“If it’s not me, it’ll be someone else,” Stormy warns. “The NSA will catch wind and they’ll hire people like Genworth. Someone will crack your stupid codes and dump out everything you’re hiding.” She lifts her chin. “Just put a bullet in my head. Don’t do psychopathic, disgusting shit like you did over there.”
I break free from Koyn’s hold and run over to her. No one stops me. She hugs me tight when I start to cry.
“Why did you do this?” I whisper. “Why would you sacrifice yourself for me?”
She kisses the top of my head. “Someone had to look out for you, Hadley. I just wanted you to be safe.”
“Time’s up,” Copper barks, yanking Stormy back just as Koyn tugs me away.
I cry out, reaching for her. “Don’t kill her! Please!”
“Copper?” Koyn booms when Copper throws her over his shoulder, ignoring her kicking and screaming. “What are you doing?”
Copper glowers our way. “Dealing with my problem.”
“And what way is that?”
“I have my methods.” Then he lets out a frustrated huff. “Don’t worry, PG, the bitch isn’t going to die tonight.” With those words, he exits the slaughterhouse and slips into the snowy night.
“Time for a bath, baby girl,” Koyn says. “You’ve had enough excitement for one day.”
Three days later…
Energy buzzes through me as I watch Koyn sleep. With his eyes closed and his lips slightly parted, he seems innocent. Like an angel who fell from heaven right into bed with me. The “X” scarred into his skin on his face could very well be turned into a cross just by looking at it with my head cocked.
I know better.
Beneath the angelic looks is a demon.
My demon.
A smile tugs at my lips. Having the scariest guy I’ve ever known on my side has done wonders for my mood lately. My two months with Dad and the visits from Magna destroyed a part of me I’m not sure I’ll ever get back. I’d been drifting in the darkness until I was back here. When I discovered I might be pregnant, light shone through, lighting my way. At first, tiny cracks. But the cracks have widened with each passing day. Both of the horrible men who hurt me are dead. Because of Koyn. They died painfully and horrifically. It’s such a relief.
Unable to keep my hands off him, I brush my fingertips along his scruffy jaw. I want to shake him awake, but I don’t. My mind drifts back to the night he killed Dad. Once Copper left with Stormy, he carried me into the house, past all the shattered windows and debris from the shooting, and straight to his office. After tapping away on his computer for a moment, the electricity came back on. Then, he bathed me with such care and gentleness, all I could do was cry. I’ve stayed cuddled at his side for three days now, slowly regaining my strength and mind back.
“When you stare at me like that, it’s fucking creepy,” he grumbles, his eyes still closed, a smile tugging at his lips.
“Oh thank God,” I cry out. “I thought you were going to sleep forever. It’s not creepy when you like it, by the way.”
My sass makes him smile bigger and he squints against the morning light to look at me. I love how his brown eyes shine with pride and delight at seeing me. The shadowed, haunted look that used to always be in his eyes is gone. Killing Magna and Dad freed him. It freed me too.
“I took one of those tests Bermuda picked up at the store. For sure pregnant.”
He dives a large hand into my hair and tugs me to his mouth. I groan as he kisses me, uncaring that we both have morning breath. Koyn’s a biker who’s tortured men in the most heinous of ways. The last thing this man cares about is morning breath.
My breath hitches when he starts tugging off my T-shirt. We haven’t had sex since he brutally took my ass in his bathroom after he took me from my home. Since I feel more like myself, I’ve been craving him more than the peanut butter and jelly sandwiches Bermuda seems to make so perfectly well for a pregnant woman. But Koyn has treated me carefully. He’s reserved in his actions. I don’t miss the regret that sometimes flashes in his eyes.
“Don’t regret us,” I blurt out, searing him with my stare. “All the stuff that happened between us did because it was supposed to. We were living in the moment and taking what we could get.” I run my fingers through his dark, thick hair. “We have a future now, Koyn.”
Something breaks inside of him as he fully gives in. I yelp when he tears my panties in two, making me completely naked for him. With insanely quick movements, he shoves his boxers off and then pounces on me. Rather than fucking me like the stallion he is, he rubs his dick against my pussy while peppering me with kisses. His playful, teasing side is one only I get to see. Out there, he’s hard for his men. In here, he shows me what a good man he can be for the ones he loves.
Does he love me?
I hope so.
I don’t think a man can kill with such passionate brutality and not love the woman he preserved amidst the violence. Maybe not the love he had for his wife, especially toward the end of their long marriage, but definitely a new kind of love. One that is just budding and one day will bloom into something beautiful. I try to imagine Koyn—big and fierce—holding a tiny baby we created. It brings tears to my eyes.
“Hey,” he croons, his features softening.
“Pregnancy hormones,” I grumble, blinking my teary eyes. “I’ll be glad when I’m back to my bitchy self.”
He grins before taking my mouth with possessive tugs of his teeth on my lips. His cock slides against my most needy place over and over again until I’m begging for him to push it into me. He reaches between us to grip his dick and then thrusts hard. I cry out, sinking my fingernails into his shoulders as I lift my hips, aching for more of him. He doesn’t disappoint and begins a punishing assault as he fucks me in an owning way. I’m not sure Koyn does anything sweet anymore. Not in the way he probably once did for his wife. But that man died with her. This man is a brutal prez and fierce leader. He’s dark and filthy and dangerous. I’m not attracted to his sweet side, though it’s a bonus. I love the fiery, dominant elements of him. The possessive glint he gets in his eye. How his powerful body crushes mine as he takes pleasure while simultaneously giving it.
I moan when his fingers rub against my clit. He easily sends me to heaven, this naughty fallen angel of mine. I scream his name loud enough for the whole house to hear. His lips find my neck and he nips at the flesh before whispering my name like a prayer. Heat floods into me, marking and claiming me as his. The moment his dick stops twitching with his release, he falls against me, kissing and licking my neck. I love that he keeps his dick inside of me for as long as it’ll stay. As though he wants to keep us linked for as long as possible.
“Do you want a girl or a boy?”
He answers without hesitation. “A girl.”
“That was quick. Why?”
“You’ve seen Nees. He’s a fucking punk. That’s my nephew. We don’t need another Koynakov boy running around.”
I giggle, which makes my pussy clench, forcing his softening cock out of my body. His semen leaks out of me. “That’s mean,” I tell him. “Mean uncle.” I sober up as I absently run my fingers through his hair. “Is Stormy okay?”