Page 9 of Jared's Redemption

“Why did you stop me from killing Steffen?” I ask.

She scoffs, clamping her mouth shut and meeting my gaze without wavering. I nod once, dropping the cold cube into her cleavage. She sucks a breath through her teeth, squirming to dislodge the frozen intrusion. I take another one, lifting her shirt and dropping it onto her belly button before pulling her shirt over it to hold it in place as her breath races.

“Knock it off!” She whines, her body bucking while I hold back my smile. I lift the waistband of her pants, hooking a finger into her panties as she shakes her head.

“Don’t you dare.”

I tip the cup, dropping multiple cubes into her panties and letting the fabric go with a soft snap. She fights hard against the restraints, shaking her head as she whimpers.

“Why did you stop me?” I ask, leaning over her to grip her cheeks.

“Fuck you.” She hisses. I grin, tipping the cup up to drip the melted water onto her face while she sputters in annoyance before I take the rest of the ice into my hand. I drop the cup, using my free hand to yank her pants down and press the ice against her hot cunt.

“Fuck!” she cries, tears in her eyes. I push them lower, shoving some between her plump ass cheeks while she pleads for me to stop.

“Why?” I snarl, using my fingers to press a piece of ice against her tight slit, making her eyes widen as it brushes her entrance.

“My family. If I kill him, I get in with my family business!” She cries while I pull my hands away, my eyes locked on her as I pop the ice into my mouth. Her cheeks turn an enticing shade of pink while I suck her sweet taste from it, chomping it between my teeth as I lean over her to undo one of her hands.

“What’s your family business?” I ask, holding her hand as she huffs an annoyed breath. She’s laying in a growing puddle and I know it’s only partially from the melted ice over her body. I lick my lips, already thinking of tasting her again, and her heated gaze meets mine.

“They’re a smaller mafia family, the same as the Barone family and Steffen.” She admits, looking away while I lean over her to untie her second hand. I step back, crossing my arms as she swats me away to untie her ankles.

“Luna, what is your last name?” I ask her, mentally running through how much trouble we could be in when they look for her. She swings her now free legs off the side of the bed, making a face as her wet clothes rub against her skin.

“I can’t tell you.” Her voice is low and my brow creases.

“Are they after Steffens territory?”

She shrugs, shaking her head to say she doesn’t know. A dangerous idea blooms, a way for us both to get what we want while keeping everyone safe.

“Shower, then we will talk. You can borrow some dry clothes.” I tell her. She gives me an incredulous look and looks away.

“Borrow clothes from who, Isabelle? If you didn’t notice, I’m bigger than her.” She gives a short laugh while I lead her to the bathroom, flipping the light on before she steps into the room.

“Obviously.” I say, a little confused why she felt that mattered.

She deadpans, slamming the door in my face while I just stand there like an idiot.

She was pissed at me. Not for torturing her with ice, but because I want her to borrow clothes?

“Brat.” I mutter under my breath, storming away when I hear the shower turn on to get her clothes from my closet. If she was going to wear anyone’s clothes, it was mine. I’ve had a taste of her and I wasn’t sure I could ever let her go.

Nearly half an hour later, the bathroom door clicks open and a ruffled head of pale hair pokes through the opening. Luna’s eyes flick across the living room before landing on mine, where I sit on the couch, biting back a smirk.

“Where’s the dry clothes you promised me?” She asks, her tone bold and annoyed. I shrug, looking down into my glass of whiskey as if it holds the answers. She sees the neatly folded stack of clothes beside me and groans before stomping over to stand in front of me and hold her hand out. I have to remind myself to breathe as my eyes drag over her body, stopping where she clutches the wrapped towel tightly to her naked chest.

“Give them to me. Now.” Luna demands, sticking one hand out and attempting to glare at me. I set my glass on the coffee table, my movements slow as she grows more impatient.

“You’re a mafia brat.” I tell her, grabbing her arm and yanking her across my lap.

“What are you doing?” She shouts, trying to buck off my lap until she realizes I’ve not only got her pinned, but each movement dislodges the towel more. Using my left arm to hold her down, I flip the edge of her towel the rest of the way up to expose her ass. Luna sucks in a shocked breath while my right palm scrapes across her smooth skin.

“Each time you fight me, I add one more.” I warn her, pulling my hand back and landing it on her plump ass with a solid smack. Luna stills, whipping her head around to look at me before baring her teeth and fighting to break my hold.

“You can’t just spank me!” She cries, making me chuckle as I do it once more before massaging the tender skin. Luna moans, biting her lip and turning away in embarrassment. I bring my hand down again on the other cheek. This time she lays still, her body becoming pliant under my hand while I soothe the hot flesh.

“Good girl.” I whisper in her ear, helping her stand and placing the clothes in her arms.

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