Redemption [Book 2]

by Kate Benson

  I ask plenty of my own questions, finding out basics like he’s an only child and had been on his own since he’d lost his mother in college. He’s short with his answers and doesn’t volunteer much, but he doesn’t deny me, either.

  Once our plates are cleared and the check is settled, he ushers me out of the secluded dining area he’d reserved for us, leading me toward the valet stand.

  “Thank you for dinner,” I say quietly as we wait for his car to be retrieved. “Will I see you in the morning at the office or will you be in meetings all day?”

  “You’ll see me,” he replies, his voice low to match mine. “Are you so eager for the night to end?”

  “No,” I shake my head, glancing up at him. “No, I just thought…”

  “Spend the night with me,” he cuts me off, the words more of a statement than a suggestion.

  Not that it matters.

  In the amount of time it takes the attendant to hand him his keys, I’ve already said yes.

  Chapter Four

  Two months later...

  ADAM

  “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do,” she whispers, her voice pulling me from my thoughts as I look down to find her lip trembling with nerves.

  “Just relax, baby,” I husk, savoring in how the feel of my hot breath washing over her neck sends a shiver up her spine. “Isabella…”

  “I’m scared,” she admits through a shallow breath, the subtle tremble in her voice doing something to me, something I’ve never experienced before her.

  “There’s no need to be afraid, little one,” I promise, gently pressing my lips to her temple, in an effort to soothe her. “You’re a natural. Just bend over, take a deep breath and let your body guide you.” She nods, her fingertips moving with intent as her eyelids flutter shut only for a moment before they reopen, focused, determined. “Good girl, Bella. Now, you just have to let it slide in.”

  The sharp clack of the cue ball colliding with the eight ricochets off the walls of my study, the sound of it sinking into the corner pocket as her hands fly to her mouth in surprise widening the grin on mine.

  For a moment, the room fills with silence, but as I release her and take a step away, our eyes meet and she releases a loud squeal of victory, her arms flying over her head as she dances in place. Her excitement pulls a low chuckle from my chest as I move to replace the two cues back to their place on the wall nearby.

  “Oh, my God!” she teases playfully, making me arch my eyebrow as I turn to face her. “I just totally smoked your ass at pool!”

  “Don’t forget who you’re talking to,” I warn through my involuntary smirk. “No one likes a sore winner.”

  “Oh, don’t you worry about me, baby. I know who I’m talking to,” she counters with a giggle as her hands find her waist. “But I’d rather be a sore winner than a sore loser.”

  With the words, one hand slowly makes it to her forehead, thumb and forefinger driving her playful insult home as my neck tilts slightly, both feet coming to a slow stop in front of her.

  “Do you remember a week ago when you were cornered at that seminar by my colleagues inebriated wife and I later complimented your grace?”

  “Yes, I remember,” she nods, lowering her hand and placing both palms against my chest, purring at the feel of my fingertips tracing the edge of her lace panties beneath the simple white t-shirt she’d spent most the afternoon in. “What about it?”

  “I take it back,” I shrug, the deep chuckle leaving my chest making her laugh loudly. “Each and every word of it. You’re a very bad girl.”

  “I’m sorry, but in my defense, I never win. Especially not by so much!” she grins, making my jaw flex. “I mean, you have to admit. I really kicked your ass.”

  “Hmm,” I sigh, bending to move my lips close to hers, tilting her chin up to meet her eyes as I feel my own begin to grow soft. “Bella?”

  “Yeah?” she replies, her breath hitching, growing unsteady as I flick my tongue against her mouth, taking her bottom lip between my teeth before sucking hard and releasing it slowly, my eyes never wavering from hers.

  “Can I tell you something?” I husk, pulling an undiscernible nod from her.

  “Uh huh,” she manages in a haze.

  I hum against her lips, replacing my dominant gaze to hers as I slip my hand beneath her top, slowly tracing her skin, my cock jolting as her nipples grow hard against my fingers.

  “You didn’t call your pocket, you scratched three times and when you went to the bathroom, I pushed your six and five in,” I admit, winking as she slips quickly from her haze, her mouth gaping in immediate offense. “You might want to take it down a notch.”

  “You lie!” she narrows her eyes, watching me shake my head. “Are you saying you let me win?”

  “I’m saying I didn’t bring you in here to play pool.” In the next breath, I lift the shirt over her head and toss it to the side. Her eyes grow heavy with arousal as my steps bring the edge of the table to her ass, my palms gripping her thighs as I lift her quickly before dropping her onto the surface of the table and yanking at her knees, effectively tipping her onto her back. “Certainly not a clean game.”

  Before she can reply, my lips are on hers, swallowing a low whimper that only makes me crave her more. She grips at my t-shirt, the cotton bunching up between her fingers as she melts into the felt, pulling a low growl from me as I take her wrists in my hands and instinctively push them over her head. Her eyes flutter open, finding mine still staring down at her hungrily. Despite the desire shimmering in them, I tame the craving as best I can, softening my touch. As I continue moving over her, the taste of her flesh against my tongue making me needy as fuck, I savor in the deep pants leaving her. I want to take her completely, own her for my own, but there’s something holding me back. Something we both seem to sense, but neither of us can identify.

  “Adam?” she husks, pulling my attention away from my thoughts and back to the slow grind of her hips against my stomach.

  I rise to discard my shirt, unhooking my belt as I admire the soft dip in her collarbone as she pants up at me.

  “What, baby?” I ask, my eyes settling on the delicate blue lace hiding the last bit of her skin from me.

  I take a step closer, widening my palms and gliding them up her legs, coming to a slow stop at her knees before spreading them wide.

  “Did you really let me win?” she husks, the innocence in her tone making me swallow hard as my lips curl up just slightly. “You wouldn’t really do that, would you?”

  “Of course, I would, darling,” I admit, running my lips over the side of her knee, my fingers moving slowly up the other, gripping onto her ass and giving it a gentle squeeze. “But no,” I continue, staring down at her, savoring in the way her breathing quickens. “No, I didn’t let you win.”

  “Do you swear it?” she asks, her eyebrows crinkled together in concern as she watches me move my lips to her other knee.

  “Yes, Bella. I swear,” I husk, my grip tightening on her ass when I yank her closer pulling a sharp hiss from her chest. “Now please be quiet.”

  “Okay,” she hums, watching me bend to tease her navel with my tongue, her fingers threading into my hair before her chest begins to vibrate gently at first, then not so gently.

  I lift my eyes to hers to find her grinning beneath her palm, clamped tightly over her full lips.

  “What?”

  “Nothing,” she says muffled under her fingers before I pull them away in slight annoyance. “I’m sorry,” she grins, turning away from me before laughing loudly. “But if you didn’t let me win, you should stick with investments. You really suck at pool.”

  ISABELLA

  Despite the fact that he still hasn’t asked me to be his sub, I try in vain to correct my behavior. I nearly succeed until I glance up to find
him staring down at me, far less amused than I am.

  The last two months had been nothing short of a whirlwind, my typical nights of lounging on the couch making way for spending nights like this with Adam.

  At the office, aside from the occasional heated glance, we’d managed to keep things under wraps. In fact, with the exception of his personal security team and his housekeeper, Vera, our secret was ours and ours alone.

  I thought in the beginning keeping my family and closest friends in the dark would be miserable, but the truth is keeping our relationship a secret had turned out to be deliciously exciting and dangerously freeing all at once.

  His jaw begins to flex from his position above me, pulling me from my wayward thoughts. His nostrils flare slightly and that’s all it takes to have me falling apart even further, bordering on hysteria.

  “Are you nearly done?” he asks, arching his eyebrow as I slowly begin to gain control.

  “Yes,” I nod, still grinning as he bends once more, tasting my flesh, gentle vibrations of laughter morphing into pleasure quickly.

  I release a low whimper as his fingers trace the side of my stomach, coming to a stop at my hip before his thumb hooks beneath the lace of my panties.

  “Raise up,” he whispers against my lips, my body eager to comply as he yanks the lace down my legs and I kick it onto the floor, forgetting it instantly.

  In the next movement, he drags me to the edge of the table with gentle force, the thick cushion on the rail raising my ass just slightly. Instinctively, I rest my heels there leaving my thighs open for him, the feel of his cock hard through his jeans making me even more lightheaded. I raise onto my elbows, desperate for his lips as he stares into me, resting his weight on one palm beside me, stroking my hip as the other slowly moves down my stomach until he reaches my thighs. His gaze never falters as he pushes my legs wider apart, the pad of his thumb slowly beginning to tease me.

  “Hmm, Bella,” he sighs, a low groan of approval moving through his chest as his fingers drift lower, feeling how wet I’ve become. “There’s my good girl.”

  Low pants begin to leave me as he leisurely slips his fingers inside me, holding my eyes and slowly driving me crazy. My eyes grow heavy, my breathing erratic in minutes. He never slows his movements as he dips his head low to wrap his lips around my nipple, a sharp sting coming as his teeth graze me pulling a low hiss from my chest.

  “Lie back,” he orders in a husk, silently pleased as he watches my back go flush with the felt. “Touch yourself,” he whispers, his eyes moving toward my heaving chest as he raises to a stand, his broad frame towering over me. He uses his free hand to pull mine from the table beside me, raising it to my chest. “Show me what you like, kitten.”

  I begin to run my fingertips over my breasts, my nipples swollen and heavy with need as he licks his lips, his eyes hooded as they move back to mine.

  “Don’t stop,” he commands, triggering my palms to begin slowly kneading my flesh as he slips his fingers from my pussy, lifting them to his lips to taste me on his skin, the low hum leaving his chest pulling a moan from mine.

  He finishes undressing, much too slowly for my taste, but I know better than to complain. He may not be my Dom, but I’m learning what he likes and I’ve grown more eager to please him with each passing day.

  My hips begin to writhe against the table, the gentle smirk that slips over his mouth making me clamp onto my lip as my cheeks begin to heat.

  “You’re growing desperate, little one,” he muses, his voice throaty and hoarse as he finally returns to the edge of the table. His fingers fall back between my thighs as he leans over me once more, teasing me into a frenzy. “Say it, Bella,” he whispers, giving me a light smack between my legs that makes me buck. “Tell me what you want.”

  “I want you,” I pant, my eyes heavy as I stare up at him. “Please fuck me, Adam.”

  “Hmm,” he hums once more, staring down at me in adoration as he strokes my clit with the pad of his thumb, his lips just barely a whisper over mine as he teases my entrance. “As you wish.”

  In the next movement, his featherlight touch vanishes and he grips hard onto my thighs, shoving into me completely in one swift movement.

  “Ah!” I gasp, his lips clamping over mine as he grips my shoulder, using it to push in deeper, silencing me.

  He takes me hard and fast, the sound of his flesh against mine ricochets off the walls as his hot breath washes over me. His eyes bore into mine, a low growl radiating from his chest as my lips part, my eyelids growing heavy as my walls begin to clench around him.

  “No, kitten,” he mewls against my mouth as his lips run slowly up my neck, teasing me. “Not yet.”

  I try desperately to hold onto my control, stave off the orgasm that’s threatening to completely consume me, but it’s impossible. He’s all over me, his scent, his touch, his cock stretching me and slamming in deep inching me closer by the second.

  “Adam!” I gasp. “Adam, I can’t… it’s too much.”

  “Shh…” he whispers against my lips, my hooded gaze locked on him as his voice goes soft regardless of the force behind each thrust. “Who’s my good girl?”

  “I am,” I whimper, my voice still hoarse with desperation as my thighs begin to quake beneath him, his eyes softening. “Oh, my God, Adam. Please. Please let me come.”

  Maybe it’s the way I beg, the way I wait for his permission. Maybe he’s just ready, I can’t be sure, but my words pull a low, deep groan from his chest as his eyes grow heavy, staring into me possessively.

  “Shh, Bella,” he croons, his tongue flicking over my jaw. “Come for me.”

  That’s all it takes to have me pouring over him, pulling the low, hungry growl from his chest as he savors in the feel of me clenching around his shaft.

  He fucks me ruthlessly, his eyes never wavering as he slams into me, the sound of the remaining balls on the table tapping together in time with our flesh echoing behind us. Between his grip on me and his closeness, he’s got me pinned, my hands clamped over the edge of the table as he shoves into me faster. Before long, my cries of pleasure are reduced to whimpers, my legs hanging lifelessly over the edge of the table as he uses me. My mouth falls open as I release a low huff, his name leaving me in a breathy chant.

  “Fuck…” he whispers, my body still trembling as he abruptly pulls out and flips me onto my stomach, roughly clenching my hips. “Hold on. Don’t let go, baby.”

  “Adam!” I call out, my voice barely a gasp as he slams into me, pushing back inside fast and hard, using me until he’s finally filled me to the brim.

  He comes to a slow stop, his hips still grinding against me as he kneads my ass, a gentle pat the final touch as he pulls from me, flipping me back over to face him.

  His hand clamps around my throat, kissing me hard before he releases me, pulling away.

  “Mmm… come, princess,” he says, his voice still heavy with the remnants of lust as he pulls me to his chest and smacks my ass sharp enough to pull a yelp from me. “Daddy’s hungry.”

  Chapter Five

  ISABELLA

  It isn’t the first time he’s said something like that to me, but his words never fail in making me freeze for a moment.

  I hope I’m able to play it off, but the amused chuckle leaving his broad chest tells me otherwise.

  “Arms up,” he orders gently, slipping his t-shirt over my head before he pulls his boxer briefs back on and winds his fingers into mine, leading me out.

  We make it to the kitchen, the cold marble floor making me shiver slightly before he gestures toward one of the tall stools around the island and tells me to sit. He moves around the kitchen lazily, the way his boxers sit low but tight on his waist making my mouth go dry. I’m lost staring at the curves of his bitable ass when he turns and faces me, my new view making my head swim with impure th
oughts.

  “What’s your poison?” he asks, pulling my eyes up to the open freezer door. “Cherry Garcia, Chunky Monkey or Half Baked?”

  “Chunky Monkey,” I answer, resting my chin on my palm as he gives me a nod, reaching for two spoons and taking the seat across from me.

  “Good choice,” he says as he sets the lid to the side, handing me a spoon. “Ladies first.”

  I sit on my feet and lean over the counter, meeting him halfway as he rests on his elbows across from me, doing the same.

  We take turns sinking our spoons into the container, nearly a third of the way down before he finally breaks the silence.

  “What did you do today?”

  “Gym, laundry, talked to my parents. Typical Saturday,” I shrug. “You?”

  “Lunch meeting in Miami, looked at some real estate, bought a boat,” he says nonchalantly.

  “Wow,” I reply, my feigned disinterest as I slowly pull the spoon from my lips making him smirk. “That sounds pretty boring.”

  I get lost in my thoughts and once more, the room goes quiet, something that’s been rare in our short time together. By the time the bottom of the carton is nearing, my thoughts are moving a million miles a minute. When I’ve nearly had enough, I’m about to break my silence when he does it for me.

  “What are you thinking about?” he asks, his eyes on me. “You’ve grown quiet.”

  “Nothing, I just…” shaking my head as I raise my gaze to his, not surprised to find his jaw clenching.

  “You should know by now how much lying infuriates me, Isabella,” he says quietly, taking another bite before sliding his spoon between his lips, looking down at me. “If there’s something you need to say, I expect you to say it.”

  I study him for a minute, biting the inside of my cheek for a moment, his brow raising as he releases a sigh of frustration.

  “Okay,” I put my hands up in defeat. “But if I ask you, do you promise to tell me the truth?”