Page 67 of Outlaws of Tulsa

He tears off my gown and pushes me onto my back. His body nestles between my thighs. I hear the familiar tear of the foil on the condom before he rolls it on his dick.

Wait.

No.

Koyn doesn’t—

All thoughts escape me as he thrusts all the way inside me. I run as fast as I can in my head. Away. Away. Oh, God. So far away. With each thrust, he reminds me I belong to him in every way.

I want to scream, but no one will come. They never do.

Instead, I slap and claw and shove to no avail. He easily pins me down, calls me Juliette, and groans out his release. Then, he pulls roughly out of me, stumbling to pull off the condom. The bathroom light flicks on. I hear him peeing. A cough. He clears his throat. Then the room goes dark again.

I remain frozen in the bed, caught between dream and reality. The throbbing between my thighs reminds me it’s not a dream at all. Hot tears roll down my temples as I bite hard on my lip to keep from sobbing. Please go away.

“Goodnight, sweetheart,” he slurs. “See you at breakfast.”

Click.

The moment he’s gone, I curl into a ball and drag the pillow to my face. I cry and scream into it, wishing I could suffocate.

I’m in hell.

Koyn delivered me himself.

Two months later…

They took away all the sharp things. My crowns and trophies could be used as weapons. Or tools for self-destruction. The mirrors have been removed because glass is bad. My room has been stripped to nothing. When I behave, I’m allowed out to eat with my father and to hang out with him in his office. Sometimes he lets me browse the Internet because it keeps me from asking him questions. I use that time to look up my obsession.

Koyn.

Or should I say Jared Koynakov?

All the pictures of him are from ten years ago. He was much like my father, a business mogul. Rich. Famous. Revered. In his expensive suits, he was mouth-wateringly handsome. Such a farcry from his rough, dangerous older version of himself. From my hunts, I learned that his wife and daughter were brutally murdered and he fell off the grid after that. Closed up his company and retired. His brother is Jeremy Koynakov, federal agent of the FBI. I’d remembered him wearing the FBI jacket when they took me, but now it’s been confirmed. I wonder if the FBI knows what shit he gets up to in his spare time.

I’m lying in bed, staring at the wall, thinking about all the information I came across on Koyn when I hear voices. Deep and loud. My heart rate ratchets as hope snakes its way into my heart.

Koyn.

He’s come to save me.

I sit up in bed, not worried about hiding my nudity. Clothes were taken from me days after I came back. I’ve gone so long without them, I don’t even miss them. All that matters is seeing Koyn’s handsome face. The “X” scarred into his brutal face. I want to crawl into his lap, push his dark hair to the side and kiss every scar. Beg him to take me back home.

Click.

“You have a guest, Miss Genworth,” Renaldo grits out, anger lacing his tone.

I grin at Renaldo. “Let him in.”

My smile falls when he steps out of the way. A biker walks in, but it’s not my biker. It’s Magna. His eyes are wild and feral. The knife he wields is bigger than my forearm. I gasp in shock.

His anger melts away as he rakes his stare down my naked body. “Been losing too much weight, Beauty Queen.”

I lift my chin and glower at him. “Get the fuck out of my house. My daddy will kill you.” It’s an empty threat and he knows it.

He flashes a predatory grin at me. “He’s the one who gave your bodyguard permission to let me in. A deal’s a deal after all.”

“What deal?” I demand, pulling my sheet over my body.

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