Page 6 of Jared's Redemption

She shoots me a murderous look.

“Stop calling me that, little dick.” She snaps, pointing the spoon at me.

A deep laugh slips from me as I take in her disheveled silver-blonde hair, pink cheeks and soft curves while she points a metal spoon at me.

“Your insult might have hurt the fragile men before me, but I’m not concerned with your opinion. Lunatic.” I don’t know why I push her when she has the look in her eyes of a cornered animal, but I do it anyway.

She lunges at me, gouging at my eyes with the spoon, but I easily smack it from her grasp and grip her throat. I wrap one arm around her and slam her back into the bed, using my body to pin her down. She wheezes as my weight crushes the air from her lungs and I relax my grip on her throat as I put my lips next to her ear.

“You’ll have to try harder than that, kitten.” I whisper in her ear.

Luna’s body trembles beneath mine and I realize she isn’t fighting back. Her left leg is thrown over my hip and her hands are clutching my shoulders, but she just stares wide eyed up at me. Luna bites her lip and grinds up against my erection that is straining painfully against the zipper of my jeans. I hiss a breath in at the feeling of her heat against me, my lips nearly touching hers.

Until a burst of agony rips across the side of my skull.

I grunt and stagger sideways, dropping my hold on her to clutch at my head while stars blur my vision. My blood seeps between my fingers while I press my hand against the wound on my head, and Luna helps ease me into the chair.

“I’m so sorry.” She rushes out, yanking her hand from my pocket and running towards the door.

“Get your ass back here!” I snarl, diving to grab her leg just as she notches the key into the handle. Giving a hard yank, I pull her foot out from under her and send Luna falling to the ground with a shocked cry. The key falls from her hand as she hits the floor, immediately rolling onto her back to kick at me. Ignoring the black spots that dance across my vision, I lean back on my knees to dodge her attack. I was gentle before, but now I’m pissed when I see the broken shards of porcelain on the ground, their black surface marred with my blood.

She broke the damn bowl over my head.

“Sneaky little shit.” I say, grabbing both of her ankles and drag her across the concrete towards me. I notice a smear of blood on her hand where she fell, and a pang of guilt hits my chest before I smother it. She smashed one of Isabelle’s favorite bowls over my head, trying to escape. Why should I feel bad?

“Just let me go!” She yells, sitting up to claw at my face. I force her legs apart to throw my body over hers. I grip both her hands in one of mine, pinning them above her head.

“Enough of this shit. You’re making this harder than it needs to be.” I snarl the words, gripping her face as she wiggles and bucks beneath me. No matter how I try to fight it, her movements have my thoughts twisting as I wonder how her lips would look wrapped around my cock.

“I don’t think it’s hard enough.” She says, her voice lower as she bucks her hips against my erection through my jeans. I clench my jaw, shaking my head to dispel the thoughts.

“You will not distract me a second time.” I snap. She licks her lips and my eyes track the movement while my free hand grabs onto her hip and I dig my fingertips into the soft flesh. Luna gasps, her hips lifting against her will.

“Are you saying I’m distracting?” She asks breathlessly, her pupils blown with desire as I press against her. “You can’t resist me.” She taunts, arching her back against me. I snort, snaking my hand between our bodies to rub between her thighs. What am I doing? Not even I could answer that question right now. Luna’s mouth drops open as she spreads her legs wider for me, her entire body lax beneath me.

“I bet you’re fucking soaked. Falling for me already, Lunatic?” I taunt, my fingertips skating across the waistband of her pants.

“Fuck you, I didn’t fall for you. You tripped me.” She sneers, twisting her wrists as she fights against me. I yank down the waistband of her pants, shoving my fingers between them and her panties as I dig my fingers against the wet fabric.

“Getting wet for your kidnapper?” I ask, pressing the fabric against her tight body. She whimpers under my touch before trying to jerk away, to no avail.

“Getting hard from pinning a girl down?” She huffs. As she grinds against my hand and tilts her head back, I snort and roll my eyes.

“I could pull my cock out and you’d beg to ride me.”

This shouldn’t be happening. I’m doing the exact opposite of what I need to and wasting time. But I can’t pull myself away from her. If I’m honest, I don’t want to.

“Or I’d try to cut it off.” She nods her head at the broken ceramic.

A throat clearing makes us both look up to see Markus standing in the now open door with a raised brow.

“Don’t let me interrupt.” He says with a grin. I lean my body over Luna’s, shielding her from his view without realizing what I was doing as I slip my hand from between her thighs.

“Need something?” I ask, annoyance slipping through my tone.

“Isabelle sent me to drag the two of you upstairs and make sure you haven’t killed each other.” He says, still grinning at us. I glance down at Luna, and she is pressing into me to stay out of his sight.

“Give us a minute.” I say, not bothering to look up as his laughter follows his receding footsteps. Luna blows out a breath and frowns at me.

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