“Fuck,” Stormy curses. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“This is bad, huh?” My chest aches as tears form. Why can’t anything ever be good?
“Really bad,” she mutters. “For so many reasons. Reason number one and the most important at this time is that he’s going fucking insane down there. He’s furious at himself for getting drunk and letting you use him.”
“Use him?” I shriek. “I did what I had to do to get out of that cold hell hole and into better living conditions. I was surviving not using.”
She strokes my hair and purses her lips together. I can tell she’s torn by an inner decision in her head, but I don’t know what. “I can’t get you out of here just yet,” she says in a pained voice. “The timing isn’t right.”
“They’ll kill you if you try to get me out of here,” I warn. “You know how crazy they all are. Even Filter.”
I expect her to be offended or argue, but she nods. “I know, honey. I know.”
The door to the bedroom flings open as men barge in. They file into the bathroom. Stormy stands, taking a protective stance on my behalf. If the situation weren’t so shitty, I’d hug her for it.
Koyn, looking cruel and hateful, glares down at me with Filter and Halo at his sides.
“Get up,” he commands, his voice icy.
“She’s sick,” Stormy snaps.
Filter’s eyes narrow at her and his jaw clenches. Halo stares on with cool indifference.
“I don’t give a rat’s ass,” Koyn roars. “I said get the fuck up. You’re going back to the slaughterhouse like the piece of shit Genworth pig you are.”
“No!” Stormy cries out, shoving Koyn in the chest. “You can’t do that to her!”
I stand on shaky legs and hug my arms around my middle. I don’t want Stormy to get hurt because of me.
“Filter, get your bitch before I do something that’s gonna piss you off,” Koyn warns. “Right the fuck now.”
Filter grabs Stormy and hauls her to his chest. She kicks and screams, trying to get away.
“Calm the fuck down,” Filter warns.
“She’s pregnant with your baby, Koyn. Remember that when you decide to use her in your fucked up revenge game,” she spits out at Koyn.
His hard features go emotionless as he darts his gaze my way. He roams his eyes down my body, settling at my stomach, before meeting my stare. “This true?”
I grit my teeth and shrug.
His dark eyes flash with fury. “Everyone out.”
Halo leaves and Filter has to drag Stormy out. I stare after them and shiver when I finally meet Koyn’s eyes again.
“You think this absolves you from your part in this game?”
My eyes water. I just want him to stop with the bullshit. I want him to hug me and promise me everything will be okay. A tear leaks out, races down my cheek, and drips from my jaw.
He prowls over to me and roughly yanks off my hoodie. I yelp in shock when he grabs my shoulders and turns me toward the mirror. With him standing behind me in all his hot biker glory, he appears to be some demon sent to capture me and take me to Hell with him. His hands slide down my arms and to my stomach.
“Pregnant.” Not a question. A statement. His voice and demeanor are so cold, I’m not sure how he feels about the news. “Mine.”
A shiver ripples down my spine. “Yours.”
“This changes nothing,” he growls, his palms sliding to my tender breasts. “You’re Genworth’s little girl.”
I don’t want to be.
My bottom lip trembles. He pinches my nipples and my breath hitches.
“I could fuck you right now because you’re my pretty prisoner. All mine.”
Koyn
Minutes ago, I was resolved in my thinking.
Use. Take. Ruin.
It’s only fair. She’s Genworth’s kid. Return the fucking favor tenfold. But Hadley does something to me. Worms her way inside my head, gnawing away at all my good sense. The moment I lay eyes on her, it’s like I forget everything. All I see is her.
Thin. Bony. Sad.
My chest aches—cracks right the fuck open.
Why?
Why does she do this to me?
Anger rears its ugly head, but it’s snuffed out the moment she bites on her bottom lip, her wide brown eyes shining with tears and innocence.
Like Blaire.
Blaire was fucking innocent.
I can’t reconcile the woman before me with who she really is.
Genworth’s.
She leans her head back, despite my previously spoken menacing words. This girl takes comfort in the arms of a monster. But why? She’s the daughter of a billionaire. I’m holding a money princess in my arms and she seems quite content to stay here. Her head tilts to the side slightly, baring her neck to me. My dick hardens at the gesture. Submissive in nature. Offering me the tenderest parts of her. Like the predator I am, I run my nose along the soft flesh and inhale her unique scent that I missed for two months. I close my eyes as I smell her hair.
Honey.
She smells like honey and I want to devour every sweet, sticky part of her.
“Koyn,” she breathes so softly I barely hear. “I’m scared.”
Her words set fire to the part of me that blazes to protect her. I simultaneously love and hate how she says all the right things to make me bend to her will. It’s an imbalance of power where she stands precariously above me. As a man who thrives on power, it’s unsettling to give this to her. Yet, much how she bares her neck to me, I give her this power over me.
“I want to protect you,” I admit, my lips trailing kisses along her hairline to just behind her ear. “But I also want to hurt you.”
My palms slide up to her breasts and I pinch her nipples hard to show her what I mean.
She groans and wriggles her ass against my cock that pokes her through my jeans. “You hurt me so good, though. As long as you protect me from everyone else, you can hurt me all you want.”
“No one else wants to hurt you. Only me.” I push down her sweatpants and they drop to the floor at her feet.
Naked.
So beautiful and perfect with all her lovely skin begging to be marked up by me.
I swat her ass, loving the way she cries out.
“You’re wrong,” she murmurs, her teary eyes meeting mine in the mirror. “You’re the only one who’s tried to keep me safe.”
At this, I frown.
What game is she playing now?
Her brown eyes plead with me to understand. To see right into that thick head of hers and know what it is that makes her tick.
Annoyed that I can’t seem to figure her out, I push her down onto the counter, nudging my jean-clad thigh between her bare ones.
“I want you to watch me fuck you hard. We’re going to practice for when I make your daddy watch.”
She gapes at me, her body going rigid. “W-Why?”
“To punish him.”
“And me?”
“Collateral damage.”
I undo my belt and unzip my jeans. When I free my cock and slide it down the crack of her ass, she shudders.
“Koyn, please…” She swallows hard and her lip trembles.
I should feel like an asshole for wanting to fuck her in her wrecked state. But she’s so fucking pretty. It makes my dick practically drip with cum, eager to press into her warmth. I don’t even have to worry about getting her pregnant because she’s already knocked up with my kid.