Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
I nod, licking my lips. “Yes, Father.”
“You fucking little slut,” he says, crashing his lips to mine. His tongue opens my mouth, and then we’re kissing.
And it’s so good.
My body’s alive. Every cell vibrates with passion as he explores my mouth with his tongue. It’s needy. It’s so forbidden, but I don’t care.
I want this.
And if I’m going to hell, so be it, because I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more than this.
We continue the kiss, Benedict’s body hardening beneath me. I keep rocking myself along him as he pushes another finger inside me. I’m so close to coming undone.
“Benedict,” I moan into his mouth once he’s broken the kiss.
His eyes sear into mine as he leans back, letting his fingers get deeper inside me. The heel of his hand runs over my clit, and I unravel.
“I’m coming,” I shout out into the room, forgetting about all the other men watching us. I don’t even care.
If their eyes are on me, they’ll see how run away I am with lust for the priest. They’ll see that he’s able to do things to my body nobody else ever has.
They’ll see the truth, that I want him.
Cheers erupt throughout the room, and a few men even clap their hands together.
“Get it, Father,” one man says.
“Look at him getting her off,” another says.
Even Lazarus is watching, and I hope this is exactly what Benedict wanted. For these men to trust us both. Maybe now Benedict won’t have to watch from a hidden room, spying, waiting for these men to give him the info he so desperately wants.
I’m just a tool in that quest. A reason for him to gain their trust.
That thought tethers me back to the room, making the high of my orgasm crash down all around me.
“What’s wrong?” Benedict asks as soon as I stop rocking. He lets go of my neck, bringing his hand to the front of my body and letting it slide between my breasts. With his other hand he removes his fingers from inside me.
“Suck her clean from your fingers,” someone yells in the room.
Benedict’s eyes search mine, and he hesitates with his hand in front of him, his fingers drenched in my essence.
I barely nod, giving him my permission.
And then as if in slow motion, he places two fingers into his mouth and sucks them dry, and I nearly combust.
“What does she taste like?” a few men asks, and Benedict closes his eyes briefly.
“She tastes like mine,” he says, removing his fingers from his mouth. He glances around the room with a small smile. “She tastes like my little slut, and nobody else will ever touch her again. Got that?”
There’s a roar of laughter from the men in the room, and my eyes widen at the fact that Benedict has just claimed me in front of everyone. Is that even doable?
“You’ve proved yourself,” Lazarus says to Benedict. “I think you’re not the type of priest I thought you were.”
Benedict laughs. “Definitely not. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go and fuck my little slut in private.” He hauls me over his shoulder, and carries me out of the room.
He keeps me over his shoulder the entire way up to the surveillance room before he sets me down. We enter the room and he locks the door, double checking to make sure it’s secure.
“Oh my god,” I say, not really sure what to even say at this point.
“I need a minute,” Benedict says, breathing in heavily through his nose and out his mouth, one hand leaning against the wall. “I was so turned on in there. I’m sorry.”
I move closer toward him, putting myself between him and the wall. “Never apologize. What happened in there was amazing.” I don’t want to tell him the orgasm was amazing too, even though it was the best in my life, but that what he achieved in there was amazing. “They trust you now. You don’t even need me anymore.”
His eyes go wild. “Are you kidding? I need you more than ever. Now when I’m in there, you’ll be in there with me. Kind of like my proof that they can trust me.”
“I’m sorry you have to do this.”
He inches closer. “Eva, I couldn’t think of any other way. When I thought about any of these men touching you it drove me crazy. You’re here helping me, and you don’t want that. Hell, you don’t even want me, but I appreciate you going along with it.”
I brush my lips over his. “Thank you,” I tell him, wanting desperately to tell him that I do, in fact, want him.
“So, next time we’ll need to act like two people who’ve been intimate with each other.”
I nod. “Okay. Will we have to put on a show like that again?”
He shakes his head. “I don’t think so. They trust us now.”