Page 35 of Outlaws of Tulsa

Fuck.

Rather than whipping her some more or getting in her face, I haul her up further and into my arms. Her fingernails dig into my shoulders like she’s about to go fucking crazy trying to get away, but then her body deflates in defeat. She relaxes, giving in to her tears. I toss the belt, grab her tender ass, and hoist her up like she’s my little girl. Her body is wrapped around me like I’m the only tree in a storm and she’s gotta hang on to survive. I stroke my fingers down her spine and kiss her hair.

“Good girl. I’ve got you.”

She sobs louder and hugs me tighter. I bounce her like she’s a toddler, gently and in a soothing manner, as I pace around the living room. I catch Stormy and Filter peeking in, but they don’t come inside.

“I know you have me painted as a bad guy, and I am, but I don’t enjoy spanking,” I grumble. “I’d rather you behave. Then I don’t have to remind you that you’re not the boss around here.”

“I was just having fun,” she whines tearfully. “I was dancing.”

“Half naked.”

“I’m not half naked,” she growls.

I pat her bottom again, and then run my finger along the hem of her shorts. “Your ass was hanging out.”

She shivers. “No one was looking.”

I roll my eyes. “PG, everyone was looking.”

“So? Why do you care?”

“Because you’re not theirs to look at.”

“What? I’m yours?”

“Not like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you’re mine to fuck. But you’re not. I’m just looking after you, PG.”

She pulls away slightly to regard me with her messy, teary face. Her brown eyes flash with anger. “Maybe I don’t need to be looked after.”

“Had I not intervened when I did, Dragon would have been on you. Sure, he’s got a pretty face, but you do not want to taunt that man. He would devour you.”

“Maybe I wanted to be devoured by him.”

“You’re too young.”

“To fuck?”

My nostrils flare. “Yes.”

“I fucked Junior plenty of times. Probably would have fucked his dad too.”

Her words make fire burn through me again. “What the fuck did you say?”

“Magna. I already sucked his dick.” She shrugs. “He would’ve eventually fucked me.”

I snag her jaw in my grip, staring at the young girl with the sassy mouth of an old lady. “Now you’re taunting me.”

Her brow hikes up. “Why do you care who I fuck?”

“Because you’re not old enough.”

“I’m not your daughter. I can fuck whoever the hell I want.”

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