Bad Habits: A Dark Anthology - Yolanda Olson Page 0,118

resting on the design of my habit. I can tell he’s not entirely sure if he believes me or if he even wants to continue our conversation, but I like the way he looks, so he won’t have a choice.

“Okay, well,” he begins thoughtfully, unable to tear his eyes away from the design, “which direction did you come from?”

I turn my body completely to face away from him. It’s the only way I know how to answer the question and keep my wits about me. I don’t like the way he’s staring at my habit but I don’t want him to leave either.

“Then let’s go that way,” he says gently as he takes a step forward and ends up beside me.

“Okay,” I agree quietly as we begin to walk in silence.

Before this night is over, I’ll have what I want and he’ll give me what he’ll no longer need.

Blood.

Chapter Five

Once we reached the convent, my unnamed friend stopped short.

“Do you belong in there?” he asks me uncertainly. I steal a glance in his direction and I nod quickly.

“I live here.”

“You’re a nun?”

I nod again.

“Then what’s with the getup?”

I shrug as I begin to lead him up the path toward the front door. We won’t go in through this way—hell, we won’t even go in through the side. The Bitch Mother has eyes everywhere and she’ll see us before I have a chance to take him down below.

“Well, you have a good night then.”

I stop walking and turn around. He hasn’t made a single move to follow me and probably thinks he’s some kind of fucking hero for walking me back to a place where I know I don’t belong.

I run my hands back through my hair and chew my lower lip thoughtfully for a moment.

“Don’t you want to come inside?” I ask in confusion.

“No,” he replies with a good-natured chuckle. “As long as you’re found now instead of lost, I think I’ll head home. You have a nice evening, okay?”

“What’s your name?” I ask as I begin to walk toward him.

“What’s yours?” he shoots back with a smirk curling up half of his mouth.

“Paloma. You can call me Pally; that’s what my very best friends do,” I answer, a grin of my own appearing as I come to a stop three inches away from him.

I have to make him want to come inside and men are usually simple enough to seduce.

“Your full name,” he presses.

I’m confused at first.

I don’t know what he wants me to say until he glances down at my habit and I have to do my best not to snap at him for staring at it so much.

“Sister Paloma Grace,” I tell him as I dip down into a curtsy. I glance up at him as I tilt my head to the right and look him directly in his eyes. “At your service.”

He laughs as he shakes his head, then turns his eyes away from me for a moment. The longer we stand here trading pleasantries, the more of a risk we run being caught by the Bitch Mother and her spies.

I have to get him inside.

As I stand back up to my full height, I grip the hem of the habit and roll it up high enough to expose my cunt to him.

“Any service you please.”

Chapter Six

The name of my new friend is Reade.

He told me after I flashed my pussy at him and then he agreed to come inside for “only a little while.”

Men as beautiful as him tend to be the lonely, sinful type that Mother warned us about; so I did the one thing I knew would get him to let his guard down, and it worked.

I turn to face Reade and put a finger to my lips to remind him to be as quiet as he can when we approach a small hole in the back of the convent.

I beat the wall out myself one night in a fit of anger. Mother had caned me for not being in the common room for a meeting she had called for us.

After she verbally abused me, she bent me over the table and laid so many whacks across my bare ass that I couldn’t sit for days.

I used that to make my own little escape hatch. I took the heaviest candelabra I could find from her collection of holy relics and slammed it against the wall over and over until it gave way.

She still hasn’t found my hole, or figured out what became of