Page 85 of Knockout Queen

“Undress, lie down, and part those legs for me.”

“No.”

He grins. “I already told you I like a fight.”

“More like you want your son’s seconds. That’s disgusting.”

“What’s funny is you think I care. I see a pretty thing. I want a pretty thing. I take a pretty thing. It’s as simple as that.” He cups his cock and starts moving his hand up and down his shaft. “He didn’t hide you away well enough, and now that I know you’re Anna’s daughter… Oh fuck.” He closes his eyes and squeezes his cock until it looks painful.

I look away.

As soon as I do, he’s in my face. “Watch me.” He stands to his full height, which puts his dick pretty much in my face. He strokes himself slowly, and my stomach churns again. I haven’t felt right all day, and who could blame me?

“Take your shirt off. Let me see those titties.”

“Fuck you.”

He moans, and a sadistic smile covers his face. He licks his lips. “I’m trying to decide if my cock in your mouth or your pussy would be best. I guess if I was in your mouth, I won’t be able to hear your screams.”

He moves closer, and I try to push past him. He grabs me. He pulls my arms down by my sides, igniting the scrape on my arms, but I refuse to cry out. His cock brushes my upper thighs. I struggle against him. It’s time. This isn’t going to just end. I have to fight my way out of here. It seems like a fool’s attempt because there are guys just outside this door, but I can’t just sit here and let him do whatever he wants to me.

“Deep down you want it, Kyla. Remember I said I’d fuck you so much better than my son?”

His words give me the burst of energy I need to free myself from his grip even though the pain in my hand is almost unbearable. I move around the side of the bed, trying to put as much distance between us as I can. “Not possible because I love Johnny.”

His eyes widen, and then he laughs. “Now you just made this an even better game. Now I can think about what I’m taking away from my traitorous son while also getting my rocks off.”

“You’re sick.”

He stops and cocks his head to the side. “You’re right. Nothing you throw at me will hurt me. I’m just proud of the fact that I make you sick. You weaklings will never make it in the world. Trust me, I’m doing you a favor.”

“Raping me is a favor?”

He works his way around the bed and grabs my throat. The back of my legs hit his bedside table. “I like that. Yes, I’m going to rape you, but that’s not what I was referring to, Kyla.” With his free hand, he trails a hand down my body. Every inch he passes over, I erase the feel of him the very next second. I numb myself to what’s going on. He squeezes harder, constricting my air. “I was talking about when I hand you over to the Dragons tomorrow. Well, actually, you’re just bait. You liked being bait so much for Gregory, you guys gave me the idea.”

He loosens his hold, and I take a deep breath. My throat burns. Pain radiates from where his fingers dug into me. “The Dragons are trying to take you down. Why would you use me as bait?”

Big Daddy K laughs. “I had Gregory working on them this whole time. He brought them here, looking for an alliance to get rid of me, but what the Dragons don’t know is that I was pulling Gregory’s strings this whole time. I have a knack at pulling the wool over people’s eyes. I do whatever it takes to do it. Even telling Gregory to start a rebellion that was never going to go anywhere.”

“You didn’t care whether he lived or died.”

“I don’t care whether anyone lives or dies. The guys who Gregory was able to tempt to his side would’ve been killed. You guys have already gone and done that for me, so now it only leaves the Dragons.”

“But Gregory is dead.”

“They don’t know that.”

I swallow, and the rawness in my throat scratches like steel wool. “This all worked out perfectly for you then, didn’t it?”

“It did,” K says, tightening his fingers around my throat again. “I found out the leader of the Dragons likes young girls, so after I’m through with you, you’re theirs. Well, at least he thinks so. He won’t live to get you.”

“Once you kill him, you’ll own the Dragons, too.”

K nods. “Strength in numbers, Kyla. Speaking of…” He whistles, and the doors open behind him. The two guards come in, and I start to shake. K throws me on the bed. “Hold her down.”

I kick at them. I thrash around. K leans his weight directly on the bandage on my thigh, then pries open my other thigh forcing my knees to the bed while the other two grab each hand. A cry works its way up my throat because Jesus fuck, my fucking hand. I force the scream down. His stare roams over my body greedily while I try to move. Tears spill from my eyes. He grabs the hem of my shirt and rips it. He keeps tearing until I’m in my bra, the sides of my shirt cast aside.

“I’m going to enjoy this so fucking much.”

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