Chapter Eighteen
Hadley
I can’t pretend to be asleep for forever.
It’s been hours and hours since Koyn and Copper left me in my bedroom. I’d been so devastated, all I could do was close my eyes and pretend it was a dream.
I’m not here.
I’m not here.
I’m not her—
“Mr. Genworth wants to see you for dinner,” his second-in-command, Renaldo, grunts from my doorway. “It’s a black tie event.”
I sit up, rubbing at my eye with my fist. “What? Why?”
“A celebration.”
My stomach twists violently. “I don’t want to celebrate with all those people.”
Renaldo laughs. “Not all those people. Just you and Mr. Genworth.”
A shudder ripples through me. I mask my fear with a hiss. “Well, get the fuck out, loser. I’m not undressing in front of you.”
His smile widens. “You know I’ve seen everything.”
I grab one of the remotes off the end table and chuck it at him. He closes the door and it bounces off the wood. I wait for the familiar reminder I’m in prison.
Click.
Locked in.
Fuckers.
On shaky legs, I ignore the pounding in my head from whatever pills Koyn shoved down my throat, and make my way into my bathroom. I strip out of Koyn’s comfortable clothes and frown at my reflection. I’m littered in bruises and teeth marks. His cum is smeared on my thighs, dry and crusty. Tears well in my eyes.
How could he do this to me?
I turn on the shower and hug myself. I’ll need to come up with a new plan. Last time was pure luck that I managed to escape my dad’s greedy clutches. Now, he’ll really fortify this place and his efforts in keeping me detained. I step into the shower and let the hot spray wash away all the pain. So much pain. It’s like all the horrible men in the world find me. They want to feed on me. They want to use and abuse me.
Quickly, I wash my hair and then my body. My pussy is sore from all the pounding it took from Koyn and my asshole is still tender. I wonder how long I’ll wear the reminders of him on my body. After my shower, I go into socialite daughter mode. Hair. Face. Nails. Skin. I spend an ungodly amount of time getting myself to Daddy’s specifications. He only accepts perfection. Just ask my mother. She never quite could achieve the level he required, hence why she took her own life. Then, his obsession went from her to me.
The bruises on my neck and tits are too dark to cover up. Not that I want to. A small part of me craves to rebel against my father. To let him know I went out into that world and was used by men. It’ll be the worst fuck you. With a smirk, I search through my closet for the most revealing dress, to showcase all my bruises. I settle on a fitted, red silk gown. It hangs off the shoulders and dips low on the chest. The slits are high on each side of the long skirt, revealing all the fingerprint bruises Koyn left behind. I step into some nude Jimmy Choo pumps and then dress up my ears and wrists with glittery jewelry. A pang of loss hits me in the gut when I realize my tiara headband was left at Koyn’s.
I blink back tears and straighten my spine. I can’t be weak. Not here. I walk over to my door and knock, knowing Renaldo will be waiting. With a soft click, he unlocks the door and rakes his greedy stare down my front.
“Cover those,” he snipes.
“I already tried,” I lie. “Now move, asshole.”
He allows me to push past him. I storm down the hallway with false bravado. Inside, I’m trembling. I don’t want to see my father. I don’t want to be here. Carefully, I make my way down the stairs and into the dining room. Daddy sits at the end. A chair is placed beside him. All the other chairs have been removed. A half empty bottle of cognac sits on the table and his face is ruddy, which means he’s halfway to being fucked up.
Great.
He turns his head and points at his cheek. Like the trained dog I am, I walk over to him and plant a wet kiss there. Before I can pull away, his hand captures my throat. His bloodshot eyes rake over my exposed flesh, making him snarl with fury.
“Koynakov did this to you?”
Koynakov?
“Yes.”
“Motherfucker.” He caresses my neck. “To get back at me?”
I tug from his hold and rub away the soreness. “What? No. Why would you say that?”
“Francis, bring dinner. My daughter is famished.”
I’m used to his ignoring me or changing the subject. This time, I don’t mind because it means he’ll leave me alone while we eat.
But what happens after we eat our meal?
After an exhausting dinner watching my dad get drunk as shit and ranting about how fucking rich he is, I managed to escape back to my room. Even though I was locked back inside, it felt like a haven. I stripped out of the dress and threw on a nightgown before falling back into bed. I tossed and turned, dreaming of Koyn.
Warm hand on my stomach.
Up, up, up to my breasts.
I moan and push my ass out, seeking the feel of his cock pressed against me. He ruts against me, his fingers tweaking my nipples. I beg and plead for him to push inside me. To come and make me his. He ignores my pleas, but instead slides his hand between my thighs. Rubbing and rubbing until I’m whimpering with pleasure.
More.
I need more.
He tears off my gown and pushes me onto my back. His body nestles between my thighs. I hear the familiar tear of the foil on the condom before he rolls it on his dick.
Wait.
No.
Koyn doesn’t—
All thoughts escape me as he thrusts all the way inside me. I run as fast as I can in my head. Away. Away. Oh, God. So far away. With each thrust, he reminds me I belong to him in every way.
I want to scream, but no one will come. They never do.
Instead, I slap and claw and shove to no avail. He easily pins me down, calls me Juliette, and groans out his release. Then, he pulls roughly out of me, stumbling to pull off the condom. The bathroom light flicks on. I hear him peeing. A cough. He clears his throat. Then the room goes dark again.
I remain frozen in the bed, caught between dream and reality. The throbbing between my thighs reminds me it’s not a dream at all. Hot tears roll down my temples as I bite hard on my lip to keep from sobbing. Please go away.
“Goodnight, sweetheart,” he slurs. “See you at breakfast.”
Click.
The moment he’s gone, I curl into a ball and drag the pillow to my face. I cry and scream into it, wishing I could suffocate.
I’m in hell.
Koyn delivered me himself.
Two months later…
They took away all the sharp things. My crowns and trophies could be used as weapons. Or tools for self-destruction. The mirrors have been removed because glass is bad. My room has been stripped to nothing. When I behave, I’m allowed out to eat with my father and to hang out with him in his office. Sometimes he lets me browse the Internet because it keeps me from asking him questions. I use that time to look up my obsession.
Koyn.
Or should I say Jared Koynakov?
All the pictures of him are from ten years ago. He was much like my father, a business mogul. Rich. Famous. Revered. In his expensive suits, he was mouth-wateringly handsome. Such a far cry from his rough, dangerous older version of himself. From my hunts, I learned that his wife and daughter were brutally murdered and he fell off the grid after that. Closed up his company and retired. His brother is Jeremy Koynakov, federal agent of the FBI. I’d remembered him wearing the FBI jacket when they took me, but now it’s been confirmed. I wonder if the FBI knows what shit he gets up to in his spare time.
I’m lying in bed, staring at the wall, thinking about all the information I came across on Koyn when I hear voices. Deep and loud. My heart rate ratchets as hope snakes its way into my heart.
Koyn.
He’s come to save me.
I sit up in bed, not worried about hiding my nudity. Clothes were taken from me days after I came back. I’ve gone so long without them, I don’t even miss them. All that matters is seeing Koyn’s handsome face. The “X” scarred into his brutal face. I want to crawl into his lap, push his dark hair to the side and kiss every scar. Beg him to take me back home.
Click.
“You have a guest, Miss Genworth,” Renaldo grits out, anger lacing his tone.
I grin at Renaldo. “Let him in.”
My smile falls when he steps out of the way. A biker walks in, but it’s not my biker. It’s Magna. His eyes are wild and feral. The knife he wields is bigger than my forearm. I gasp in shock.
His anger melts away as he rakes his stare down my naked body. “Been losing too much weight, Beauty Queen.”
I lift my chin and glower at him. “Get the fuck out of my house. My daddy will kill you.” It’s an empty threat and he knows it.
He flashes a predatory grin at me. “He’s the one who gave your bodyguard permission to let me in. A deal’s a deal after all.”
“What deal?” I demand, pulling my sheet over my body.
“You.”
I shake my head. “No. You can kill me.”
“Nah, killing you isn’t part of the deal.” He unbuckles his pants. “But this is.”
Scrambling back, I all but fall off the side of the bed in my attempt to escape. He takes his time, amused at my fear, as he strips away his clothes. My heart races inside my chest.
“On your knees, Beauty Queen.”
“No,” I hiss out. Then, I yell to Renaldo, “Help!”
Magna laughs. “No one is going to help you.”
And then he pounces. Quick like lightning. His hand strikes me, sending me flying into the wall. I’m dizzied by the hit and I blink away my daze. He hits me again, this time with his fist. Pain explodes over my cheek as I’m knocked onto my ass. I flip over and crawl away, headed for the bed, hoping for escape.
It’s then his heavy body covers mine.
Naked.
Flesh to flesh.
No.
I check out.
Completely shut down.
Give up.
This life is too much.
I’m vaguely aware of the pain. The stretching. A bare cock inside me. Fucking hard and cruelly. My mind drifts to Koyn. At least that pain I enjoyed. I craved that pain.
Seconds feel like hours.
Minutes take eternities.
When I think I’m completely dead inside, I feel the flood of heat. I wait for more abuse. A blade. Taunting.
What I get is glorious nothing.
Shuffling. Footsteps.
Click.