Page 5 of Redeem Me

Tortured isn’t anxious. His fingers don’t stop. If anything, they quicken. My arousal drips all over them as I keep one eye on the guy beside us.

‘Don’t you dare look at another man while my fingers are inside you.’ He lowers his face and drags his stubble over my cheek. ‘Look at me while I make you come.’ It’s not a request, it’s a demand, and it is as hot as fuck.

He jerks his head back and our eyes collide. ‘Is this what you came here for?’

I nod as my thighs tighten and tremble.

‘Me too. I came looking to lose myself in someone. Though, I imagined it would be my cock sinking into that wet heat, not my fingers. Though, watching you writhe is oddly satisfying.’ His thumb pushes on my clit.

‘Have you ever been finger-fucked in a bar before?’ His gravelly voice will live rent free in my head forever, along with the memory of this night.

‘No.’

‘Good.’ Electricity hums between us. ‘I like that this is new to both of us. Now be a good girl and come on my handbefore we get thrown out of here.’

White hot lust squeezes my core. The sheer naughtiness of this entire scenario is almost enough to get me off alone, so when he adds a third finger, I’m gone, catapulted into the most decadent, all-consuming oblivion.

Heat suffuses my skin. My breasts ache with a heavy longing. My core convulses around his fingers, and my limbs go taut before shaking and shuddering. A depraved, decadent pleasure pulses through my pussy as I shamelessly grind against his hand, wringing out every second of the most debilitating orgasm known to woman.

Tortured watches on with smug satisfaction, probably knowing he’s just ruined me for any other sexual experience after this.

I wanted fireworks. I got a nuclear bomb.

When he’s coaxed every ounce of pleasure from my body, he slides his fingers out, bringing them to his lips. His tongue slips out and he licks them without breaking eye contact.

It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. The bar is packed but I only have eyes for him.

‘Caelon.’ A familiar voice booms from behind Tortured’s back, shattering my orgasm-induced bubble. ‘There you are.’

‘Dermot?’ Tortured spins around to face my brother.

‘How are you doing?’ Dermot extends a hand.

Tortured – I meanCaelon- glances at his own hand. The very hand that’s still slick with my arousal. The hand that’s wearing a goddamn fucking wedding ring!

How did I not notice that before I let him slide it into my lingerie?

It’s like watching a car crash in slow motion, but I can’t tear my eyes away.

Caelon slaps Dermot’s back with his other hand and pulls him in for a man hug.

‘Are you getting soft in your old age or what?’ Dermotlaughs, his eyes falling to me, wedged into the corner. ‘Ivy! I see you met Caelon.’

I smooth my dress down, praying I don’t look as thoroughly fucked as I feel.

‘She certainly did.’ Caelon’s gaze flits between Dermot and me, like he’s trying to figure out the missing piece of the puzzle. ‘Ivy is your… girlfriend?’ Oval eyes narrow in my direction. Rich coming from the man who’s wearing a wedding ring.

Dermot’s laugh reverberates through the air over the music. ‘Don’t be ridiculous. Ivy is my sister.’

Caelon leaps away from me like he’s been stabbed with a red-hot poker.

Chapter Three

CAELON

Fuck. My. Life. This cannot be happening. I just finger-fucked my best friend’s little sister in a fucking bar. Worse still, I still have the proof of her pleasure on my hand and in my mouth. I swallow hard. If I wasn’t already going to hell, I just bought myself a one-way ticket, first class.

‘Your sister?’ I repeat, running my fingers over my jaw. ‘She didn’t mention that part.’ I turn to Ivy and shoot her a glare.

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