Devil’s Redemption (Devil’s Pawn Duet #2) Read Online Natasha Knight

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, Mafia, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Devil's Pawn Duet Series by Natasha Knight
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Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 97535 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
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I don’t think he hears me enter because he doesn’t look up. I quietly lock the door behind me and look at him again. At my husband sitting in this dark room smelling of alcohol and regret. Looking beaten. Hopeless. Not the devil I know.

He lifts his head. When his gaze meets mine my heart twists at the sight of him. My eyes mist and last night is somehow forgotten. Forgiven.

I go to him, and he sits back against the couch. I see his face more clearly as I approach, see the blood on it, the dirt. The scruff of five-o’clock shadow. His shirt was once white, but it’s ruined. Ripped in places. Smeared with mud and blood. For a moment I wonder whose but then I see his hands. The right one is worse than the left. It’s swollen, bloody, possibly a finger or two broken.

I drop to my knees between his legs and touch his hands, hear his hiss of pain. They weren’t this bad last night. This isn’t from what he did to Danny Gibson. No. It’s from what he did to himself after he found that letter in my pocket. I look in his eyes and touch his face, the cut at his forehead. He looks hopelessly at me. He’s far away. Too far. I need to bring him back.

“What did you do to yourself?” I ask him.

He doesn’t speak but he brushes the knuckles of his better hand across my cheek. Reaching beyond me, he takes hold of the neck of the whiskey bottle.

“No,” I say, closing my hand around the bottle.

He blinks, eyes focusing on me. He tries again.

“No, Jericho. It’s enough.”

I don’t know what to expect but I’m glad when he doesn’t fight me. I set it back on the table and stand. I know one way to draw Jericho St. James out.

I reach underneath my sweater and slip off my panties. He watches as I straddle him, not bothering to undress completely.

“You stupid man,” I tell him as I undo his belt and pants, sliding my hand inside his briefs to grip his still soft cock. “Are you trying to kill yourself?” I ask, kissing his mouth. He doesn’t kiss me back at first. He’s unresponsive. But I move my hand over the length of him. As he hardens in my grip, his pupils begin to focus on mine and he closes one hand around the back of my head.

I raise myself up and adjust my position to mount him, taking him inside me, kissing him as I do. Our eyes are open, mouths touching, tongues wet. He’s hard inside me as I ride him slow and deep.

He moans. “Isabelle.”

“Shh.” I kiss him again as I grip the hem of my sweater. I pull it off, then rip his shirt open, the fabric tearing easily so we’re skin to skin. I need to get closer. As close as we can be.

He reaches around me, holding onto me with one arm as he grabs the whiskey with the other and brings it to his mouth.

“No,” I tell him. This time he resists but I shake my head. He allows me to take it from him. I let the bottle drop to the carpet. “I need you, Jericho,” I tell him, moving my hips and squeezing my muscles in that way I know he likes. I can feel him grow harder inside me as his hands come to my hips. “I need you here with me, do you understand?”

He doesn’t speak but begins to move me, grinding me against him.

“Our baby needs you. Your daughter needs you. Do you hear me?”

“It’s all so much worse than I ever imagined,” he says more to himself than me. “All fucking gone to hell.” His grip hardens around my hips.

“Stay here with me,” I say, cupping his face and making him look at me. “Be here with me now. I need you. Do you hear me? I need you, Jericho.”

He looks at me, eyes tired and full of so much pain.

“Please,” I say.

“I am like him. Zoë knew too. I idolized that man.”

“No. You’re not like him. I know.”

“I’m a devil. You said it yourself.”

“You could have hurt me. Really hurt me. So many times. But you didn’t. Not once.”

He shakes his head. “Isabelle—”

“And you’re my devil. I need my devil now, do you understand?”

“I knew you wouldn’t want a pregnancy. I changed your pills out. It’s worse than lying. You know that. I know that.”

“Shut up.”

“And eventually, I’ll hurt you. Don’t you see?”

“Shut up. Just shut up. Shut up and make me come. I need you to make me come.”

He swallows hard, eyes darkening. He grips my hips and pulls me down hard, grinding against himself. Then he lifts me and places me on the couch, spreading my legs and kneeling on the floor between them. He pulls me to the edge of the seat and buries his face. All I can do is grip a handful of hair and bite down on the back of my hand to keep from crying out. The scruff on his jaw is rough against my thighs, his mouth soft as he dips his tongue inside me before closing his mouth over my clit.


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