Page 61 of Outlaws of Tulsa

“Not until you eat,” Koyn says in a bossy, fatherly tone. “Bermuda. Make her a plate.”

Koyn hauls me over to the kitchen table and then sits. He pulls me into his lap, making me straddle him. His brown eyesare wild and unhinged. I don’t know him like this. Why do I always get myself into terrible situations? Moments later, a plate clanks down on the table behind me.

Koyn reaches past me to grab the fork. He scoops up some food and then begins to feed me. Bile is in my throat and my stomach churns. Through my tears, he feeds me. I choke it all down because I’m afraid what’ll happen if I don’t. When I’m full, I whimper and plead with my eyes.

He smiles and pets my hair. “All done, baby?”

I nod, sending more tears leaking out.

“Let’s get you cleaned up and ready for bed.”

By the time our shower ends, I’m nearly catatonic. And I’m succumbing to his gentle caresses and sweet words. Crazy always finds a way to burrow itself inside me. After we’re dry, he carries my naked body bridal style to his big bed. Like I’m his little girl, he tucks me in before joining me. His stomach rumbles and it reminds me that he didn’t eat when I did.

“You’re being quiet,” he says, stroking his large palm over my breast. My nipple pebbles in response. “Too quiet.”

“Oh.”

“I like when you make noises.”

My breath catches when his palm slides down my stomach. Everything in my mind screams for me to push him away, but my body craves his touch. It makes no sense. I’m fucked in the head. I gasp when his fingers rub at my clit. A small mewl escapes me.

“Good girl. That’s what I like. You going to let me fuck you one last time?”

One last time?

“Please don’t kill me.”

His mouth presses to mine. “Silly girl.” He lashes his tongue out, dominating mine with his. So easily he plays my body as he kisses me. With embarrassing quickness, I come, crying out into his mouth. He devours every sound.

Then, he’s between my thighs.

Large.

Imposing.

Powerful.

All I can do is spread my thighs and welcome him. On some sick level, I need this. I need him. His demanding mouth overtakes mine and distracts me from my horrible memories of earlier. He slides his cock along my slit in a teasing manner.

“You’re the sweetest thing, Hadley.”

I revel in his praise and claw at him, needing him inside me more than my next breath. Fucked in the head. So fucked in the head. He complies by pushing his dick inside my slippery body. I take in every inch of him like a greedy whore. I kiss him harder. Fiercer. Needier than ever before. Rather than fucking me like a madman like before, he thrusts gently as though he’s trying to memorize every moment.

It makes me sad.

He really is going to kill me.

I don’t want to die.

I want to stay here with him, I realize. I don’t want to see him murder people, but I still want to stay. It’s the best place I’ve been in a while.

“Look at how sweet you are on my dick,” he croons. “So mine.”

I cave at his tender words, stroking my fingers through his hair. “Yours.” Please keep me. Please.

He kisses me like he might.

Possessive. Caring. Thoroughly.

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