Redemption Read Online Sloane Kennedy (The Protectors #8)

Categories Genre: Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Protectors Series by Sloane Kennedy
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Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 94598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
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It was a terrible idea. The last thing I needed to be doing was interacting with the guy. But I was also intrigued. Maybe the volunteering was just a ploy to look like he’d gone legit, or maybe it was a condition of his early release from prison. If I could get him talking, I might get him to put the nails in his own coffin.

“Okay,” I said.

“Good,” Levi responded. A small smile graced his lips, but didn’t last long since the move also caused him to flinch in pain. “I’m Levi. What’s your name?”

“Phoenix,” I answered, not having an issue with giving him my real name. It wasn’t like he’d be around long enough to tell the cops about me anyway.

“Phoenix,” Levi said softly and I felt my traitorous cock twitch. Fuck, I absolutely could not be attracted to this guy.

“It’s nice to meet you, Phoenix,” Levi said as he stuck out his hand.

“You too…Levi,” I responded as I shook his hand.

And inwardly cursed myself as sparks of electricity fired through my palm and directly to my dick.

A whole hell of a lot of sparks.

Yeah, this was bad.

Really, really bad.

Chapter 3

Levi

“Would you excuse me a second?” I asked as soon as I showed Phoenix where he could sit and went to the coffee machine to get it going. My face hurt like crazy and I could taste blood in my mouth along with the lingering flavor of T’s cum. I’d hoped to spit all of it out after T had finished, but he’d kept his cock shoved down my throat for so long that I’d had no choice but to swallow some of it.

Either way, it meant yet another round of STD testing. At this rate, the people at the free clinic wouldn’t even need to ask my name or what I was there for.

I’d tried a few times to get T to wear a condom, but he hadn’t given a shit. But he hadn’t hesitated to tell me if I gave him anything, he’d kick my ass. I hadn’t bothered to tell him that anything he picked up would come from one of his numerous “girlfriends” since I hadn’t had sex in a few years…not since Gun had decided to make me his bitch in the shower the day after I’d stepped off the prison bus that had transported me from my hellish past to a whole new world of torture and torment.

Being Gun’s toy had only lasted a few weeks because Hank had taken pity on me after finding me on the floor of the shower, broken and bleeding from several of my body’s openings after Gun had let his disciples take turns using me as punishment for going to the guards and begging for help. As much as I’d deserved everything I’d gotten the moment I’d stepped off the prison bus, I hadn’t been able to withstand Gun’s brutality. At one point, I’d even begged him to kill me, but he’d merely laughed at me and asked me why he’d get rid of a perfectly good new fuck toy.

Luckily, with T, his brutality was limited to rough blowjobs. I’d learned enough about blowing a guy from Gun that I could usually make T come quickly, and fortunately, he hadn’t shown any interest in me beyond using my mouth on occasion. But I suspected my reprieve wasn’t going to last because he’d spent much of the blowjob today wondering aloud if he fucked me from behind, would my ass be any different than any other bitch’s. His words had scared the hell out of me and I’d worked harder to make him come quickly so he wouldn’t push me down on all fours and shove into me like Gun always used to do. T had always made a big show of calling me a faggot and asking me if maybe I was hiding a pussy beneath my clothes because I was so pretty. I guessed it was his way of reminding me he wasn’t gay and that fucking my mouth didn’t count as being with another guy.

I’d expected T to just leave me there like he usually did after he came, but I’d been surprised when he’d had a new demand this time around.

And as soon as he’d voiced it, I’d wished he’d told me he was going to fuck me instead, because there was no way I could give him what he was asking.

Not couldn’t…wouldn’t.

Most of the choices in my life had been taken from me, either by Ricky, prison, or Gun and T, but there were still a few things I would say no to until my dying breath.

T could beat me, fuck me, even kill me, but I would never hurt another living soul ever again. Even if what he was asking might not physically endanger someone, it would be breaking the trust of someone who’d believed in me…who’d taken a chance on me when no one else had.



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