Koyn

by K. Webster

  I grit my teeth and shrug.

  His dark eyes flash with fury. “Everyone out.”

  Halo leaves and Filter has to drag Stormy out. I stare after them and shiver when I finally meet Koyn’s eyes again.

  “You think this absolves you from your part in this game?”

  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.

  But she’s not the enemy.

  Right?

  Same last name. Same eyes. Same blood.

  The enemy carries my child in her womb.

  I should hate her because of who she is, and my fucked up self wants to fucking hold her and keep her.

  “Please what, Hadley? Please stop?” I taunt as I push my dick between her slick pussy lips. Her cunt sucks me into her hot, inviting body.

  “No,” she moans. “Please don’t leave me with them.”

  I grip a fistful of her hair and yank her back upright so I can access her ear. My dick is buried deep inside her from this angle, fully impaling my sweet, pregnant enemy.

  “I’m going to kill them.” I buck my hips, loving the scream that echoes in the bathroom from her lips. “But first, I’m going to make your daddy watch me rape his pretty little girl. It’s only fair after what he paid Putnam to do to mine.”

  She starts to sob, fat tears leaking down her red cheeks. I possessively grab her pussy and slide my finger between the lips to find her clit. Her whimpers turn into moans as I coax her body to the edge of bliss. I suck on her ear as I roll the bud of nerves between my finger and thumb. She writhes and gasps at my touch.

  “Fuck, baby,” I croon. “Your pussy is so fucking juicy right now. You like it when I hurt you. That makes you so fucked in the head, baby girl.”

  Her tits jiggle each time I thrust up into her. I love how she’s forced to hold on to my head to keep from falling as her knees keep giving out. I stop tweaking her clit to smack it with my hand. Her body clenches around my dick, making me groan.

  “See,” I tease, nipping at her earlobe. “Watch your face when I do it.”

  I smack her pussy harder this time. Her lips part, her cheeks redden, her lashes flutter. She fucking loves this. This girl makes me insane in the fucking brain, but I can’t find two shits to care. I like going a little crazy for her. She chases away the pain and heartache, replacing it with something hot and filling and heavy. I want to fucking drown in it.

  “I want to bite you there,” I growl, “but hitting your juicy cunt is nearly as satisfying.”

  I use my fingers to spread apart her lips, exposing her clit, and slap it hard. This causes her to detonate like I pushed a fucking nuke button. Her body shudders hard and she nearly flies off my dick as she screams. I pull her to me, fucking her cunt brutally as it clenches with each pulse of her orgasm. When she’s coming down from her high, I push her back down onto the counter, her palms pressed flat against the surface. Her hair is wild and her eyes are manic. I yank out of her roughly and replace my cock with my fingers. She groans as I fuck her juices onto my fingers.

  “When we see your daddy, I’m going to ta
ke your ass, baby girl. I’m going to make him watch as I fuck your hole.” I slip my fingers out and then push one brutally into her ass.

  She screams, but the masochistic bitch pushes against me, silently begging for the brutality. I’m just as sick as she is, because I give in, fucking her tight hole hard with my finger. I yank it out and then grab my throbbing cock. We both hiss when I begin pushing the fat head of my dick into her puckered hole. It opens for me, stretching to accommodate my massive girth.

  “Your hole is a nasty slut for my dick,” I tell her, satisfaction in my tone. “You’re not supposed to like an ass raping.” My words are slightly amused. “You’re supposed to cry and beg me to stop.” I smack her ass hard.

  She sobs. “Don’t stop.”

  Bad girl.

  Good girl.

  Confusing fucking girl.

  I slide almost all the way out before slamming into her with all the force I can muster. She cries out, her head nearly smashing into the glass. I grab her hair, yanking back, just in time. Fisting it tight, I meet her stare with mine as I brutally take her ass with no softness or apology.

  But fuck how she wants it.

  She trembles and moans.

  Licks her pink, fuckable lips.

  Pushes against my dick, meeting me thrust for thrust.

  “I’m going to come inside your ass,” I tell her. “So much and so hard, you’ll be shitting me for a week.”

  Instead of being grossed out or disgusted, she whimpers. Begs for it all with her pretty brown eyes locked on mine. God, this girl is going to be the death of me.

  I come with a groan and do as promised. Fill her the fuck up. Her ass sucks it all in like a thirsty little bitch. I caress her ass cheek, unable to keep up the cold, hateful act.

  Truth is, I want to fucking hold her.

  I want to kiss away her tears and wash away the sweat and filth I’ve managed to create on her.

  I want to keep her and own her and play with her.

  I want to love her.

  Which is why I really need to fucking get rid of her.

  “Let me deal with her,” Filter grinds out, pacing in front of my desk.

  I crack my neck and swallow down the rage. “No.”

  “Prez,” he starts, pinning me with a glare. “I’m here to be your backup, man. To protect you…”

  “From a little girl?” I spit out.

  “From yourself, asshole.”

  I bristle at his words. “I don’t need protecting. I know what I’m doing.”

  “Do you, though? You kidnapped her for revenge only to rescue her from the slaughterhouse. All night long, you held her like she was a fucking kid having a nightmare. This morning you wake up pissed at yourself, seeking guidance from your brothers. We fucking guide you. Then, you undo all the goddamn pep talk shit we went through just to fuck her so loud the whole house heard. Now what? Is she a prisoner or your old lady, because I’m getting real confused, man.”

  I don’t take lightly to disrespect, but this is Filter. He never loses his cool with me. Ever. If he’s flipping his shit, it’s out of worry for me. I get it. I really do. I just don’t give a shit.

  “I know what I’m doing,” I state again, my tone firm.

  He runs his fingers through his golden hair and lets out a frustrated breath. “All right. Based on the fierce as fuck look in your eyes, I’m going back to treating her like your old lady.”

  I don’t confirm or deny his words.

  I’m not sure what Hadley is to me. When it’s us, alone, it feels good and right and fucking perfect. But when I let myself think about the past and the transgressions against me by her father and her dead boyfriend’s fuckface dad, I want to use her as a fucking tool in my revenge.

  Truth is, I lied to Filter.

  I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing.

  But I’m doing it anyway.

  “So what’s the plan—”

  His words are cut off by a beeping on my computer. Someone is trying to video chat with me. A sinister smile curves my lips up.

  “Daddy’s calling,” I tell Filter before mashing the accept button.

  Marron Genworth’s worthless face fills the screen. His cheeks are red with fury and his nostrils flare. “Where the fuck is my daughter?”

  I arch a brow at him. “What makes you think I have her?”

  “The cameras, asshole. I saw your men take her.”

  “We all took turns fucking her ass until she bled out and died.” I smirk at him. “Or did we feed her to the pigs? I can’t recall.”

  “Listen here, motherfucker!” he roars. “I know you didn’t kill her. You’re too goddamn smart for that, hence the fucking ‘X’ on your face. I know you’re going to use her to get to me!”

  “Are you done?” I say in a calm tone.

  “I want her back. Tonight.”

  At this, I laugh. Cruel. Hard. Evil. “You want her? Come get her.”

  “You think I’m going to walk into a trap of yours unprepared?” he sneers. “I’m not you.”

  My mind flits back to the night I walked in on Ellie and Blaire. To Putnam and his crony hurting my girls. Rage bubbles up to the surface, making me fist my hand. I want to ram my fist through the screen. Instead, I cock my head at him. “You think you’re the smartest fucker around here, don’t you?”

  His grin is wolfish. “I undid that virus bullshit you put on my computer while you were here. I hacked into your computer for this call. I found out where your stupid house hidden in the woods is.”

  I lean in and narrow my eyes at him. “You may have caught me with my pants down a decade ago when you slithered into my life and cut out my family.” My mouth turns up in a sinister grin. “My family are snakes now. We know how to deal with your kind.”

  “I will ruin you,” he threatens. “Everything you’ve built in the last decade. I will turn it inside out and fucking destroy it if you touch one hair on Hadley’s head.”

  “Oh no,” I mock. “I’m in trouble now.”

  He glowers at me. “You better not—”

  “I. Fucking. Did.” I laugh in his fucking face. “In fact, her asshole is probably still dripping.”

  The dickhead goes into a curse-filled rant while Filter laughs at my taunting.

  “When you get here,” I warn, “I’m going to make you watch every horrible thing I do to your little girl. I’m going to hurt and defile her. I’m going to rape every little hole on her while you watch, strapped to a goddamn chair.”

  He starts to rage again, but I cut him off. With a couple of buttons, I shove him out the backdoor I created solely for this purpose. The asshole thinks he has me. All he has is what I allow him to have.

  Soon, that’ll be fucking nothing.

  Hadley

  The house is quiet.

  Too quiet.

  I’ve been lying in bed all day, fighting sickness, but by evening it fades and I’m left feeling antsy. My curiosity gets the better of me and has me exploring Koyn’s massive home. Though I’m checking out the rooms of the other guys, my mind isn’t on them. It’s on me. I’m pregnant. I still can’t believe it, though it’s not completely shocking considering Koyn’s inability to use a condom or pull out. The thought of my stomach swelling to accommodate our baby has my heart stuttering. Absently, I stroke my nearly flat stomach through the hoodie I’m wearing.

  “Everything’s going to be okay, little one.”

  I peek my head in a room that must be Dragon’s. Everything’s been painted black and there are knives of all variety sticking out of the sheetrock. It makes me wonder if Koyn cares that Dragon has destroyed the walls. Knowing Koyn, he doesn’t care.

  All Koyn cares about is revenge.

  The thought is paralyzing because I’m a part of his revenge plan. I’d much rather be a part of his happiness. I’m carrying his child after all. My eyes water as I think about my near future. Dad will find out where I’m at since they took me and he’ll find a way to take me back.

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sp; And I can’t go back.

  Never again.

  I need to talk to Koyn. To convince him to let me stay and not as his prisoner.

  As I wind my way through the house, I eventually hear the murmur of voices behind a closed door. I’m just turning the corner to find Stormy hovering near the door.

  “They started the meeting without us,” I joke as I approach.

  She nearly jumps out of her skin. “You scared the shit out of me, brat,” she hisses and smiles broadly at me.

  I fall into her embrace the moment she opens her arms. After the year I’ve had, it feels really good to just be held by a friend. Stormy is a good person and I like her.

  “How are you feeling?” she asks, stroking her fingers through my hair, but not pulling away.

  “Better.”

  “Good. Did Koyn hurt you?”

  I squeeze my ass cheeks. Yes, I’m sore as hell after the way he took me earlier, but he didn’t hurt me. “We had sex. It was typical Koyn sex.”

  She pulls away to frown. “Consensual?”

  “Yes, Detective Nosy.”

  Her eyes roll so hard I think they’re going to fall out of her head. “I just worry about you, kid.”

  At least someone does.

  “Why do you stay?” I ask, my brows knitting together. “With Filter, I mean. Is it that serious?”

  Her gaze darkens. “I do what I have to do.”

  “Because you want to be his old lady?”

  “Maybe,” she says, a far cry from what she told me before. Before, she said she loved him and was trying to get him to commit. I wonder what’s changed.

  “Do you still want to be his old lady?”

  “No.” She pauses, seemingly flustered over her admitting it to me. “I mean, I want to be someone’s old lady one day. I just don’t know if Filter and I will last.”

  “How come?”

  She shrugs. “He doesn’t want to commit. He keeps me at arm’s length. Always has.”

  “So why not break up with him and date someone else?”

  “Like Koyn?” she taunts, her lips curling up on one side.

  “I was thinking his brother.” I smirk at her.