Page 12 of Jared's Redemption

“The first time my father stabbed me.” He tells me. I open my eyes at his admission, my fingers pressing against the scar as if I could erase it. But he doesn’t stop, pulling it down his arm to stop on a mottled scar that appears just as old.

“This is where he tried to shoot his wife and I threw myself in front of her.” He says. My eyes sting as I take in just how many scars he carries on the outside, with dozens more hidden inside.

“This one?” I ask, tracing my finger over a scar in the center of his chest. He leans into my touch, a sad smile curling his lips as he stares into my eyes.

“That’s where my stepmother tried to kill me. After I shot her husband.” Jared says. My heart aches as I think of my parents. While they weren’t the warmest, they would never raise a hand to me.

“I am so sorry.” I say, cupping his jaw as I stare at the eyes of a man with a broken past. He shakes his head, kissing my palm.

“It was a long time ago, Luna. Save your kindness for somebody who is deserving.” He says with a small smile.

“How long ago?” I ask, partially curious and part afraid of the answer.

“I was nine. So, twenty-three years ago.” He admits, watching me for a reaction.

My fingers skate across my heart, imagining Jared when he was just a little boy, having faced more horror in this world than most would face in a lifetime. He places a hand over my stomach, bringing me back to how exposed I am.

“Jared.” His name is a warning as I stay pliant under his touch, his vulnerability seeping into me.

“Let me show you how beautiful your body is, Luna.” My name slips from his lips like a prayer.

I nod while trying to bite down the nasty voice in my head that chants my imperfections like a curse. My mind swirls from his touch, burning a path over my sides before his hand cups my breast. Jared groans, wrapping his lips around my other nipple and sucking hard enough to make my back bow.

“Tell me your sad backstory to distract me?” I say, my voice breathy while he alternates biting and licking my sensitive nipples until my thighs are so slick I don’t think I can take anymore.

“Eventually, you’ll learn that I deserved everything I endured.”

I nearly miss the words that he speaks so softly against my chest. Before I can ask him what that means, his hand presses between my legs and those thick fingers hit their mark. A jolt rocks my body as he circles my clit, pressing harder and moving faster until I can’t do anything but whimper against his mouth while he kisses me.

“You’re so fucking soaked, baby.” The tenderness in his voice, matched with the perfect speed of his fingers, is all it takes for me to fall into bliss. I cry out his name while my back raises off the bed, my thighs tremble as it fades as quickly as it came. Jared holds his hand to his face, a wicked gleam in his eye as he licks his fingers and stares down at me.

“That was hot.” I say, still catching my breath and making his lips curl into a smile.

“It was weak.”

I deadpan, giving him a confused look.

“Until my bed is soaked and you can’t fucking walk, I’m not doing a good job.” He says matter-of-factly. My jaw pops open as he leans down, his lips brushing my cheek in the ghost of a kiss. I turn my head to capture his mouth just as he shoves two fingers inside of me.

“Shit.” I hiss, jerking back against the intrusion.

Jared swallows my curse, his tongue plunging into my mouth and forcing my lips further open. My hips rise, shamelessly riding his fingers while he kisses me as if I’m the air he needs to breathe.

“Jared,” I whimper, my brain swimming in the pleasure that his curling fingers draw from me. He grins, pressing his forehead against mine as if he knows what I’m begging for.

“You want me to fuck you?” He asks. I nod quickly, making him chuckle as he pulls his hand from my body. My eyes lock to his hands as they push his boxers down his strong-muscled thighs before he kicks them to the floor. My lips suddenly feel dry and I swipe my tongue across them while watching him grip his cock and slowly stroke it.

“You’re going to break me.” I say, realizing just how thick and long he is. I try to snap my legs closed, but he’s in the way. Jared grabs my thighs, his hands massaging them while leaning over me.

“I wouldn’t dream of it. I’m going to own you, Luna, and you’re going to let me.” He says confidently.

My pussy throbs from his words. The idea of letting this man own me was terrifying and exciting all at once. I lay back, allowing him to cover my body with his as he presses the head of his cock against my soaked slit.

“Lemons.” I whisper, and he stops, giving me a confused word until realization dawns on his face.

“That’s our safe word? Good girl.” He purrs the words, making me bite my lips to hide my smile while Jared pushes inside me.

My mouth falls open, the chills of pleasure ease the aching stretch of him filling me more with each slow thrust. Jared groans, his forehead dropping onto mine once more, and I get to see the mountain of a man’s control slipping. He pants, desire wild in his eyes when I raise my hips to meet him.

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