Page 125 of Redeemed

None of this would be so bad if I wasn’t embarrassingly wet between my thighs. I don’t know why, and honestly, I’m horrified that Colton beating me caused my body to react like this. I hated every second of it—wished Colton would drop dead so I wouldn’t have to endure another second.

So why are my nipples hard, and why does my core ache with the familiar, terrifying need to be filled?

Colton disappears from my line of sight. I feel myself moving, and I realize the bed is slowly rising, the soft whir of a motor reaching my ears. Panic hits me with full force as I realize he isn’t done with me yet.

“Please don’t hurt me,” I whisper.

I can’t take anymore.

Colton doesn’t respond. He grabs the spreader bar between my ankles, and I manage to sit up in time to watch him tie that black rope to a hook in the middle. It’s the same one that he had connected to my cuffs earlier, forcing me to lean over the bed, and now he’s using it to keep my legs secure.

“Colton.” My voice is shaking, but my body won’t move.

It’s too late, anyway. He’s tightened the rope, and now I’m trapped here.

“You sure say my name an awful lot for someone who claims to hate me.” He walks around the bed until he’s standing above me, his erection obvious in his pants.

“I do hate you.”

“Mmhmm.” He draws a line down my throat, then in between my breasts, before pinching one of my nipples so hard I yelp.

Harsh memories threaten to overtake me—ones of being held down, of being violated. Of sobbing, of begging for him to stop, only for him to drive into me until I was bleeding all over the sheets.

“What are you going to do to me?” I ask, voice shaking.

“Whatever I want to. Just like we agreed on.”

“I never agreed,” I whisper.

He smiles, but his dark eyes are devoid of happiness. “That’s the thing, angel. The moment you got into my car, you agreed to every possible term I can dream up. You know why?”

I swallow, knowing what he wants me to say but clinging to the futile hope that he won’t make me admit it again.

He pinches my nipple, harder this time, making my back arch. “Tell me.”

“Because I need you,” I cry, my body slumping into the mattress when he releases my nipple.

“That’s right. You’ve got nowhere else to go, do you?”

“I don’t.”

With Colton looming over me, I’m hit with the similarities between him and Isaiah. Colton may think he’s different, but the affect on me is still the same.

I’m still helpless.

Still wondering how I got here.

Still wishing I was dead.

Possibly the only true difference is that I know Colton has limits somewhere. He’ll hurt me—break me—but in his own twisted way, he’ll fix me after. At least, that’s what he promised. Isaiah only ever intended to shatter me over and over again until he’d ground me into a fine dust.

He almost managed it, too.

That’s what gives me the strength to steel myself against whatever Colton has planned for me. No matter what it is, it can’t be as bad as what Isaiah did.

“Open your mouth. You definitely can’t deny that you agreed to that.” He sheds his pants and strokes his dick, his eyes glittering menacingly.

Numbly, I do as he says. As he slides into my mouth, he lets out a loud, sharp moan. It ricochets through me. He sounds like he’s wanted to do this for years, like it was all he could think about, and now it’s everything he dreamed of.

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