Koyn (Royal Bastards MC)

by K. Webster

  The next pageant, I did win.

  Koyn dabs at my cheeks, cleaning the mascara and regarding me with a concerned stare. So fatherly. It makes me want to throw myself into his arms and beg him to hold me forever. I want him to care.

  He washes every bit of makeup from my face and then kisses my forehead. “There. Perfect.”

  I bite on my bottom lip. “Thank you for my headband.”

  For one moment, the hardness in his eyes is gone. I’ve never seen him look so vulnerable and soft. I can see how he once was a caring father and husband. His lips press to mine sweetly and I whimper.

  “We’ll be back in a couple of hours.” He pulls back, his mouth just inches from mine. “Can you be a good girl while I’m gone?”

  “Yes.”

  His hand cups my cheek. “You know it’s wrong for me to want to fucking own you.”

  I shrug. “Because I look like your little girl did.”

  “Yep.”

  “I don’t think either one of us care about wrong or right. Just what feels good.”

  He rests his forehead to mine, closing his eyes. “Putnam raped my wife and daughter before killing them.”

  I freeze. “I’m…oh my God. I’m so sorry, Koyn.”

  “Jared.” His nose runs along mine and then he kisses me. “My real name is Jared.”

  “Magna hurts a lot of people. He would have hurt me too had he had the chance.”

  “He won’t hurt you,” he vows.

  We both know that’s a promise he can’t keep. If he couldn’t protect his wife and daughter, how will he protect me?

  “I’m safe here. With you.”

  His features darken. “I need to go.”

  And with those words, he leaves me.

  This time, I don’t cry.

  Koyn

  Hunting with the boys is the closest thing to normalcy I have. Back before my life ended ten years ago, Copper and I would head out every Thanksgiving to hunt. It brings back nostalgic memories and something I selfishly keep as a token of my former self. When we’re out in the woods, silently prowling, I feel more connected to those guys than any other time.

  Today both Filter and Bermuda shot bucks. Filter got a four-point and Bermuda got a massive eight-point. We’re in high spirits as we drag those fuckers back home. As soon as we break the tree line onto my cleared land, Payne stalks over to us. Some of the guys had to stay back since we’re on high alert. Katana took the gate and Payne was to keep eyes on Hadley.

  “We killed two—” I start, but Payne waves me off.

  “I have one of Putnam’s men.”

  My smile is wiped away as I growl. “What the fuck?”

  “The asshole snuck onto the property. Got past Katana surprisingly. He was creeping around the side of the house when I saw him.”

  “He still alive?” Filter asks, coming to stand beside me.

  “Of course,” Payne snaps. “Though it was hard not to pummel his fucking face in. He’s in the slaughterhouse.”

  I give him a clipped nod. “Take the deer there. I’ll meet you guys out there.”

  Breaking from the group, I stalk into the house. Stormy is flitting about the house. Hadley looks young as fuck with no makeup on and scooping out orange fluff with her finger at the table.

  “PG,” I bark out. “Your friend came to see you.”

  Stormy swirls around, concern on her face. “What?”

  This doesn’t concern her, so I ignore her.

  “Put on some clothes,” I bark out. “You need to come see this.”

  Stormy snaps her head over to Hadley, fear shining in her eyes. Wisely, she doesn’t say a word. Hadley rises from the table, sucks off the rest of the orange fluff on her finger, and then walks over to me. I give her ass a small swat as she passes. She looks over her shoulder at me, eyes questioning if I’ll follow.

  Fuck.

  I didn’t want to, but I do anyway.

  We make it up to her room and she starts stripping out of her dress. My dick hardens when I notice the dried cum on her inner thighs. It makes me want to lick her clean.

  “Lie down,” I bark out sharply.

  She frowns at me. “I thought we were leaving.”

  “Take your thong off.”

  With her lips pressed together, she shimmies out of the material. Completely naked. Fuck, she’s hot. I wave at the bed. She lets out a heavy, annoyed sigh, reminding me of Blaire. It makes me want to redden her ass.

  “Spread your legs and let me see my pussy.”

  She obeys because she’s better at being a good girl than being a bad girl. Her pussy—still slightly pink from getting fucked—opens like a pretty flower. Arousal glistens at her opening. I drop to my knees at the foot of the bed and grab her hips. She lets out a yelp when I drag her to the end. I push her thighs open, crudely spreading her further for me. A small groan escapes her when I inhale her cunt.

  She smells like sin and me.

  I thirst for her.

  Flicking my tongue out, I taste her sweet honey. We should be eating our Thanksgiving meal right now, but instead I have to deal with Putnam’s fucking man. This will have to be my sustenance.

  “You taste like me,” I murmur against her pussy lips. “Sinful and dirty.”

  She moans when I drag my tongue along her juices. I circle her clit and tease it. Her fingers yank off my beanie and she threads them into my hair. Using my thumbs, I pull back her outer lips to give me direct access to all the soft flesh hiding beneath. I suck and lick it all, wanting to taste every inch of her. She cries out when I lick her asshole. I smile against her skin, pressing a soft kiss to the puckered area, before making my way back to her cunt. I push my tongue inside her tight pussy, reveling in the salty taste of me that still remains. My dick is aching in my pants. I fuck her pussy with my tongue until she’s whimpering. All it takes is a couple of expert rubs on her clit for her to come. A flood of her sweet honey drenches my tongue that’s still shoved deep inside her as her pussy clenches with her orgasm.

  I want to drag her off the bed and fuck her face, but the need to claim her wins out. Standing, I shuck my clothes until I’m as naked as the day I was born. I scoop an arm beneath her, dragging her up the bed and settling between her thighs. Her eyes are hooded and her mouth pouty as fuck. I kiss her hard, allowing her to taste her sweetness. She moans and wriggles her hips.

  Reaching between us, I grab my throbbing dick and rub along her wet slit. I tease her asshole, with the tip of my cock, barely pressing into her and making her claw the shit out of my arms.

  “I could fuck you right here. Right now. You’d have no say so in it,” I taunt. “You’d cry like a little girl.”

  She whimpers, tears welling in her pretty eyes. “It hurts. You’re so big.”

  I grin at her, pushing slightly deeper. Tears streak down her temples, but she doesn’t shove me away.

  “Beg for me to hurt you, Hadley.”

  “Koyn.”

  My dick inches into her asshole. She’s so fucking tight and hot. I’m a cruel bastard. I didn’t even lube her up. It must burn like fucking hell.

  I pull out and ease into her cunt, making her gasp before pulling all the way out again. Gripping my cock, I attempt to breach her asshole again. It clenches, refusing me entry. Sweat races down my brow and into my eye.

  “Hadley, open the fuck up for me.”

  She sobs but relaxes. “Hurt me.”

  “Good girl,” I praise. We both hiss as I push into her ass. Her nails score my flesh hard enough I know she’s probably drawing blood. “Stop fucking clawing me and spread your cheeks.”

  She shudders and releases my arms to obey. Such a good girl. So pretty and compliant. Her body opens up, letting me in. I have to thrust hard to get my cock all the way inside her. Her body doesn’t suck me in, it tries to squeeze me out. To reject me. Fuck that. She’s mine. I buck my hips hard, making her scream.

  Sobs tremble from her and her fingers are back on my arms.

 
“Does it hurt, baby?” I croon.

  She nods.

  “Want me to stop?”

  She shakes her head.

  “Because you like it when I hurt you?”

  More tears. More sobs. Another nod.

  “That’s because you’re a good girl,” I praise. “My good girl. Takes a fat cock in her ass even though it hurts.”

  I slide two fingers into her cunt, hooking her with them. She arches her back up off the bed, squeezing her ass around my dick. It’s easy to find her G-spot. It practically throbs with need for affection. I stroke and pet it. Her cunt is slick around my fingers. Needy as fuck. As I fuck her with my fingers, I buck my hips. She cries and trembles and squeals. It hurts. It hurts so fucking bad, and yet she craves it. Fucking needs it.

  “Come all over my fingers, pretty girl, and I’ll let you have my cum in your ass. Is that what you want? Or do you want me to stick my dirty dick in your pussy? You want me to fill you up so you can fucking carry my kid? You want to be my old lady, don’t you?”

  My words drive her mad. She writhes and whimpers and begs. Nothing coming from her mouth makes any sense. Just crazy, garbled words mixed with moans.

  I fuck her with my fingers until she loses it. Her body seizes with her orgasm, squeezing the fuck out of my fingers and dick. Juices leak all over my fingers. I yank out of her ass, loving the scream that rips from her lungs, before replacing my fingers with my cock. I stuff her teenage pussy with my big, daddy cock, knowing I’m going to mark her and fill her as mine.

  She makes me lose control.

  And I do.

  In this moment, I lose all sense of reality.

  I fuck her hard, bruising, punishing. I fuck her until her screams become sobs. Then, I groan out my release. I dig my fingers into her hips, pinning her as I grind my body against her, as deep as I can go. My dick swells and then releases every bit of cum in my balls. I fill her the fuck up until I’m spent and exhausted. Collapsing on her, I nuzzle my nose in her hair, trying to memorize her scent.

  I can’t keep her.

  Not with these fuckers coming up on my property looking for her.

  She’ll be caught in the crossfire.

  Gently, I kiss her ear. “Good girl. So fucking good. Now get dressed. We’re going to see your friend.”

  “He’s not my friend,” she says stubbornly.

  “Then it won’t upset you to see me kill him.”

  Everyone stares at me as I enter the slaughterhouse with Hadley tucked under my arm. She’s changed into jeans and a hoodie. The girl is clingy as fuck now that I broke her with my dick. Her fingers stay tangled in my shirt and her head rested against me. I can’t say I hate this. It feels good to have her glued to my side. Too good.

  I slap her sore bottom—the little asshole I ravaged only fifteen minutes ago—making her whimper. “Go sit over there next to Bermuda.”

  Bermuda scoots over on the bench and pats the wood. I give him a warning glare that he no doubt interprets. She practically reeks of my scent. My cum drips out of her pussy still because I wouldn’t let her clean up. I want them to smell my claim on her.

  “Prez got some pussy,” Dragon says with a chuckle. “Must be nice.”

  I ignore him to walk over to the man sitting in a chair in front of the now blazing fireplace. He has a sack over his head and has been tied to the chair with unforgiving rope.

  Yanking the sack off his head, I glower down at him.

  “Hammer?” my fucking girl croaks. “Why are you here?”

  His face is bloodied and bruised, no doubt Payne’s doing. “Came for you, bitch. Miss me?”

  She trembles and Bermuda hugs her to him. Normally, I’d get pissed at Bermuda touching her, but I’m more angry at the way Hammer looks at her as though she’s a piece of meat he wants to eat.

  Mine.

  I walk over to a hacksaw hanging on a peg before turning a wicked look his way. “Hammer, huh. You look more like a hacksaw.”

  His eyes widen. “Dude. What the fuck?”

  “I should be saying the same goddamn thing. You came up on my property. Big balls to do that.”

  “W-What do you want? Information?” He eyes the tool warily. “I ain’t loyal to Magna.”

  “Apparently loyal enough to come here,” I growl. “Why does he want Hadley?”

  He shakes his head. “I don’t know. Because he wants her pussy?”

  “Wrong.”

  “I said I don’t fucking know!”

  I take a step toward him and he shudders. Dragon laughs.

  “Is she valuable to him?” I demand.

  “I don’t know, man. Come on. Let’s talk about this.”

  “I’m trying, but you don’t have the answers I want.”

  He starts struggling when I kneel in front of him. His wrist is bound to the chair. I line the jagged metal strip of the saw just past the rope where his wrist meets his hand. His screams are otherworldly as I begin hacking through the flesh and bone. It doesn’t take long before his hand falls to the dirt.

  “Dragon,” I growl. “Fire.”

  Dragon pounces on the hand. He slaps Hammer in the face with it a few times, laughing wildly. Payne walks up with duct tape and starts staunching the bloody stump with the tape. Hammer continues to scream. Dragon has a little too much fun face fucking Hammer with his own fingers before he unceremoniously tosses the hand into the fire.

  “Tell me why Putnam wants the girl,” I say calmly to Hammer.

  He chokes on his sobs but nods quickly. “He…He loves her like a niece.”

  His words startle me. “What? He was gonna fuck her eventually.”

  “Can you blame him?” Hammer chokes out. “She’s fucking hot.”

  Gritting my teeth, I drop to my knee. He starts screaming again when I begin sawing through his leg, just below the knee. The man thrashes to no avail. It takes a bit of effort, but I eventually relieve him of his leg. Dragon happily scoops it up and tosses it in the fire. Payne is back with more rope to serve as a tourniquet. This isn’t our first rodeo.

  “What should I cut off next?” I taunt. “Your dick?”

  Hammer, the big badass biker, passes out.

  Hadley

  I’m going to puke.

  This is sick.

  And here I thought Magna was a psycho. Koyn tops the psycho list right now with his buddies trailing in at a close second. Bermuda hugs me tighter like he might be able to calm my erratic heart.

  It’ll never calm.

  Not after witnessing such horrors.

  One of the guys is doing something from the shadows. I see a flick of a flame. I’m unable to look as I’m focused solely on Hammer. Filter steps out with a syringe. His features are dark and fierce as he approaches Hammer.

  “What’s that?” I hiss to Bermuda.

  “Crystal meth. Wake his ass up. Prez isn’t done with him.”

  I cringe as Filter shoves up the sleeve of Hammer’s good arm. He presses the needle into his skin and then pushes the contents into him. Like a man being electrocuted, Hammer jolts and his eyes open.

  “What. The. Fuck?!” he roars, once again thrashing.

  “We were at the part where you were telling me why Putnam wants Hadley,” Koyn says in a cold voice. “And then you were going to tell me where the hell he is.”

  “Fuck you,” Hammer spits. “Fuck all of you.”

  Koyn shrugs and starts sawing on Hammer’s shoulder of the arm he just took the hand from. The man screams but doesn’t pass out. Even when Koyn rips the appendage off with a grunt. This time, Koyn throws the body part into the fire.

  “Will he keep trying to get her from me?” Koyn asks.

  Hammer just glares at him.

  “Stubborn ass. I’ll kill you right now if you just give me that.” Koyn’s negotiations must work because Hammer nods emphatically.

  “Y-Yes. He wants her. Needs her. Now fucking put a bullet in my head already.”

  Koyn grins at him—wicked and evil. “That’s
just too easy, fuckface. I don’t do anything easy.” He nods at Dragon and they both pick the chair up. Together, they heave Hammer into the giant fireplace.

  Screams.

  So loud.

  He falls back in the fire, still bound to the chair. The screams are pained and horrified. They echo inside my head. All I can do is stare, tears leaking from my eyes. I hated Hammer, but this is too much.

  The building goes deathly quiet.

  Then, the men start filing out. Bermuda leaves my side and cold wraps its deadly claws around my heart. I’m alone. With Koyn. It fucking terrifies me.

  “Please don’t kill me,” I whimper when he starts for me the moment the last guy leaves.

  Rather than stopping or looking offended, he stalks right up to me and hauls me to my feet. My entire body trembles. I black out—most likely from fear. When I rouse, I’m held in his tight embrace.

  “I’m not going to kill you, PG.” His voice is soft. Warm. Protective. Fatherly. “I do what I do to keep you safe.”

  Spoken like a true psychopath.

  I’ve heard those same words before.

  “I do what I do to keep you safe. To keep you mine.”

  A new kind of fear snakes its way in and joins this one with Koyn. And because of that past fear, I cling to this one in front of me like it’s the safer of the two. I’m unhinged too. What twisted little girl clings to a monster?

  “I’m scared,” I tell him, shaking so much my teeth chatter.

  He slides his wet, bloody hands into my hair and tugs my head back. His dark eyes are shadowed with his back to the fire. It’s as though I’m staring into the eyes of a demon. He’s so warm and safe, though. Fuck, I’m losing it.

  “Shh,” he murmurs, slicking my hair back from my face with Hammer’s blood. “I will keep you safe. Trust me.”

  I almost laugh in his face.

  I can’t believe I let this man fuck me.

  I have to get the hell out of here. I’ll die trying and that’s okay as long as I don’t die like Hammer did.

  “We’re going to walk into my house and enjoy our Thanksgiving,” he tells me. “And then, tomorrow, things will change for you, Genworth.”