Page 102 of The Devil's Redemption

His eyes shoot open as I make contact.

“You want to know what it feels like to choke on a dick, motherfucker?”

I drop my knees to the ground, letting my body fall hard onto his chest. Grabbing onto his jaw, I pull it down as hard as I can, and I delight in the cracking sound I hear as it dislocates from his skull.

He wails in pain, and it spurs me on.

I feed his dick into his mouth, pushing it in as far as it can go. Then I force it a little more until I hear the high-pitched whistle of air. That’s when I know I’m close. One final push, and then I slam his jaw shut and hold his nose closed.

Weakly, he tries to fight from beneath me, but he’s lost too much blood, and the pain is too great.

It’s not enough if you ask me.

At this point, I can hold him down without any assistance from the guys. I lock my eyes on his and don’t dare look away. It takes a little longer until he stills, and I see the last flicker of life fade out of his cold eyes.

I feel a pair of hands grip my upper arms and pull me off of Jasper’s lifeless body. As soon as I’m upright again, I realize that I’m sobbing.

I thought my anger would melt away the moment Jasper took his last breath.

I was very wrong.

I take in the scene before me as I stand, breathing heavily over him. As my eyes drown in tears, I turn and hide my face in Blade’s chest. My knees go weak, but he catches me before I fall and carries me all the way up to his room. Placing me in his bed, he crawls in beside me and holds me tight. My sobs wrack my body so hard it hurts.

But it’s nothing compared to the pain Jasper caused me.

* * *

“Good morning, little girl.”

Blade’s voice wakes me up gently from a dead sleep. I rub the sleep from my eyes as I yawn.

“I brought you some breakfast.”

The smell hits my nose, and it feels like two boulders are rolling around in my stomach. I can’t remember the last time I was this hungry.

“Thank you,” I tell him, sitting up.

He passes me a plate and places a cup of coffee on the nightstand.

“Smells delicious.”

I cut a piece of pancake with my fork and take a bite. Bon-Bon makes the best pancakes. I’m going to have to ask her for the recipe. Blade reaches up and curls my bedhead hair behind my ear. My eyes flit from my plate to him.

“How are you this morning?” he asks.

I consider Blade’s question for a minute before answering. I’m not sure what I feel. It’s something I’m not used to, but it seems almost pleasant.

“I… I don’t know exactly, but I don’t feel sad.”

Blade smiles at me.

“That makes me happy. I wasn’t sure how you felt about what happened last night. Do you want or need to talk about anything?”

Placing my plate on the nightstand, I wipe the corner of my mouth with a napkin before I answer.

“Remember how you were scared that I would think differently of you?”

“Yeah,” he answers nervously.

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