Page 94 of Outlaws of Tulsa

Genworth’s nostrils flare and then he closes his eyes.

Just like I’d closed mine, unable to watch what Putnam did to Blaire.

“Dragon,” I snarl. “He’s going to watch. He’ll be forced to watch. Payne, hold his head.”

My guys don’t disappoint. Rather than holding his eyes open, Dragon grabs one of Genworth’s eyelids, pulls it away from the eyeball, and carefully cuts off his upper lid. Genworth screams like a little bitch. Where Putnam was used to a rough life, Genworth is a fucking pussy who hides behind money as a thin veil of power. Putnam continues to cook, completely silent now. Genworth, though, is the one bellowing through his tape now. Dragon makes quick work of removing Genworth’s other eyelid.

He looks creepy as fuck with no eyelids and blood running down his cheeks.

Creepy, but I still let loose a dark, satisfied laugh.

“Hadley, come here,” I growl out, holding my hand out toward her.

Bermuda gives her a pat on the back before urging her to walk toward me. She seems so tiny in my huge hoodie. Her dark hair is messy and wild. The poor girl is white as a fucking sheet likeshe might pass out at any moment. Which means she’s really not going to like this.

“Get on your knees, little princess. Show your daddy who you worship now.”

Genworth yells through his tape. I ignore him.

She sways as she starts to get on her knees. I reach out, gripping her shoulders, and steady her. Then, I guide her down to her knees. Her hands are shaky and weak. I save her the efforts and unbutton my jeans. Once the fly is unzipped, I run my bloody fingers through her hair.

“Suck, PG.”

She looks up at me with teary eyes. I expect to hear her beg me to let her rest or escape or something. Her eyes plead with me to keep her. To fucking love her. Before I can decide what I want to do, her plump, dry lips wrap around my dick. Genworth throwing a fucking fit makes it all worth it. I’d originally wanted to fuck her right in front of him, but then I decided I didn’t want that. I didn’t want them all to see. Even villains have fucking standards.

I groan when her tongue rubs against the underside of my dick. My fingers fist in her hair. Our eyes meet. Without words, I warn her. Her fingernails dig into my jeans, bracing herself. I let out a pleased grunt as I skullfuck her. I shove my dick in her little mouth, past the sharp sting of her teeth, and down her wet, tight throat. My girl gags and sobs, but she takes my dick like it’s her goddamn job. She chokes and I feel hot vomit rush up her throat around my dick and damned if it doesn’t feel fucking good. Quickly, I pull out, letting her deal with her situation. Despite the vomit running down her chin, she grabs my dick and strokes me.

Good girl.

Good fucking girl.

I’m going to come all over her pretty, ruined face. Mark her in front of her daddy. Show him who she belongs to now.

“Beg for it, baby girl.”

“Please,” she whimpers.

“You want me to make you messy, hmm? You want me to make you mine?”

She nods, stroking me harder. “I want to be yours…Daddy.”

My nuts seize up and cum jets all over her face. This girl is going to need a long, hot shower if she makes it out of here alive. Thoughts of her naked in the shower as I wash away every dirty part on her has my chest tightening in response.

I want to keep her.

As soon as my dick stops twitching with my release, I pull away from Hadley. She doesn’t wipe away the mess that’s on her face. Simply stares up at me with a hopeful expression. One that pleads for me to protect her and love her.

“Look, Genworth,” I taunt as I put my dick away. “Your little girl chooses me over you. Why the fuck would the little princess want to be my little whore?” I nod at Filter. “Take his tape off.”

Seconds later, Genworth is yelling at me.

“YOU MOTHERFUCKER! SHE’S MINE!”

I arch a brow at him. “Wasn’t your cock she was sucking, now, was it?”

The yelp that comes from Hadley is one that cuts right down to the bone. I jerk my head to look at her. My words physically pained her. Her entire body trembles with fear. Not of me. Of him. She buries her face against my shirt, hugging me around my waist from her position on her knees. I can’t help but caress her hair with my sticky, bloody fingers.

“Stand up, Hadley,” I say so soft only she can hear.

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