Page 100 of Redeemed

“I’ve trained with it for years, angel. Now try to relax, all right?”

Haven makes a distressed sound, but when I run my fingers through her hair, she leans into me. I keep her like that until her breathing evens out.

If Haven knew how many people I’ve shot and killed, she’d probably pass out. I’m not sure she’d be able to handle the whole truth of what the Glass Rooks do. Not that I’d ever tell her. She’s already proven that she’s not trustworthy, and I’m not giving her a chance to do it again.

Once she’s fully calmed down, I slide my hand into hers and tug her toward the door. “C’mon. I have homework to do.”

“What about me?”

“You’ll see.”

Haven has had a miserable twenty-four hours. Add on what just happened, and I should probably go easy on her and change my plans. I won’t, though. Haven chose to stay, and she knew what she was signing up for when she did. Which means that now, it’s time for me to live up to her expectations.

Haven

Coltonbringsmebackto the loft, which is furnished with a couple couches, an armchair, and a TV. It feels stupid to have two living spaces so close to each other, but maybe it’s a rich people thing.

“My homework shouldn’t take too long, but first…” Colton smirks. “Strip.”

I jerk my head back. “What?”

“Strip,” he repeats, his voice laced with impatience.

It takes more effort than it should to keep my jaw from dropping. Mere seconds ago, Colton was soothing me in his bedroom, and now, he’s back to objectifying me. I should probably expect his mind games and the mental whiplash he seems to enjoy giving me, but this is so abrupt that I feel off-balance.

It stings a little, too. Was he only comforting me so we could get back to this without me falling into another panic attack?

Of course that’s what this is,I scold myself.He doesn’t care about you.

“Do I really need to tell you a third time?” Colton asks harshly.

Terror surges through me, and I stumble away from him. “What are you going to do?”

He catches me with his hand around my throat. “Whatever the fuck I want to. That’s the deal, remember?”

“If you want me to get you off, I can just give you a blow job. I don’t have to—Colton!”

He yanks my tank top down to expose my breasts. My nipples immediately harden at the exposure to the cool air—or, god, maybe they alreadywerehard. He rolls one of them between two fingers, smirking at the way my breath hitches.

Fuck.My nipples have always been so sensitive that sometimes I wonder if I could come just from touching them and nothing else. How the hell did he know that?

“I don’t want to get off. I want my new toy to be the obedient pet I know it can be. And right now, I want it on display for me to look at, like a pretty doll on a shelf.”

Blinking slowly, I stare up at Colton in shock. It registers in my brain that he’s talking about me, but…

“It?” I ask weakly.

He nods. “A toy is an object. That’s all you are now.”

My cheeks burn, but my retort turns into a choked moan as he brushes the pads of his thumbs over both my nipples at the same time.

“You’re nothing more than a pair of tits and three holes to be fucked. A pretty fleshlight, but a fleshlight nonetheless.” Colton squeezes my breasts like he’s testing them out, evaluating if they’re up to his standards.

I’ve never felt so dehumanized in my life.

But, I suppose, that’s the point.

“Strip,” he repeats softly. “You know you have to.”

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