Page 54 of Outlaws of Tulsa

“Fuck, Hadley,” he growls. “You make me insane.”

I push back against him, taking him as deep as possible. “It’s mutual.”

He grabs a handful of my hair, yanking me up so we can look at each other in the mirror once more. I have nothing to hold on to, so I reach back and tug off his beanie so I can touch his soft hair. His hips piston hard. I cry out as he claims me with one powerful thrust. One of his hands dives under my dress to find my clit. The moment his expert fingers find that throbbing nub of pleasure, I lose all sense of reality. His mouth is on my neck, sucking and biting hard enough that I sob.

He’s everywhere all at once.

I feel consumed and claimed and owned.

It’s addictive.

I give in to his power and let him use me—to take everything he wants from me. I want it too. I want to be taken from and used. I want to be obliterated.

Koyn doesn’t disappoint.

He fucks me to the point of pain, but his fingers bring such pleasure. My orgasm detonates like a bomb and I explode. Every nerve ending in my body comes alive as I thrash uncontrollably. He lets out a groan and then his hot seed floods inside me. With each throb of his cock, I feel the tentacles of his claim over me twisting like vines around my heart and mind. Squeezing. Suffocating. Making a promise.

Mine.

I feel it to the marrow of my bones.

His lips brush against my neck and then he pulls out. I’m barely able to speak a word to him when he tucks his cock back in his pants and slips out the door.

What. The. Fuck.

Fat tears well in my eyes and skate down my red cheeks. I’m a mess. His cum slides out of my body, running down my thighs and dripping to the rug at my feet. He fucked and ran. Why do I have such poor luck with men?

Look at you, Pageant Girl.

Wrecked and ruined.

My hair is a mess. Purple bruises are forming on my neck. I can even see teeth marks. My dress is pulled down, revealing my tits, and the skirt portion is twisted and ruffled. It’s my face that gets me. The black makeup has been smeared down my cheek and my eyes are red.

Disgraced princess.

Escaped her perfect tower to end up with a villain. Always a villain.

Another sob escapes me.

I clutch the sink, feeling bile rise up my throat. It burns and stings. I swallow hard, refusing to throw up and make things worse than they already are. More tears leak out. I bring a shaky hand to my cheek and hastily rub away the fresh tears with the heel of my hand.

Click.

Koyn is back, his powerful aura nearly knocking me over.

I was just bawling my eyes out over him and I’m already wishing he’ll fuck me again. Ruin me so good. What the fuck is wrong with me?

“Don’t cry.”

His gruff words have my tears staying in my eyes.

“You’re pretty when you cry, but it makes me feel like shit,” he admits, his brows furrowed. He stands behind me and runs his fingers through my tangled hair. Then, he lifts something that sparkles in the light.

“A princess needs a crown, PG.” He places a tiara like headband on my head. It sparkles beautifully and I gasp.

“You bought me a present,” I whisper.

And not just any present. A headband. My heart aches.

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