Page 34 of Outlaws of Tulsa

That fucker is pacing, his eyes on the prize.

On my prize.

“Pageant Girl,” I bark out. “Get your ass over here.”

She shoots me a scathing look, before dancing right into the line of danger. Dragon stops his pacing to cock his head at her. He’s going to pounce. And when he gets that evil glint in his eyes, he’s either going to fuck or kill. I’ll be damned if I let him do either.

I stalk right over to her, sling an arm around her narrow waist, and drag her away from Dragon. My eyes sear a warning into his.

Calm. The. Fuck. Down.

Filter, becoming aware of the silent showdown, walks over to play peacemaker. Katana nudges Dragon with his shoulder to pull him out of his trance.

“Let me go!” Hadley shrieks.

Nope.

Not after this.

I fucking warned her.

Not only did she ignore me and undermine my authority, but she taunted the deadliest guy around. She knew what the fuck she was doing.

And now she needs to be punished for it.

I wasn’t kidding when I told her I’d whip her ass if I had to.

Someone needs to and her daddy’s not around.

She kicks and screams to no avail. No one’s going to save her.

I drag her unruly ass into the house. She bellows, but I’m focused. I’m reminded of the time Blaire used my credit card to buy a bunch of bullshit online when she was thirteen. I’d told her she was going to work it off and she fucking laughed at me. Like a little ungrateful shit who thought she could walk all over her daddy. It was the last time I whipped her, but I got her good. She never sassed me quite like that again.

“Stop!” Hadley yells.

Ignoring her, I push her thin body over the arm of the sofa and hold her down with my hand as I work at my belt buckle. Her entire body freezes.

“I don’t want to have sex with you,” she whimpers, almost cracking my resolve to punish her. Almost.

“I’m not some fucking perv,” I bite out. “I’m going to whip your ass for that stunt.”

“What?!”

She starts squirming a lot worse than when she thought I was going to stick my dick in her teenage pussy. I yank out my belt from the loops with a swish.

“Stay still. I’m giving you three licks. You fight me, and so help me, PG, I’ll give you ten.”

I crack the leather against her ass over her booty shorts and she screams, her back arching. The girl doesn’t listen to a goddamn word I say because she tries to crawl away. I fist her Pantera sweatshirt, keeping her in place, before whipping her again. I’m able to land one more lick of the leather before shelaunches herself out of my grip and scrambles to the other side of the sofa.

“You whipped me!” she accuses, sobbing.

“Fucking right I did. You’re under my roof and you’re going to follow my damn rules.”

“YOU ARE NOT MY DADDY!”

I grab a fistful of her hair, dragging her to her knees on the sofa. Tears streak down her red cheeks, leaving black lines of despair. Her bottom lip trembles.

She looks so broken.

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