Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 52190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
A blush creeps over her cheeks as the words I’ve said dozens of times take on new meaning. Bringing back old demons as I withdraw my hand from her sin-inspiring flesh to grip my face, my hand covering my lips as the car takes a left onto the bumps of the brick driveway of the church compound.
“If you hit me, I’ll hit you back.” She straightens her spine, steeling her jaw and the juxtaposition of toughness and insecurity forces the waves of my protective instincts to crest.
I answer with a grin and a nod. I welcome her challenge. Teaching her the difference between violence and discipline will be my pleasure.
She’s the test I knew would come someday. Sooner than I expected and in the form of a stepsister.
My fists ball at my sides, ready to do battle with myself.
I push away the filth that flashes behind my lids as I blink at the sun streaming through the back window. As the century-old bricks of the driveway make the car bounce and vibrate, I mutter a prayer; asking for forgiveness and strength as the vehicle comes to a stop outside the ten-foot tall, carved walnut dormitory doors with the inscription across the front...
Per has iportas salus exspectat.
“How many other girls stay here?”
“Right now, none.”
“It’s just me? And you?”
My stomach twists. My cock pressing on my zipper.
“Just us. And Sister Nathalia. You’ll meet her when we arrive. You, my child, will receive all of my attention. Whether you like it or not. But, I’m betting that you will like it. You deserve to be guided by someone dedicated to you. Someone that will do what is necessary and difficult to ensure you are happy.”
Our eyes connect, one second, two, three, four…I lose count as the limo comes to a stop and the driver appears outside my window, clicking open the door.
“Creepy.” She shakes her head, rolling her eyes back. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think I was being punked.” Releasing a long breath, she presses her hands, still holding the water bottle between her knees, making it crinkle again. “But, since I have nowhere else to go, and from what I remember, I get three meals and a place to sleep, I’m in. I could use a lot of sleep. So, let’s see what you’ve got. I hope you’re up for a challenge.”
“I welcome it, Kitty. I welcome you, at your best and your worst.”
The driver walks over to open her door. She pushes up, bending forward, as sunlight streams in around her. The curves of her ass cheeks hang out the back of her shorts as a fist barrels into my gut as the unexpected peek-a-boo of a smooth vaginal lip makes an appearance. My eyes lock onto the tempting flesh as she scoots across the vinyl seat.
The orgasm I’ve been holding back for ten years takes me like a category five hurricane. I double over on a groan, cum bursting from the tip of my cock like liquid fire, blinding me as my legs cramp. I grip the edges of the seat until the vinyl tears in my hands.
I drop my chin, gasping, waiting for my vision to return.
There were seven deadly sins. Now, there are eight. And the one that will kill me is named Kitty.
CHAPTER 4
Kitty
Iflip over on the lumpy mattress. The scratchy wool blanket and starched sheets have me rating this resort one out of five stars.
The clock below the crucifix on the stone wall reads four-forty, and I haven’t managed a single wink of sleep in the two hours I’ve been in this room for what Father Martin called, reflection time.
I’m running on empty but laying here in my silent quarters at Saint Margaret’s, my mind is racing as I piece together the last twenty-four hours. A pervasive dampness covers the stone walls while a musty smell hangs in the stale air which does nothing for my already sour stomach.
As my hangover subsides, there’s a stinging spot that throbs on my scalp from where my hair was pulled and my upper arm aches where I’m sure bruises are starting to show.
You fought back. You’re okay.
Damming up the broken memory of what happened in the stinky bar bathroom last night makes the pressure behind my forehead balloon.
As if that’s not enough, the crushing grief sitting on my chest as I wonder where Baby might be right now has tears springing to my eyes. I press the heels of my hands to my eye sockets, forcing sparks to flicker behind my lids.
Is she scared? Does she think I abandoned her?
Is she even still alive?
Or, did someone adopt her? Are they nice and she already loves them, and she’s forgotten about me?
Or, are they horrible, and she’s—
“Katherine?” A female voice cuts through my sorrowful haze, paired with a knock on the wooden door.