Page 216 of Redeemed

“You can,” I tell him calmly. “Fuck her until she’s asleep again.”

Lucas lets out a string of whispered curses as he continues to move in and out of Haven. She’s so close to passing out, and I want him to feel what it’s like to fuck her while she’s unconscious. It’s the ultimate form of owning her, I think—using her no matter what state she’s in.

When her face relaxes and her body goes limp against Lucas’s, I watch for another minute before placing a hand on his leg.

“All right. You can stop.”

“Shit.”Lucas’s voice is uncharacteristically high-pitched as he pulls out of Haven. His cum spills out of her a second later, dripping onto his softening cock. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Careful to not disturb Haven, I crawl around them until I’m beside Lucas. “Such a good boy.”

“Yours,” he pants quietly. His eyes are wide and shining with something soft and vulnerable and maybe even a touch fearful. “I’myourgood boy.”

Leaning down, I seal my lips to his in a possessive kiss. My tongue plunges into his mouth, and he moans wantonly. He still has Haven on top of him, but her head is nestled against his chest, leaving his throat wide open. I wrap my fingers around it and squeeze the sides of his neck until his face is red and his eyes begin to flutter closed. I pull back just before he passes out, watching him regain clarity.

I smile down at him. I love taking the largest, strongest man I know and turning him into a pathetic, babbling mess. To the rest of the world, he’s the picture of masculinity. Tall, buff, protective, confident. But when he’s with me? He melts at the simplest praise from my lips, obeys me without question, and does anything he can to please me.

He’s nothing more than what I say he is.

“That’s right,” I say softly. “You’re mine.”

“And I always will be,” he whispers.

“I know, Luc.” I kiss him again. “Forever.”

He smiles. “Forever.”

I help him roll Haven off his body and onto the mattress. I’m in the process of cleaning her up with a wet washcloth when her eyes open. It takes her a second to realize what I’m doing, and then she covers her face with her hands and shakes her head.

“What? You want to stay sticky and messy all night?”

“Nooooo,” she whines, but she still tries to close her legs.

“Come on, doll. Let me finish cleaning you up.”

Lucas snorts in amusement while he rearranges the blankets. “We should get her high more often.”

I nod in agreement. “What do you think, Haven?”

She stays silent as I finish cleaning her up. Her hands still cover her face, and I figure she’s fallen asleep again until I hear her sniffle.

Lucas freezes. “Haven?”

She tries to turn away from us, but Lucas keeps her in place, and I gently pull her hands away from her face. When she protests, Lucas shushes her and kisses her forehead.

“Talk to us, doll,” I say.

Her bottom lip trembles, and her expression sends actual, tangible pain shooting through my chest. She looks desperate, confused, lost—like she’s just stepped out of a nightmare and doesn’t know what’s real and what’s not. Tears spill from her eyes as she helplessly looks from me to Lucas and then back again.

“Hey, hey, don’t cry.” I wipe at her cheeks. “You’re all right. You’re okay.”

Her breaths are shaky and stilted. “I—it—you—”

“What?” I pull her up into a sitting position. “You can tell us.”

Sniffling, she shakes her head and buries her face in my chest.

Concern burns in Lucas’s eyes as he moves closer and places his hand on her lower back. Normally, I think it’s an accomplishment to make a girl cry during sex. With Haven, I’m practically addicted to her tears, but not like this.

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