Halo looks up from his screen. “Payne said he followed her into the woods earlier.”
I scowl at him. “And?”
“He brought her back. She wasn’t happy.”
“What was she looking for?” I demand.
“Probably an escape. Found the slaughterhouse instead.”
“If she doesn’t want to go back home to her cushy palace and no longer has Junior, what the fuck is her end game? Where does she think she’s going to run off to?” I muse aloud, frowning.
Copper shrugs. “Putnam?”
My blood runs cold with that thought. Surely she’s not loyal to that piece of shit. If that’s the case, she can’t ever leave here because then she’ll run straight to him with information about my club and the way we do shit.
I definitely need to talk to her.
“Keep at it and give me an update at dinner,” I tell them before leaving the conference room.
I stalk down the hallways on a mission.
Find Hadley.
Or Nicolette Genworth.
Voices from the kitchen tell me everyone is gathered there. They’re talking over each other, discussing Thanksgiving that’ll happen in a few days. When I peek around the corner, Hadley sits in a chair, frowning at everyone as they laugh and cut up. Our eyes meet and she stiffens her back.
I give her a chin lift to indicate she needs to follow me. To my surprise, she does. We walk through the house and up to her room. She eyes me with suspicion. I sit down on her bed and then lie back.
“What do you want?” she asks, hurt in her tone.
I study her for a moment. She’s a mystery to me. Hates me and this place, but was begging for my dick and affection last night. Claims she was in love with Junior, but then bragged about sucking his old man’s dick. Refuses to tell me her name so I won’t take her home even though she’s clearly loaded and spoiled.
“Come here and let me hold you.” My words are gruff and commanding.
Her nostrils flare, but then she walks over to the bed and crawls on. I pull her to my side and run my fingers through her silky brown hair. She’s stiff at first but then relaxes, splaying her palm over my chest.
“You’re confusing to me,” she mutters. “So hot and cold.”
“We shouldn’t be hot.”
She tilts her head up to look at me. “Why not? Because I’m only eighteen? Not a big deal. You’re a biker, for fuck’s sake. Lawless.”
I grab her thigh, pulling it up over my groin. I rub her silky, bare flesh. My fingers skim along the backside of her thigh, just under her denim shorts. Her breath hitches.
“I don’t have to explain myself,” I grumble, pushing her thigh against my dick as I slightly buck my hips up.
She wiggles from my hold and straddles me. Her palms press to my chest and her eyes sear into mine as she works her hips. Like a pro, she grinds against my dick through our clothes. This girl is going to be the death of me.
“I’m not fucking you,” I tell her. “I’ll never fuck you.”
Hurt flashes in her eyes, but then determination wins over. “We’ll see.”
“You fucked around with Putnam and his son.”
She slowly rolls her hips. “Why is he the enemy?”
Ignoring her, I buck my hips up, loving the whimper that escapes her. She peels off her shirt and I groan, raking my eyes over her naked flesh. Her black bra seems useless as her tits nearly spill out of the cups. Reaching up, I pull each black, lacy cup down to reveal her nipples to me. Small, rosy, hard. I run my thumb over one and she sucks in a sharp breath.
“I thought you weren’t going to fuck me,” she moans, grinding harder against me.
I grip her throat, hauling her to me. “I’m not. I’m just going to bite and suck on you.”
When I suck her small nipple into my mouth, her fingers tangle in my hair and she cries out. She uses my body to chase her pleasure as I abuse her nipples with my teeth. I’m about to nut in my jeans when she suddenly pulls back. With a quick flip of her fingers, she tosses the bra away. Her deft fingers go to her shorts, unbuttoning and unzipping quickly.
Stop her.
Tell her to fucking stop.
I lick my lips and watch as she strips away her panties and shorts.
Young. Naked. Mine.
I don’t tell her to stop. Just watch with anticipation as she undoes my jeans. Her hand is hot around my dick as she pulls it out. I lift my hips and she pulls my jeans down to my knees. Then, with a wicked grin, she pushes my shirt up my chest.
“I’m not fucking you,” I growl, gripping a handful of her tiny ass.
“Why not?” She fucking pouts.
I reach between her spread thighs and rub my knuckle on her clit. “Because you look like my daughter.”
She bites on her bottom lip, situating herself so she can rub her wet pussy along my length. “Why is that a problem?”
“It’s fucking sick, Hadley.”
Her cheeks turn pink for a moment and then she practically hisses at me. “But we’re not related, Koyn. So it’s not sick. Just because I look like her doesn’t mean I’m her. If you fucked her, that’d be a different story.”
I smack her thigh. “Enough.”
She rolls her hips, up and down my dick, getting it nice and juicy. “Do you want to fuck me?”
I pinch her clit. “Fuck yeah I do.”
“So you’re denying yourself. And me.”
“Yep.”
“Asshole.”
“It is what it is, PG. Now make yourself come all over my dick.”
She leans forward to kiss me. Hot and messy and needy. I grab her ass, pulling and pushing, so I can feel her on every inch of my dick. I want nothing more than to push my cock inside her, but I refrain. I collect some of the juices she’s left on my dick and rub at her ass crack. She whimpers but doesn’t move away from my touch.
“I’m going to fuck you here,” I murmur. “One day.”
“You said—”
I push my long finger into her tight asshole, loving the squeal that rips from her. Her ass is so fucking tight. If it were my dick, I would’ve come already. I’m reminded about what that fucker said about my wife. How I should have prepared her. Not gently, I probe and stretch Hadley’s ass as she slides her needy cunt along my dick.
“Koyn,” she whimpers. “This feels good. I want you inside me.”
My dick thumps in agreement. “No.”
“Please.”
Her breathy begging is nearly my undoing. Rather than give in, I slide another finger in with my other. A sob escapes her. I know it hurts. But she needs to be ready for anything in this life. Anal included.
“Relax, baby,” I murmur against her lips. “Let me stretch you. Someone’s going to put their dick in there and they won’t be as gentle as me. You need to be ready.”
“I don’t want someone,” she chokes out. “I want you.”
Possessiveness curls itself around my heart.
“In this life, we don’t always get what we want.”
I fuck her hard with my two fingers in her ass, devouring every whimper and sob that comes out of her mouth. When I think she’s good and stretched, I slip my fingers out and slap her ass.
“Now come all over my dick, Hadley. I want to come with you.”