“Wrong.” I pushed the velvet curtain aside and backed her into the confessional. “You belong to me.” I swept the pad of my thumb over her mouth, smearing her red lipstick. “This belongs to me.” I moved the small wooden stool aside with my foot, then pushed her back against the wall.
“Get off me.” She shoved at my chest.
I tried to remind myself that we were in a place of reverence, where morals and virtue were as important as the holy sacraments.
I tried to remind myself that I came here to talk, to explain what had just happened.
I tried to tame the beast.
The beast won.
My hand moved across her collarbone, then inside her dress and to her breast. I pinched her nipple through her bra. “This belongs to me.”
She tried grabbing my wrist, but I took both her hands and pinned them above her head.
I leaned forward, hovering my mouth over hers. “You wanna try that again?”
“I swear to God, I’ll scream.”
I grinned. “Good.”
I wanted her to scream.
I wanted her to cry.
I wanted her to forget to breathe.
Her words told one story, but her eyes told another. Her breaths came in shallow pants, and her gaze darkened. She parted her lips, and I took what was mine, letting my mouth punish her for challenging me. She gave as good as she got.
I let go of her hands and lifted her dress up over her hips, leaving nothing between us but the thin fabric of her panties and my clothes. I unfastened my belt and pants, then pulled them down, freeing my cock.
Fuck.
My mouth moved from her lips to her jaw, where I nipped her with my teeth.
She grabbed my hair and tried moving my head away.
Not a fucking chance, Little Troublemaker.
I stroked my dick with one hand and yanked her panties down with the other.
She kicked them the rest of the way off. Her hips rolled toward mine, drawn to me by an imaginary thread, an unbreakable bond.
I grabbed her thigh and hooked one of her legs around my waist. “It’s kind of remarkable isn’t it? That I’m about to fuck you in the place where darkness comes to light. Where the deepest desires of the heart are set free.” My other hand slinked up her body, over her breasts, stopping at her throat.
“I hate you.”
I positioned myself at her entrance. Fuck. Just as I thought, she was wet as fuck against my tip. Her body quivered against me. “You want to hate me.” I flexed my fingers and held her stare. “But you can’t.” Without warning, I shoved inside her.
She arched her back and sucked in a gasp. Her pussy was so hot. It felt so fucking good. Every thrust led me further and further into my damnation, but I gladly let her be my undoing. Her eyes flitted closed.
“Look at me.” I gripped her throat harder, feeling the pulse throb at my fingertips.
She opened her eyes, and I refused to let up.
Not when she clawed at my chest and moaned, “Harder.”
Not when her head fell forward, and she bit my shoulder.