Page 13 of Jared's Redemption

Jared grips my body possessively, lifting my ass off the bed and he slams the rest of his cock inside me. My mouth drops open, a silent cry at the mix of pain and pleasure swirling in my head. My fingers clutch at the sheets beneath me while he pounds me mercilessly, my orgasm building quickly.

“Oh, right there, please.” I plead, my fingers ripping the sheets free to twist around us while keeping a steady pace. Throwing my head back as my body arches against him, my core clenches before an orgasm rips through me. I cry out, unable to stop myself as he hooks both arms under my knees, lifting my ass for a deeper angle.

“Jared!” I cry his name, and his thrusts become erratic. With one final, hard rock of our bodies, his release fills me as he pants and groans. A rush of heat fills me when Jared pulls out of me, our combined release dripping down my butt and onto the bed.

“Don’t move, baby.” He says, cupping my jaw and kissing my forehead before walking from the room.

I watch his incredible ass as he leaves and smirk at the idea of clamping my teeth down hard enough to make a mark. He returns a moment later with a wet washcloth in his hand. I reach out to take it, but he bats my hand away, giving me a stern look before spreading my lips and wiping my pussy. I jerk up from still being tender. Jared chuckles and finishes cleaning me before tossing the cloth into his laundry basket and flicking off the light.

I expect him to go to the couch, but he crawls into bed beside me and tucks me firmly against him with my head resting on his shoulder. He realizes how stiff I am and wraps an arm possessively around me, tightening his hold while staring at me in the dark room.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. Don’t hide from me again.”

“Tell that to my ex boyfriend that got me a gym membership for a birthday gift.” I snort a laugh. Jared’s chest vibrates with his low growl.

“Tomorrow you’re going to give me his name.”

“Why?”

“So I can cut his tongue out and watch him bleed to death for making you doubt yourself.” He whispers, kissing the top of my head while his fingers rub soft circles on my hip. “I own you now, Lunatic.”

Well, shit.

I don’t ruin the moment because belonging to a man like Jared is every girl’s dream. But I wanted to be powerful. Not owned. I craved respect from my father, a place in our world as more than a mafia brat, more than a pet.

Chapter 9- Jared

She was a damn thief. First it was my wallet and gun, then my attention, and now my blankets. Luna was currently drooling on my pillow, her mouth hanging open as she snored softly with her back pressed to my chest. She was cocooned in my blanket, but even in the cool morning air, I didn’t give a shit. All I can focus on is this little demon disguised as an angel sleeping in my arms.

Luna has me thinking of what life would be like if this was what I woke up to every morning. Last night, I proclaimed ownership of her. But Luna didn’t strike me as the type of girl to be owned. There was no way we were walking away from whatever this was. My aching cock that was standing stiff was proof of that. Luna stirred, her body twisting as her face pinches in fear.

“Stop.” She whimpers, her voice so broken it sent a pang through my heart. I grip her arm, rocking softly to wake her from the nightmare.

“Please, don’t leave me here.” She cries.

“Luna, wake up. It’s me.” I say, shaking her roughly until her eyes pop open. Luna blinks, shaking her head as tears spill down her cheeks. She twists under my hold, confusion blanketing her features as I sit back.

“Jared?” she asks, wiping her wet cheeks and staring down at her fingers as if her tears hold the answers.

“You were having a bad dream.” I say, reaching out to cup her cheek. She leans into my touch before pulling away and shrugging, not looking me in the eye.

“People have bad dreams.” She dismisses me, dragging the blanket with her as she climbs from the bed and goes to my closet.

I watch her with interest and sit back, putting my hands behind my head as she ruffles through my clothes. Luna pulls black sweats and a T-shirt from the closet and dresser before turning to see me. She freezes, her wide eyes locked on my erection as she rubs her thighs together, fidgeting with indecision. I say nothing as she decides, dropping the blanket and turning her back to me while holding the clothes out.

Her ass bounces as she steps into the pants, and I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing when they pool around her ankles as she ties the drawstring. A snort slips as she pulls the shirt on and it falls past her ass, and she pins me with a glare.

“Something funny, big guy?” She asks, her tone dripping with snark.

“You look like you’re drowning in my clothes.” I say, not backing down even as she turns to stare me head on. I can see her eyes round, a smirk curling her lips as an idea forms and I already know she’s about to cause trouble.

“You like it when I’m in your pants, daddy?” Her voice is low, dripping with lust, and my cock jerks in immediate response. She doesn’t miss the movement, her eyes dropping to stare at my hard-on.

“Watch your mouth.” I warn her, sitting up and bracing my arms on my knees. She sticks out her lip in a fake pout, eyes flicking to the closed bedroom door.

“Or what? Gonna spank me, daddy?” she asks mockingly. I leap off the bed a second too late as she darts from the room with a playful squeal. The moment I caught her, I was going to do exactly what she suggested. She runs for the front door, but I slam into her, knocking us to the ground with me under her as she giggles.

“Okay, you caught me. I’m sorry.” She snickers as I roll her onto her back. I shake my head once, standing up and throwing her over my shoulder.

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