Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 72931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Disgraced princess.
Escaped her perfect tower to end up with a villain. Always a villain.
Another sob escapes me.
I clutch the sink, feeling bile rise up my throat. It burns and stings. I swallow hard, refusing to throw up and make things worse than they already are. More tears leak out. I bring a shaky hand to my cheek and hastily rub away the fresh tears with the heel of my hand.
Click.
Koyn is back, his powerful aura nearly knocking me over.
I was just bawling my eyes out over him and I’m already wishing he’ll fuck me again. Ruin me so good. What the fuck is wrong with me?
“Don’t cry.”
His gruff words have my tears staying in my eyes.
“You’re pretty when you cry, but it makes me feel like shit,” he admits, his brows furrowed. He stands behind me and runs his fingers through my tangled hair. Then, he lifts something that sparkles in the light.
“A princess needs a crown, PG.” He places a tiara like headband on my head. It sparkles beautifully and I gasp.
“You bought me a present,” I whisper.
And not just any present. A headband. My heart aches.
“Happy belated birthday, PG.”
I’m shocked. Junior didn’t get me anything for my birthday aside from a few spankings that led to a blow job. This is unexpected and surprisingly sweet.
Koyn’s palms slide down and then he straightens my dress. He gently tucks my breasts back into the bodice portion of my dress, righting everything as it should go. He releases me to open a cabinet. After pulling out a cloth, he wets it.
“Are you going to clean up your cum?” I ask, my brow arched.
He smirks. “Nah. I like it running down your legs. I’m going to clean up your face, Hadley.”
I melt as he turns me to look at him. All sexual thoughts vanish as I stare up at this man. It reminds me of when I didn’t place at my first pageant. I’d been nine and devastated. Momma tried to calm me, but I was too upset. Daddy pulled me aside, dried my tears, and told me next time I’d win. That’s what Genworths do.
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.”