Page 85 of Outlaws of Tulsa

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?”

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