Page 71 of Redeemed

“Goddammit, angel.”

The car jolts, coming to a harsh stop. I feel Colton’s dick throb under my tongue as he floods my mouth with salty, bitter cum. He shoves my head down, shooting the rest directly into my throat as he hisses out a curse.

“Fuck, fuck,fuck.”He keeps me there, my breath cut off, until I’ve taken every last drop. When he yanks me back up, his eyes are hard and filled with burning hatred. He spits into my open mouth. “Swallow it.”

Grimacing, I do so, and he shoves me back into my seat. Breathless, I wipe at my mouth. My chest is empty, hollowed out, but a second feeling lingers. It’s one of a dark pleasure that feels endlessly deep. It’s always scared me, and the fear of falling in and never finding my way out again has haunted me for years.

“Two minutes to spare,” Colton mutters as he tucks his dick away and zips up his pants. “And I was even going faster than I normally do.”

“Seriously? Were youtryingto make sure I wouldn’t be able to get you to finish in time?”

A slow smirk takes over his face. “More fun this way.”

God, I want to kill him.

With a huff, I cross my arms and stare out the window. He managed to pull over before he came, not that the road we’re on is particularly busy. We’re deep into a residential area, one with sprawling mansions, pristine lawns, and glowing streetlights.

I try to focus on our surroundings instead of the fact that I’m wet between my legs—no,soaked.More so than I usually am from giving a blow job. What’s worse, I think I know why, and I hate it.

My heart aching, I glance at Colton. His jaw is set, but other than that, he looks completely relaxed. He’s leaned back in his seat, his right hand resting in his lap and his left palming the steering wheel as we turn.

I’ve always found him attractive, and even after everything he’s done, I still find that to be infuriatingly true. And with the taste of his cum lingering on my tongue and my panties uncomfortably wet, I can’t deny that there was a small part of me that liked it when he degraded me.

Let’s not think about that too hard.

Colton drives through the neighborhood at a surprisingly slow speed, and I roll my eyes.Ridiculous.

“Gotta watch out for the pesky HOA Karens,” he says, and I jolt when I realize he’s been watching me out of the corner of his eye. “They wouldn’t hesitate to call the cops on a habitual speeder.”

“Whatever,” I mumble, making a mental note to look up whatever an HOA is. Even after being outside Cornerstone for three and a half years, I still have a frustrating amount of knowledge gaps.

Colton pulls onto a long driveway, and my jaw drops as his house—no, mansion—comes into view. It’s a modern design with huge windows covering most of the front of the house. Sharp, dark lines make up the rest of the house, highlighting the two-story deck on one side that probably wraps around the back. Behind the mansion is a thick forest, and the fog that was rolling in earlier clings to the trees.

Maybe it’s because it’s Halloween, but the place gives me the chills.

In the garage, Colton parks next to his other vehicle—a much flashier, more distinct sports car, although I don’t particularly care which type. On the other side is a motorcycle that I’ve seen him ride once or twice.

The door closes behind us, and I breathe a sigh of relief. Miles separate Isaiah and I, plus a locked door. He can’t touch me here, and I feel my body melting into the seat at the realization.

“What did he do to you?” Colton’s voice is surprisingly soft, a glimpse of the old him that makes my stomach flip.

“Nothing.” I fumble with the door handle.

He grabs my arm. “Angel—”

“Drop it,Colton. I did what you asked. Now you need to hold up your end of the deal.”

His nostrils flare, and his eyes narrow, but he releases me.

“The car,” I say once I’m out of the BMW. “Can he track the license plate to you? To this address?”

“Plate is a fake,” he says as he rounds the vehicle to stand next to me.

I stare at him in shock. “Why?”

“You’re not the only one who doesn’t want things traced back to them.”

I blink, trying to figure out what he means. What was he doing that made him feel the need to use a fake license plate?

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