princess needs a crown, PG.” He places a tiara like headband on my head. It sparkles beautifully and I gasp.
“You bought me a present,” I whisper.
And not just any present. A headband. My heart aches.
“Happy belated birthday, PG.”
I’m shocked. Junior didn’t get me anything for my birthday aside from a few spankings that led to a blow job. This is unexpected and surprisingly sweet.
Koyn’s palms slide down and then he straightens my dress. He gently tucks my breasts back into the bodice portion of my dress, righting everything as it should go. He releases me to open a cabinet. After pulling out a cloth, he wets it.
“Are you going to clean up your cum?” I ask, my brow arched.
He smirks. “Nah. I like it running down your legs. I’m going to clean up your face, Hadley.”
I melt as he turns me to look at him. All sexual thoughts vanish as I stare up at this man. It reminds me of when I didn’t place at my first pageant. I’d been nine and devastated. Momma tried to calm me, but I was too upset. Daddy pulled me aside, dried my tears, and told me next time I’d win. That’s what Genworths do.
The next pageant, I did win.
Koyn dabs at my cheeks, cleaning the mascara and regarding me with a concerned stare. So fatherly. It makes me want to throw myself into his arms and beg him to hold me forever. I want him to care.
He washes every bit of makeup from my face and then kisses my forehead. “There. Perfect.”
I bite on my bottom lip. “Thank you for my headband.”
For one moment, the hardness in his eyes is gone. I’ve never seen him look so vulnerable and soft. I can see how he once was a caring father and husband. His lips press to mine sweetly and I whimper.
“We’ll be back in a couple of hours.” He pulls back, his mouth just inches from mine. “Can you be a good girl while I’m gone?”
“Yes.”
His hand cups my cheek. “You know it’s wrong for me to want to fucking own you.”
I shrug. “Because I look like your little girl did.”
“Yep.”
“I don’t think either one of us care about wrong or right. Just what feels good.”
He rests his forehead to mine, closing his eyes. “Putnam raped my wife and daughter before killing them.”
I freeze. “I’m…oh my God. I’m so sorry, Koyn.”
“Jared.” His nose runs along mine and then he kisses me. “My real name is Jared.”
“Magna hurts a lot of people. He would have hurt me too had he had the chance.”
“He won’t hurt you,” he vows.
We both know that’s a promise he can’t keep. If he couldn’t protect his wife and daughter, how will he protect me?
“I’m safe here. With you.”
His features darken. “I need to go.”
And with those words, he leaves me.
This time, I don’t cry.