Redemption (Favorite Malady Duet #2) Read Online Julia Sykes

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Dark Tags Authors: Series: Favorite Malady Duet Series by Julia Sykes
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Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 69524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
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She doesn’t breathe unless I allow it. She doesn’t speak unless it’s to moan my name.

“Dane…”

My entire body locks up tight.

My dark fantasy of our mutual, twisted pleasure is all too visceral. I can’t give in to temptation. She’s not ready to accept me like that yet.

“Dane…”

It takes me several racing heartbeats to process the fact that I didn’t just imagine her moaning my name.

Jesus Christ.

She’s thinking about me while she pleasures herself.

She’ll barely look at me when I’m at the café, but some part of her must remember our intense connection.

Abigail wants me.

My fist unfurls, and my fingers fumble at my belt. It’s as though some irresistible compulsion has taken hold of my body, and even as I know this is madness, I free my aching cock. My sharp intake of breath is masked by her rapid panting and the squeaking of her mattress springs.

Pleasure shudders down my spine, and I bite the inside of my cheek to hold in a primal snarl of frustration and desire.

I should be inside her right now. The tight sheath of her cunt should be squeezing my dick, not my own fist. She should be weeping and begging me for release.

“Dane!”

She cries out my name, and for the first time in my life, I lose control of my body entirely. Ecstasy overtakes me in a vicious wave, dragging me to completion against my will. Cum sears my hand, and my cheeks heat with pleasure and a hint of shame.

Unease twists my gut as I crash back down from my cruel high. The power this fragile woman holds over me isn’t just thrilling; it’s shaking my entire worldview.

I close my eyes and draw in a deep breath at the same time as she sighs in contentment.

Abigail will pay for this. She’ll crawl to me on her hands and knees and apologize with her mouth. Only when I’m satisfied that she’s thoroughly humbled and completely desperate for me, I’ll finally allow her the mercy of an orgasm.

The savage thought is almost hot enough to stir my lust again, but for now, I’m spent.

The mattress dips, and her hand appears again as she returns her laptop to its place beneath her bed.

My mind whirs. I have to know what she was writing that got her so aroused. For weeks, I’ve watched her cheeks turn a lovely shade of pink while she’s typing. Now I know for sure that she’s getting herself off with whatever it is that she writes.

Does she write about me? Is that why she moaned my name?

I formulate a daring plan to discover her secrets. I’ve risked breaking into her apartment once. I can do it again.

After I borrow her laptop for the day.

Someone in Charleston will know how to unlock it without her password. My money will ensure that any qualms about hacking will be alleviated.

Then I can return the infuriating device to her bedroom, and she’ll never know it was missing.

Satisfied with my course of action, I finally allow myself to relax. As I listen to the sound of her deep, even breaths, I follow Abigail into sleep.

9

ABIGAIL

Now

“Fine,” Dane bites out, green eyes blazing. “You want to know how I became GentAnon? I borrowed your laptop and found your erotica.”

I gape at him. “Borrowed? You mean you stole it. How? When?”

His gaze cuts away for an instant before snapping back to mine. “I went into your apartment and found your laptop two months ago. Is that what you want to hear?”

“You went in?” I press, forcing him to confront the softer language he’s selecting over the harsh truth. “So, you broke into my home more than once.”

“I told you that you don’t want to hear this.” He says it like I’m the unreasonable one.

I narrow my eyes at him. “Oh, I absolutely do. I want you to hear it. Listen to how crazy this is. How can you expect me to love you after everything you’ve done to me?”

He glares at me with open defiance. “Everything I’ve done has been for you. I had to make sure you truly wanted me. The first night we met—the night you don’t remember—you told me you wanted to be overpowered. Forced. I had to know that was real before I acted out the dark fantasy that we share. Both of us, Abigail. You wanted everything that I offered you. Or have you forgotten how many orgasms I gave you?”

My fingers shake with the rage that rushes through my system, so I curl them into fists. “You know I orgasm when a man forces himself on me. I told you what happened with Tom on the night of my debutante ball. How he did it again and again, and how ashamed I felt for letting it happen. You assaulted me, Dane.”

His head jerks to the side in a staunch refusal of my accusation. “You’re not thinking clearly,” he says roughly. “I am nothing like him. I protect you from men like him. Just like I protected you from your neighbor, Ron.”


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