Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 72931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
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.
“You.”
I shake my head. “No. You can kill me.”
“Nah, killing you isn’t part of the deal.” He unbuckles his pants. “But this is.”
Scrambling back, I all but fall off the side of the bed in my attempt to escape. He takes his time, amused at my fear, as he strips away his clothes. My heart races inside my chest.
“On your knees, Beauty Queen.”
“No,” I hiss out. Then, I yell to Renaldo, “Help!”
Magna laughs. “No one is going to help you.”
And then he pounces. Quick like lightning. His hand strikes me, sending me flying into the wall. I’m dizzied by the hit and I blink away my daze. He hits me again, this time with his fist. Pain explodes over my cheek as I’m knocked onto my ass. I flip over and crawl away, headed for the bed, hoping for escape.
It’s then his heavy body covers mine.
Naked.
Flesh to flesh.
No.
I check out.
Completely shut down.
Give up.
This life is too much.
I’m vaguely aware of the pain. The stretching. A bare cock inside me. Fucking hard and cruelly. My mind drifts to Koyn. At least that pain I enjoyed. I craved that pain.
Seconds feel like hours.
Minutes take eternities.
When I think I’m completely dead inside, I feel the flood of heat. I wait for more abuse. A blade. Taunting.
What I get is glorious nothing.
Shuffling. Footsteps.
Click.
Koyn
“Want some company, Prez?”
I tear my eyes from my computer screen, blinking several times to wet my eyes, and then glower at Stormy. “I’m working.”
“Same as every day for the past two months,” she hedges, eyes narrowing as she steps closer to my desk. “You did the right thing, you know? Letting her go.”
I crack my neck, trying to ease the tension there. “What do you want?”
“Can’t I just want to hang out?” she asks, turning on her Southern charm as she sits on the edge of my desk.
Her eyes flit to my screen but there’s nothing to see there. The moment I heard her voice, I flipped out of the screen I was working on. What has my hackles raised is why the fuck she keeps looking at it. Stormy’s a nosy bitch, but sometimes it goes beyond that. If I had more proof, I’d say she was a rat.
The thought of having a rat at my compound makes me want to rip the heads off any motherfuckers who even dare to think about crossing me.
“It’s snowing,” she says in a pouty tone. “It’s boring.”
“Where’s Filter?” I ask, casting a glance past her into the hall. “Or do you care anymore?”
This gets her attention because her back straightens. “Of course I care.”
“You’re awfully cozy with my brother lately. What did you call Copper?” I smile evilly at her. “Oh, that’s right, you like calling him Jeremy.”
I lift my brow, waiting for her to lie to me and tell me he told her.
Her face goes blank. “Krista called him that a while back. It just slipped out when I was mad.”
I cross my arms over my chest and study Stormy. She has this beautiful biker bitch vibe going on, but she’s not stupid. In fact, her eyes always gleam with intelligence. It’s why she and Filter have always been a good fit. He’s smart as hell too. I just hope she’s not smarter than him. That could be a problem.
“Where did you say you came from again?” I ask, cocking my head. “Afton?”