Redemption Part Two

by Kate Benson

  COPYRIGHT AND LICENSE INFORMATION

  REDEMPTION- PART TWO

  Copyright © 2018 Kate Benson

  All rights reserved.

  2018 Edition

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental or, if an actual place, are used fictitiously. The publisher does not have any control over and does not assume any responsibility for author or third-party websites or their content.

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  Table of Contents

  Redemption

  Dedication

  Acknowledgments

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Also by Kate Benson

  About the Author

  Redemption

  ADAM

  One night.

  One night is all I was ever supposed to take from Isabella, but it wasn’t enough.

  She invades my thoughts.

  She fuels my hunger.

  She strokes my dominance.

  She threatens to turn my entire life upside down and now?

  Now, she’s standing at my door.

  Do I follow my what my mind says and turn away the only woman I’ve ever craved?

  Or do I give in and finally surrender?

  ISABELLA

  I was supposed to forget about him.

  I was supposed to take our secret and bury it deep.

  My lips are sealed, but forgetting that night?

  Forgetting him?

  That’s a different story.

  How can one man feel like such a good and bad idea all at once?

  His world isn’t one I know anything about, but after one taste, I can’t help but crave another.

  I know I should take his gift of redemption and run.

  Instead, I’m standing at his door, aching to surrender.

  Redemption: Part Two

  is the multi-POV follow-up to

  Redemption: Part One,

  a spin-off from

  The Promise Series

  which was previously released in

  The Vault: A Sinfully Sexy Collection.

  Dedication

  For Heather and Jenna.

  I love you both and am so blessed to call you my friends.

  Acknowledgments

  When I started this story, it began like all the others… a whisper.

  It wasn’t very long until that whisper grew into so much more and now, I can’t get enough of Adam and Isabella.

  Thank you, God. The passion to write is one of the greatest blessings you’ve given me.

  To my husband, Sean: Thank you for never taking me lightly and for accepting me just as I am. There is no me without you. I love you endlessly.

  To my parents, I miss you and I love you.

  My family and friends are amazing. Thank you for being my constant when nothing else feels like it is.

  My PA’s Heather and Charlie, my alphas and betas on this project and my admin team: Heather, Jenna, Charlie, Nikki, Christie, Patti, Amy, Sara and Katie. Thank you for being the most supportive friends a girl could ever ask for. I love you.

  My readers. I just love you. I love every single one of you so much.

  Deena Rae and Dana for making my book beautiful! Thank you!

  Special thanks to: Michelle Dare, Angel Justice, Muriel Garcia, Amber Garcia, Stacey Peterson, Angie Tucker, the amazing members of Benson’s Book Babes and everyone else who helped support, promote and get my words out into the world.

  Freddie Mercury, David Bowie and Leona Lewis. I’d eat you up, I love you so.

  Finally, to my characters. I’ll never stop thanking you for choosing me to tell your stories. I love you.

  Until next time…

  XO Kate

  Redemption

  Part Two

  “The greatness of a man’s power is the measure of his surrender.”

  —William Booth

  Chapter One

  ADAM

  The words barely have time to slip passed her lips before I’m closing the distance between us, cradling the back of her neck with my palm. The force in my kiss makes her stumble a half step back, gripping my forearms to steady herself despite my firm hold on her. When her back hits the wall behind us, a low whimper leaves her chest, doing little more than spurring on my already ravenous thoughts.

  I pull away slightly, both of us catching our breath as I hold her eyes and watch her chest rise and fall to match mine. I search for any hesitation but find none as she peers up at me from beneath her thick lashes, heavy with the same desperate need I’ve been feeling since she asked me to take her home.

  “Isabella,” I manage, her name on my lips staining my voice with desire as her delicious floral scent surrounds me. “Are you sure this is what you want?”

  “Yes,” she breathes, her voice as unsteady as mine. “Yes, Adam. I’m su-”

  She begins to say more, but my lips cut her off. The same low whimper she’d released before finds us again, but this time is drowned out by the low growl leaving my chest.

  “Come,” I order gently as I pull away, slipping my hand in hers.

  I lead her inside, her scent mixed with remnants of the rain making my thoughts heady. She comes to a stop in front of the door as I push it shut, biting down on her lower lip with nerves as I turn to face her.

  Her long, dark hair is damp and falling over her shoulders in disarray. Images from the last time we stood here flash inside my mind and as I take her in, her simple outfit of a t-shirt, jeans and sandals make her look much younger than she had the night I’d taken her. A tremble moves over her skin and it’s all I need to close the distance between us once more.

  She stares into my chest for a moment, swallowing hard as my fingers fall to her waist, tracing the bottom of her shirt. I watch her intently, follow the movements of her arms raising without hesitation as I peel the wet cotton over her head, revealing the black lace bra clinging to her skin. Her eyes finally shift to mine, taking in my predatory gaze as I move to the button on her jeans and easily push them open.

  “I need my job,” she finally whispers.

  “That’s the last thing that should be on your mind,” I husk, lowering myself at her feet. “Is that what’s kept you from coming back?” I as
k, pulling a nod from her, the feel of her fingers on my shoulder as she steadies herself lighting my skin on fire. I peel the wet denim from her legs, my eyes hooded as they take in the matching lace between her thighs and slowly move back to her eyes. “So, then why are you here, Isabella? What made you change your mind?”

  “I don’t know,” she lies, shaking her head before she swallows hard again. “I just think…” she trails off, watching me as I slowly rise in front of her, towering over her small frame. Something in my gaze forces the words from her lips. “I think maybe something keeps telling me I might just need you more.”

  ISABELLA

  As the words I’d been fighting all week finally slip out, he stares back at me for what seems like an eternity but is likely only a split second. Finally, his lips find mine, kissing me hard, fast and all at once, simultaneously stealing both my breath and my senses. The weight of his strong build against me makes me falter, but his palm splays against my lower back, keeping my balance. My eyes flutter as he stares into me, owning me in all the ways I’ve craved.

  I cling to him, my fingertips digging into his arms pulling a growl from him as he lifts me into his grip, wrapping my legs around his waist before moving toward the bedroom. My mind is reeling, the past week of misery falling away in a haze as he drops me roughly onto his wide mattress. Once more, the familiar skyline brings in just enough light to reveal him to me.

  But this time is different than before for so many reasons.

  Before, Adam gave me control. Looking at him now as he strips his clothing away, the way he stares down at me possessively makes it clear he’s taking it back.

  Save for the heavy breaths coming from our chests and the swish of fabric falling away from his skin, the room is silent. My mind is racing, my thoughts dwindling quickly before finally, they’re down to only one. His hands wrap around my ankles, dragging me to the edge of the mattress before settling over me, his palm gripping my shoulder to hold me in place as he bends to taste my neck. He moves lower, leaving no part of my skin untouched as he strips the last of my clothing away. His movements slow for only a moment as he hovers, the pad of his thumb brushing over my lips making my eyes flit open once more to find him gazing down at me, seemingly deep in thought.

  “I know I should take you slowly, gently,” he whispers, his lips moving like feathers over mine as his hot breath dances over my skin. “I’ll try… I don’t want to scare you off again,” he admits as he runs his nose up my neck, inhaling my scent. “But it’s been a long week, Isabella,” he husks, his tongue flattening against my flesh and making my head swim. “You’ve kept my cock throbbing.”

  Oh, my God.

  “I’m not made of glass, Adam,” I manage, my voice so heavy with desire I barely recognize it myself as I stare up at him, willing him to do his worst, whatever it takes to ease the pulsing ache between my thighs. “Don’t hold back. I want you however you come.”

  His eyes stay locked on mine, his thumb stroking the hollow of my throat for a moment before he leans in, tracing my lips with his tongue.

  “As you wish,” he husks.

  He pushes into me completely, pulling a loud gasp from my chest. My hands clench at the sheets beneath us at the force, gasping to refill my lungs. Before I can, he pulls out just slightly and slams into me, stealing it back as he begins soothing the pang with every thrust.

  “Hmm…” he releases a low hum, biting down on his lower lip and pushes into me once more, his eyes holding mine as my mouth falls open. “You might not be made of glass, but I’m going to break you, sweet Bella,” he croons, his thrusts coming faster, harder as he hovers against my lips. “Like a fucking wave.”

  He devours me, keeping true to his word until both of us are spent. By the time he fills me, I lie useless against the sheets, my body drenched in sweat and heaving beneath his. His lips dip into the arch of my shoulder, lapping gently as he moves lower to my breasts, nipping and sucking while I tremble, coming down slow. He pulls out and I feel the loss immediately despite his closeness, crave him again instantaneously. Seeming to sense it, he slips his fingers between us, sliding two inside me and growling low as he massages me between my still pulsing thighs.

  My eyes are heavy, my limbs exhausted as he pulls me up beside him a few moments later, turning my back to his front while his hands still roam freely over me. For the first time I gaze out the window, taking in the view of the bay as my mind wanders lazily at the same pace of his touch.

  “It’s getting late,” I manage, my voice hoarse and still slightly thick as he buries his lips into my neck. “I should probably go.”

  “Where?” he asks, his movements slowing for a moment, but only just.

  “Home,” I answer, chewing on my lip before glancing over my shoulder at him. “I have to work in the morning.”

  “Stay the night,” he husks, searching my eyes.

  “Are you sure?” I ask, moving onto my back to face him more fully, taking in his nod. “I really can’t be late. My boss will kill me.”

  “Hmm…” he hums, his lips curling up against my skin in the darkness. “This boss of yours sounds like a real piece of work.”

  “Yeah, he really is,” I whisper as I sink into the mattress beside him, turning back to face the skyline. “Total control freak.”

  “You have no idea,” he whispers, the amusement clear in his voice as he pulls my legs wide, positioning one over his before resting his palm between my thighs and gently stroking my pussy. “You’re not going anywhere. Not right now,” he insists. “If this boss of yours has any problems, he can take them up with me.”

  Chapter Two

  ISABELLA

  I wake to find the bed empty.

  Much like last time, I sit up slowly and lean against my pillow, the sheet pooling around my waist as my body aches with the reminder of having him inside me.

  I take in the city outside, still hazy with the remnants of the dawn being washed away with the rising sun pulling it from its slumber. A slight feeling of déjà vu comes over me as I listen intently for any sign of Adam and am met with silence. I risk a glance toward the three doors, biting my lip at the memory of what lies behind the most infamous and can’t stop the blush that taints my cheeks.

  “You’re awake,” he says, his voice and the sound of the bedroom door creaking open pulling my attention.

  He steps inside, wiping his brow with a towel as the athletic shorts he’s wearing hang low on his hips, the sight doing something to me on a carnal level. His breathing is still slightly heavy as I watch him make his way around to my side of the bed, silently and childishly hoping he hadn’t caught me staring at that door as he takes a seat on my side of the bed.

  “Good morning,” I say quietly.

  “Good morning,” he answers, the smell of his sweat filling my senses as I take in the sheen covering his broad chest. “How did you sleep?”

  “Really well,” I admit, making him give me a small smile.

  “I’m glad,” he nods, resting his palm over the sheet covering my knee, rubbing me affectionately as he hands me a cup of coffee I hadn’t noticed before now. “It’s still early, but I’ll need to leave soon. I have a meeting at eight,” he says quietly, watching me as I take a long sip. “How much time do you need?”

  “Not much. I just need to shower and find my clothes,” I start, glancing at my phone once more before rubbing my eyes clear. “I also have to remember where I parked.”

  “I prefer driving you, so I had one of my drivers take your car back to your apartment,” he admits, smirking at my expression. He gives me a gentle squeeze before releasing me, staring out the window for a moment in thought before he scratches his chin and faces me again. “You’re quiet.”

  “I’m thinking.”

  “About?”

  “Noth-”

  “Don’t lie
,” he cuts me off.

  “This,” I admit, meeting his eyes. “What happens at the office? What happens now?”

  “Who I fuck has nothing to do with how I run my company,” he says, his words blunt though his tone is gentle as he rises from the mattress and extends his hand to me. “For the sake of privacy, we’ll keep it need to know. As far as work goes, the people who make that list are about to be late,” he continues, pushing the sheet away as I stand and staring at me unabashedly. “Come. Let’s start with a shower.”

  ADAM

  As she lifts herself from the mattress, it’s impossible not to allow my eyes to trace the outline of her skin as the white sheet falls away, pooling at her feet.

  Her cheeks heat, my blatant staring causing her to become shy something I find endearing. I know if she chooses to stay instead of run like she did before, some of the shy qualities I’m admiring as I lead her into the bathroom will eventually fade into memories. While she’s still innocent, untainted by me, I’ll enjoy them while I can.

  I take her in the shower, the sound of wet flesh and my name on her lips as it ricochets off the shower walls replaying in my mind as we quickly dress before I slip my hand in hers, leading her to the private elevator that will take us to my car.

  “Right over here,” I say, gesturing toward the Maserati she’d complimented the week before. I move toward her door, holding it open. When she hesitates, I find her staring at the car beside us. “Isabella?”

  “I’m sorry,” she says, shaking her head clear as she glances back at me. “Hey, do you know what kind of car this is?”

  “It’s a Keongigsegg CCXR Trevita,” I answer, watching her gaze at the sleek frame, mesmerized. “Do you like it?”

  “It’s beautiful,” she nods, my voice finally pulling her from her thoughts. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”

  “It’s one of three in the world,” I offer, smiling gently when her head whips around to mine. “Had I known you’d be so smitten, we’d have taken it instead.”