Page 122 of Outlaws of Tulsa

She’s sitting up in bed, her hair a tangled mess and her blue eyes wild, when I return. The blanket is clutched in the grip of her uninjured hand, holding it just above her breasts.

“W-Where are my clothes?” she demands, her brows pinching in confusion.

“They were soaked.” I try to keep my cool, knowing she’s still kind of out of it. “Now you’re going to eat this soup—”

“Stay away from me!”

I set the bowl down on the end table. “You can cut this bullshit right now,” I growl. “I just went and rescued your ass, treated your ass, and was about to feed your ass. What I don’t need is you making my ass feel like shit when you’re the one who fucking bolted!”

She flings the covers off and launches herself off the bed. The moment she puts weight on her foot, she cries out, flailing. I snag her before she hits the ground, drawing her into my arms.

“No!” she shrieks. “Don’t touch me, you monster!”

“Calm the fuck down!” I roar.

She wriggles and screeches in my grip. I toss her back on the bed, already over her shit. When she bares her ass to me, barely covered in a pink thong, as she tries to crawl away, I decide it’s time to punish her now rather than later. I grab her good ankle, dragging her back toward me. With a hard smack, I strike her white ass. Her entire body goes still before she snarls out every curse word known to man. I smack her ass harder this time.

Apparently it’s going to take a lot more than my hand.

She howls, her voice dripping with terror when I undo my belt. I yank it off with a swoosh as I pin her down with a strong hand on the middle of her back. Her scream is otherworldly when I strike her ass hard, just like I used to have to do to Blake when he was going through a shitty-ass pre-teen stage. She squirms and sobs, fighting me to no avail.

Whack. Whack. Whack.

I stripe her ass crimson until she stops trying to escape. Her sobs become hysterical, but she gives in to the punishment. Once I’ve deemed she’s had enough, I caress her hot, abused flesh.

“Good girl,” I praise. “Now, I want you to—”

“Please don’t rape me.”

And just like that, I’m pissed again.

“We’ve already established no one has to rape you, Stormy. All they have to do is possess something you want and you spread those pretty legs all by yourself.” I smack her sore bottom again, pleased at how she flinches. “Question is, what do you want from me, little storm? Freedom? You willing to let me fuck you for that.”

“Fuck. You.”

The fire in her tone has me fighting a smile. At least I know she’s getting back to normal. I drop my belt and flip her onto her back. She sucks in a breath when I pounce on her, pinning her wrists to the bed and crushing her with my massive frame. Hate burns bright in her blue eyes, making them sparkle like never before.

“I want you to listen real good,” I murmur, fixating on the way her lips slowly return to their pink color now that her blood is flowing hot and angry through her. “You’re mine now. I fought to keep you and I’ll keep fighting. You owe me answers and your discomfort will bring me great pleasure. Spanking you was the highlight of my day.” I smirk at her, loving the blush that creeps over her pretty makeup-free face. “When we fuck, you’ll beg for it, woman. Your pussy will be so wet and so fucking needy you’ll slide right over my cock, eager as hell to finally be getting my dick.”

“You can go right to hell,” she snaps.

I push her wrists together above her head, locking them in my grip of one hand so I can free up my other. She cries out when I grab her knee, pushing it to the side. I wedge myself between her thighs, settling my cock against her cunt. Slowly, I rock my erection against her, loving how her lips part with a gasp.

“I’ve never had to rape a woman,” I rumble, grinding against her. “I never will either.”

A whimper escapes her and she bites on her bottom lip, unable to hide how much she likes what I’m doing to her.

“I know you have me built up to be a monster in your head, but you can just quit that shit right now. I’m a man who does what he has to in order to protect his family. That includes the Royal Bastards.” I cup her breast over her bra, appreciating the way it fills my hand. “And you may be my captive, but that includes you too, little storm.”

She hisses when I curl a finger beneath the cup of her bra so I can rub across her nipple. Her breath catches when I pull back the cup, revealing the pale skin to me. I pinch at the tender flesh that’s peaked and begging for attention. Her thighs clench around my hips.

“Stop, motherfucker,” she spits out.

I tug my hand away, pleased when her eyes turn dull with barely hidden disappointment. Rather than pinch her nipple some more like I want to, I grip her jaw, holding her face still so I can see her eyes when I finally make her come. The fiery hatred mixed with lust returns in her gaze. Like the brave bitch she is, she glowers at me. Unable to stop myself, I brush a kiss against her soft lips and keep my mouth near hers so when she begins to pant, her hot breath tickles my face.

“Oh God,” she chokes out, her eyes fluttering closed.

I work my hips harder and faster, wishing like fuck my dick was bare and inside her instead. She comes with a yelp and then her entire body trembles with her orgasm. Slowly, I ease off my punishing pace until I’m simply resting against her.

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