Page 83 of Outlaws of Tulsa

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 predatorI 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?”

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