“Will he keep trying to get her from me?” Koyn asks.
Hammer just glares at him.
“Stubborn ass. I’ll kill you right now if you just give me that.” Koyn’s negotiations must work because Hammer nods emphatically.
“Y-Yes. He wants her. Needs her. Now fucking put a bullet in my head already.”
Koyn grins at him—wicked and evil. “That’s just too easy, fuckface. I don’t do anything easy.” He nods at Dragon and they both pick the chair up. Together, they heave Hammer into the giant fireplace.
Screams.
So loud.
He falls back in the fire, still bound to the chair. The screams are pained and horrified. They echo inside my head. All I can do is stare, tears leaking from my eyes. I hated Hammer, but this is too much.
The building goes deathly quiet.
Then, the men start filing out. Bermuda leaves my side and cold wraps its deadly claws around my heart. I’m alone. With Koyn. It fucking terrifies me.
“Please don’t kill me,” I whimper when he starts for me the moment the last guy leaves.
Rather than stopping or looking offended, he stalks right up to me and hauls me to my feet. My entire body trembles. I black out—most likely from fear. When I rouse, I’m held in his tight embrace.
“I’m not going to kill you, PG.” His voice is soft. Warm. Protective. Fatherly. “I do what I do to keep you safe.”
Spoken like a true psychopath.
I’ve heard those same words before.
“I do what I do to keep you safe. To keep you mine.”
A new kind of fear snakes its way in and joins this one with Koyn. And because of that past fear, I cling to this one in front of me like it’s the safer of the two. I’m unhinged too. What twisted little girl clings to a monster?
“I’m scared,” I tell him, shaking so much my teeth chatter.
He slides his wet, bloody hands into my hair and tugs my head back. His dark eyes are shadowed with his back to the fire. It’s as though I’m staring into the eyes of a demon. He’s so warm and safe, though. Fuck, I’m losing it.
“Shh,” he murmurs, slicking my hair back from my face with Hammer’s blood. “I will keep you safe. Trust me.”
I almost laugh in his face.
I can’t believe I let this man fuck me.
I have to get the hell out of here. I’ll die trying and that’s okay as long as I don’t die like Hammer did.
“We’re going to walk into my house and enjoy our Thanksgiving,” he tells me. “And then, tomorrow, things will change for you, Genworth.”
I freeze, tears welling in my eyes. “Koyn…”
“It’s time for you to be quiet now, Nicolette.”
Cringing at the name, I tear my stare from his. My heart gallops in my chest. No. Fuck no. How does he know my name? Hammer didn’t tell him. Oh God.
“Please, Koyn,” I whisper.
“Close your mouth, beautiful. You’re not allowed to speak. Not right now. I’m in a mood to punish. We both know I shouldn’t punish when I’m furious. So keep that pretty mouth closed. It’s your turn to protect both of us.”
My lips tremble, but I press them closed, nodding rapidly as tears race down my cheeks. He kisses my forehead and then licks up my tears.
“Good girl.”
We walk into the house, hand in hand. I’m in shock. Frozen in fear. An animal strangling itself on the leash it’s tethered to. When I hear Stormy’s voice, I cower, hiding my face against Koyn’s blood splattered shirt.
“What did you do?” Stormy screeches. “Did you fucking hurt her?”
Filter snaps into action. “Not now, Stormy!”
Koyn tenses. Fuck, everyone does.
“What are you going to do about this, Jeremy?” she yells, her words directed at Copper. “Tell me what the fuck you’re going to do—”
Filter’s hand goes around her mouth and he drags her away, kicking and screaming. The men exchange a few uneasy looks.
“Want to tell me how the fuck she knows your name?” Koyn demands, his voice a low growl.
“Fuck if I know,” Copper snaps. “She’s nosy as fuck.”
“The plot thickens,” Dragon sings like he’s in a Broadway show.
“C-Can I t-take a s-shower?” I chatter out.
All eyes land on me.
“Not until you eat,” Koyn says in a bossy, fatherly tone. “Bermuda. Make her a plate.”
Koyn hauls me over to the kitchen table and then sits. He pulls me into his lap, making me straddle him. His brown eyes are wild and unhinged. I don’t know him like this. Why do I always get myself into terrible situations? Moments later, a plate clanks down on the table behind me.
Koyn reaches past me to grab the fork. He scoops up some food and then begins to feed me. Bile is in my throat and my stomach churns. Through my tears, he feeds me. I choke it all down because I’m afraid what’ll happen if I don’t. When I’m full, I whimper and plead with my eyes.
He smiles and pets my hair. “All done, baby?”
I nod, sending more tears leaking out.
“Let’s get you cleaned up and ready for bed.”
By the time our shower ends, I’m nearly catatonic. And I’m succumbing to his gentle caresses and sweet words. Crazy always finds a way to burrow itself inside me. After we’re dry, he carries my naked body bridal style to his big bed. Like I’m his little girl, he tucks me in before joining me. His stomach rumbles and it reminds me that he didn’t eat when I did.
“You’re being quiet,” he says, stroking his large palm over my breast. My nipple pebbles in response. “Too quiet.”
“Oh.”
“I like when you make noises.”
My breath catches when his palm slides down my stomach. Everything in my mind screams for me to push him away, but my body craves his touch. It makes no sense. I’m fucked in the head. I gasp when his fingers rub at my clit. A small mewl escapes me.
“Good girl. That’s what I like. You going to let me fuck you one last time?”
One last time?
“Please don’t kill me.”
His mouth presses to mine. “Silly girl.” He lashes his tongue out, dominating mine with his. So easily he plays my body as he kisses me. With embarrassing quickness, I come, crying out into his mouth. He devours every sound.
Then, he’s between my thighs.
Large.
Imposing.
Powerful.
All I can do is spread my thighs and welcome him. On some sick level, I need this. I need him. His demanding mouth overtakes mine and distracts me from my horrible memories of earlier. He slides his cock along my slit in a teasing manner.
“You’re the sweetest thing, Hadley.”
I revel in his praise and claw at him, needing him inside me more than my next breath. Fucked in the head. So fucked in the head. He complies by pushing his dick inside my slippery body. I take in every inch of him like a greedy whore. I kiss him harder. Fiercer. Needier than ever before. Rather than fucking me like a madman like before, he thrusts gently as though he’s trying to memorize every moment.
It makes me sad.
He really is going to kill me.
I don’t want to die.