Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 72931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
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.
The same sort of pride that filled me when I found out Ellie was pregnant with Blaire bursts inside my chest. I can’t even fucking enjoy it because Hadley is tangled up so badly with the enemy.