Page 120 of Redeemed

With a scowl, Haven tries to reach past me, but I grab her throat and hold her in place. I like the way my hand looks wrapped around her neck. It reminds me how small she is. Breakable. I could crush her so easily, and she’d be helpless to stop me.

“Asshole,” she grinds out.

“All you have to do is tell me why you won’t have sex with us.”

I’m met with nothing but silence and a glare that, for some reason, makes me want to pin Haven down and kiss her.Hard.

“I just don’t want to.” But her voice wavers.

Lies. Secrets. Too many walls between us.

“I need more than that.”

With a frustrated huff, Haven knocks my hand from her throat and moves to the sink. But when she bends over and drinks from the steady stream of water, I don’t feel satisfaction. Just frustration that she’s holding strong.

“I’d be very careful what choice you make here, angel.”

“Choice?”

I cross the room to her until I’m standing so close that she has to tilt her chin up to look at me. I’m a good head taller than her, and something about that makes my dick twitch. When she meets my gaze cautiously, I let a slow, lazy smirk touch my mouth.

“We can do this the easy way or the fun way,” I murmur, dipping my head low until I can see the near-golden flecks in her dark brown eyes.

At my words, they flash with fear.

Delectable.

One of my hands trails up her back, and I thread my fingers into the hair at the base of her neck. I tighten my grip until she winces.

“Fun for who?” she asks, voice tight.

“Oh, certainly not you.” I pull her head back until her neck is exposed and drag my lips down her throat. When I nip at her collarbone, she jumps. “For every minute you refuse to tell me the truth, I’ll only punish you harder. I’ll have you crying in record time, begging for my mercy.”

Her breaths turn panicked, but she still doesn’t give me a definitive answer.

“Do you think I won’t break you?”

Hesitantly, she shakes her head.

“Good. Because make no mistake about that, little traitor. Iwillbreak you. As many times as it takes.”

“I don’t want to be punished,” she whispers.

“Then start talking.”

Desperation dances across her features. Her lips part, but then she seals them shut and drops her gaze. She’s at an impossible crossroads. I can feel it in the air, in the way she tenses.

Haven doesn’t want this—the torture, the punishment. But we both know she wants to cling to her secrets more.

For now.

“Silly, silly girl.” As I say it, I move her head back and forth by her hair. With my grip so strong, she has no choice but to let me, and I take great pleasure in the annoyance that mixes with the pain on her face.

“Please don’t do this, Colton. P-please.”

“So sweet when you beg.” I grin. “Too bad I prefer you screaming and crying while I turn that pretty ass of yours bright red.”

Her eyes widen in shock, but it’s too late. I’m already dragging her through the house, never once loosening my hold on her hair.

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