Koyn (Royal Bastards MC) Page 11

  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.”

  With newfound determination and tears streaming down her red cheeks, she sits up. Her hands find mine and she threads our fingers together. I hold her as she uses my body to find release. She tilts her body, making the head of my cock barely breach her opening. I nearly come right then. Instead, I growl out a warning at her.

  “Hadley.”

  She trembles and then bites down on her bottom lip before painfully sliding back off.

  “Good girl,” I grit out. “Good fucking girl. It’s so much better when you listen.” I work my own hips in tandem with hers. “When you listen, it makes me want to keep you and take care of you.”

  Her body quakes at my words. All it takes is a little bit more sliding along my dick before she tenses up. She screams out my name loud enough to tell the whole house what we’re up to. My nuts seize up seeing her lost to passion. I groan as my jizz shoots out of me and all up the front of my chest. She sits up on her knees as though she’s going to get off the bed. I grab her with one hand and then drag my fingers through my cum with the other. Our eyes meet and then I slide my wet, cum-drenched fingers along her slit. She gasps when I push them inside her cunt, fucking her gently and marking her with me. I pull my fingers out and scoop up another glob of cum, daring her to tell me no. The good girl just smiles at me. Her pussy sucks my fingers in, thirsty for my cum. As though I’m in some sort of fucked-up trance, I continue this until my chest is clean. Knowing she’s filled up with my cum does something to me.

  Mine.

  Mine.

  Mine.

  I pull her to me and hug her, nuzzling my nose in her hair. She relaxes against me. For a long time, I simply hold her and stroke her and kiss her. Eventually, I speak, breaking the spell.

  “You don’t want to go home and you don’t have Junior. Is it Putnam? Are you trying to get back to him?”

  She stiffens in my embrace. “No.”

  “Are you sure you’re not just a whore for power?” I taunt, hoping to push her buttons and get some information from her.

  “If I were a whore for power, I would’ve stayed my ass at home.” She sits up, breaking from my hold, to glower at me. “Fuck you, Koyn.”

  “Nah,” I mutter. “You’ve already been dicked by a Putnam.”

  Hadley

  He can’t ignore me forever.

  I cross my arms over my chest, knowing my outfit today is hot. Based on the looks of everyone besides Koyn, they agree. Koyn won’t even fucking look at me.

  Bastard.

  After he all but made love to me the other day, he just left me in my bed. Naked. Upset. Sated. Confused. Angry.

  When we were in the middle of our intimate moments, I felt needed and wanted and desired. We were connected. Then, he just severed our link like I was an appendage he could do without.

  He hates Magna.

  He thinks I’m going to run off to be with Magna.

  A shudder ripples through me.

  Over my dead body.

  Problem is, I think Magna might go to those lengths to get me—to get back at me. Surely by now he’ll have assumed I traded sides. Technically, I have. Koyn may have kidnapped me, but it’s not like I haven’t settled right into this cushy life. It’s not a hardship. His club is way better than Magna’s ever was. Magna is possessive and wild. I know him. If he catches wind I’m here, he’ll come for me. Not like some valiant hero to save his son’s girlfriend, but more of a petulant child
who wants his toy back.

  I’m a toy.

  It was only a matter of time and I would have been.

  His.

  Magna made me suck his dick.

  I hated it. And had we had more time, he would’ve probably forced me to do more shit. I loved Junior, but not Magna. Magna is a violent psychopath. If he ever gets his claws in me, I’ll never get free.

  “Excuse me, princess,” Bermuda says, patting my ass as he reaches to grab a hunting knife off the counter.

  I feel a hard stare on me.

  Ahh, so he’s done ignoring me.

  If all it took was for Bermuda to flirt with me, I would’ve taken this route days ago. Ignoring Koyn’s hot glare, I turn to regard Bermuda. They’re all decked out in camo as they get ready to hunt. Stormy and I are to stay back, heating up the casseroles Bermuda prepared and to watch the turkey. Bermuda looks the most like a country boy in his getup. I slide my arms around his neck and stand on my toes to press a kiss to his cheek.

  “Good luck, Bermuda.”

  He’s frozen in my embrace, his pink lips parted in surprise. If I didn’t think Koyn would kill him for it, I would kiss his lips. But Koyn is like Dragon. It’s unwise to taunt. A little poking is fun, though.

  “You gonna catch me a deer?” I ask sweetly, grinning at him.

  His hands go to my ass again. “Kill, PG. I’m gonna kill you a deer.”

  “Brutal.”

  He grins. “We’re savages.”

  Before I can utter another word, I’m yanked forcefully from him. I let out a screech as someone big and strong drags me away. Koyn. I stop fighting it and relax as he carries me down the hallway and into a powder room.

  A big Man Mansion filled with badass bikers and they have a powder room.

  They’re fucking confusing, that’s what.

  He flips on the light and pushes me against the sink so I’m forced to look in the mirror. I’m wearing a white dress Stormy loaned me. A short, poufy skirt, but the bodice part fits like a corset, forcing my tits up and out. It’s the most pageant thing I’ve worn since I’ve run away. I love it.

  Behind me, Koyn looks like the devil. He may not be wearing his cut, but he’s dressed in dark green camouflage and wears a black beanie on his head. The scars on his face are more prominent without his tousled hair distracting me. He presses his body against mine, pinning me to the sink. Then, with the gentlest of touches, he skims his palms down my bare shoulders and down my arms. His nose buries itself in my hair and he inhales me.

  “You’re not Bermuda’s.” His gruff words send a chill down my spine.

  “I’m not anyone’s.”

  “You’re mine.”

  “Am I?”

  Our eyes meet in the mirror. His are dark and cruel and possessive. “You are.”

  My bottom lip trembles and I bite down on it, fighting tears. “Then why do you always act like what happens between us never happened. I can’t forget what you do to me, but you always do.”

  “I never forget,” he murmurs, cupping my tits over my dress. “Ever.”

  “Then why won’t you fuck me?” I yell, hating that tears are welling in my eyes. I spent way too much time on my makeup for it to get ruined. “I’m old enough where it counts.”

  “It was never about your age and you know it.”

  “Because of Magna?”

  His eyes flash violently. “Do you want old man Putnam?”

  I shake my head, sending tears streaking down my cheeks.

  “Why’s that?”

  “Because he hurts me.”

  “I hurt you.”

  More tears leak out, dragging my mascara down with them. Ruined. I’m ruined now. I think I was the moment Koyn threw me over his shoulder the night he killed Junior.

  “It feels good when you hurt me,” I choke out, my chin wobbling.

  “If he came here for you today, what would you do?”

  “Beg for you to kill him and keep me.”

  His brow lifts slightly. “You want to be mine?”

  “Who else’s would I be? Bermuda’s? Dragon’s?”

  He shoves my dress up my hips and swats my bare ass. The thong I’m wearing is nude and blends in with my flesh. “You’re mine,” he states. “So stop fucking flirting with my guys.”

  “What if I do?” I taunt.

  “I’ll whip you.”

  “Whipping me turns you on, Daddy.”

  He groans and swats me again, harder. “Stop with the fucking taunting, PG.”

  “I wonder who has the bigger dick. Bermuda or Dragon.”

  His palm cracks against my ass again, making me cry out. “Me. I have the biggest dick.”

  “I don’t believe you.”

  “Naughty fucking girl.”

  Our eyes meet in the mirror. He ripples with violence and rage and sex appeal. I’m a mess with my mascara stained face and teary eyes. He grips a handful of my hair, yanking my head to the side. His lips crash onto my skin, sucking and biting and licking. Seeing him devour me is one of the single hottest things I have ever witnessed in my life. His cock through his camo presses against my sore ass.

  “I can be good,” I promise. “Fuck me and make me yours.”

  He slides his palms to my breasts and yanks down on the bodice, freeing my breasts. The material is tight and uncomfortable dragged down over my ribs. I take shallow breaths as he works at his pants. He frees his cock and slaps it against my bare ass.

  “Are you wet?” he murmurs. “Does getting punished make you horny, PG?”

  I hold his stare in the mirror as I reach down to touch my panties. “Soaked. I like it when you daddy me.”

  His features darken. “You like fucking with my head.”

  “If it makes you lose control with me, hell yeah.”

  He shoves me down so I’m bent over, my face practically in the sink. I grip the edge of the porcelain, bracing myself. His large, rough fingers pull my thong to the side. He rubs the tip of his dick along my slit and then, without warning, he pushes his thickness inside me. I gasp as he stretches me with his massive cock.

  “Fuck, Hadley,” he growls. “You make me insane.”

  I push back against him, taking him as deep as possible. “It’s mutual.”

  He grabs a handful of my hair, yanking me up so we can look at each other in the mirror once more. I have nothing to hold on to, so I reach back and tug off his beanie so I can touch his soft hair. His hips piston hard. I cry out as he claims me with one powerful thrust. One of his hands dives under my dress to find my clit. The moment his expert fingers find that throbbing nub of pleasure, I lose all sense of reality. His mouth is on my neck, sucking and biting hard enough that I sob.

  He’s everywhere all at once.

  I feel consumed and claimed and owned.

  It’s addictive.

  I give in to his power and let him use me—to take everything he wants from me. I want it too. I want to be taken from and used. I want to be obliterated.

  Koyn doesn’t disappoint.

  He fucks me to the point of pain, but his fingers bring such pleasure. My orgasm detonates like a bomb and I explode. Every nerve ending in my body comes alive as I thrash uncontrollably. He lets out a groan and then his hot seed floods inside me. With each throb of his cock, I feel the tentacles of his claim over me twisting like vines around my heart and mind. Squeezing. Suffocating. Making a promise.

  Mine.

  I feel it to the marrow of my bones.

  His lips brush against my neck and then he pulls out. I’m barely able to speak a word to him when he tucks his cock back in his pants and slips out the door.

  What. The. Fuck.

  Fat tears well in my eyes and skate down my red cheeks. I’m a mess. His cum slides out of my body, running down my thighs and dripping to the rug at my feet. He fucked and ran. Why do I have such poor luck with men?

  Look at you, Pageant Girl.

  Wrecked and ruined.

  My hair is a mess. Purple bruises
are forming on my neck. I can even see teeth marks. My dress is pulled down, revealing my tits, and the skirt portion is twisted and ruffled. It’s my face that gets me. The black makeup has been smeared down my cheek and my eyes are red.

  Disgraced princess.

  Escaped her perfect tower to end up with a villain. Always a villain.

  Another sob escapes me.

  I clutch the sink, feeling bile rise up my throat. It burns and stings. I swallow hard, refusing to throw up and make things worse than they already are. More tears leak out. I bring a shaky hand to my cheek and hastily rub away the fresh tears with the heel of my hand.

  Click.

  Koyn is back, his powerful aura nearly knocking me over.

  I was just bawling my eyes out over him and I’m already wishing he’ll fuck me again. Ruin me so good. What the fuck is wrong with me?

  “Don’t cry.”

  His gruff words have my tears staying in my eyes.

  “You’re pretty when you cry, but it makes me feel like shit,” he admits, his brows furrowed. He stands behind me and runs his fingers through my tangled hair. Then, he lifts something that sparkles in the light.

  “A princess needs a crown, PG.” He places a tiara like headband on my head. It sparkles beautifully and I gasp.

  “You bought me a present,” I whisper.

  And not just any present. A headband. My heart aches.

  “Happy belated birthday, PG.”

  I’m shocked. Junior didn’t get me anything for my birthday aside from a few spankings that led to a blow job. This is unexpected and surprisingly sweet.

  Koyn’s palms slide down and then he straightens my dress. He gently tucks my breasts back into the bodice portion of my dress, righting everything as it should go. He releases me to open a cabinet. After pulling out a cloth, he wets it.

  “Are you going to clean up your cum?” I ask, my brow arched.

  He smirks. “Nah. I like it running down your legs. I’m going to clean up your face, Hadley.”

  I melt as he turns me to look at him. All sexual thoughts vanish as I stare up at this man. It reminds me of when I didn’t place at my first pageant. I’d been nine and devastated. Momma tried to calm me, but I was too upset. Daddy pulled me aside, dried my tears, and told me next time I’d win. That’s what Genworths do.