Page 68 of Outlaws of Tulsa

“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.

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