Bad Habits: A Dark Anthology - Yolanda Olson Page 0,17
what I like to hear,” he growls, then his mouth lands on my neck. His teeth graze along my skin, earning him another moan. He stops for a moment before his tongue slides up the slender column to my chin where he bites down.
“Fuck,” I whimper, unable to stop the word from falling from my mouth. Pleasure shoots through me, and even though I’ve been with Father Dominic so many times, this feels different. It’s as if Kahn’s surrounding me, every part of my body comes alive, sparking to life.
“I want to fuck you, little nun,” he tells me. “I want to bend you over that altar and make you scream to God above as you soak my cock with your delicious juices.”
I manage to meet Kahn’s dark eyes, and I notice how they seem almost black with desire. It’s as if there’s a demon living within him, and it’s taken over. My first instinct is to pray, but I don’t say a word.
“I want to force my dick so deep inside you, that you’ll be clawing at the rosary in your hand while saying your Hail Marys. You’ll be so lost in pleasure, you’ll be moaning them out loud.”
“Please, Kahn,” I whimper, and that’s all he needs to lift me up and set me on the desk. Violently, he spreads my legs, and rips the panties I’m wearing from my body. He doesn’t even look at me while he shoves his jeans down, then his tight boxer briefs.
His cock juts out, thick, hard, and weeping with desire for me. I’m trembling, but I’ve never been so turned on before. Will he save me if I’m good for him?
“Say your prayers, little nun,” Kahn orders, his voice thick with desire, his hooded gaze focused on my pussy. He fists his cock, stroking it a few times before he reaches for his pocket and pulls out his wallet. Inside, he finds a foil packet and rips it open with his teeth.
I watch in awe as he sheaths himself. He doesn’t allow me to get ready for his onslaught, he forces himself into me, thrusting to the hilt, and in seconds, I’m filled more than I ever have been.
My fingers grip the edge of the desk, and my head falls back, but he’s not having any of it. His one hand holds onto my neck, forcing me to watch him enter me, watch him fuck me. His hips move so fast, I can’t focus.
My cunt pulses around him, needing more, wanting every moment of his passion, and craving everything he’s giving me. This is more than I’ve ever experienced, so much fucking more, that I can’t think straight. My mind is filled with images of him saving me, of him keeping me for himself.
I want that.
His cock thickens, spreading me open, painfully, but that only intensifies my need for release. I chase my orgasm as I reach for my clit, circling it, but Kahn slaps my hand away before delivering ten hard smacks to the sensitive bundle of nerves. His touch is like magic, and I cry out his name before he muffles my moans by slamming his hand over my mouth.
“Can’t have them hearing you,” he chuckles as his hips thrust one last time and I feel him throb inside me. A low, pleasured growl vibrates in his chest, his smirk turning dark and sinful when he murmurs, “Fuck.”
We stay there for a long moment, he doesn’t move, he doesn’t even pull out of me. I want to stay like this forever, but it makes no sense for me to feel this way about him. It’s only the second time I’ve ever met this man, yet here I am, giving him my body before I even know if he’ll keep me.
Then, Kahn breaks the silence. “Time for us to talk, little nun.”
Maeve
For thine is the kingdom, the power, and the glory,
Kahn is a gentleman. Nothing like he was moments ago when he was using my body. He helps me up and rights my clothes before zipping up his jeans.
“I didn’t mean for that—”
He interrupts me. “You didn’t come here to fuck me?”
My heart clenches in my chest. He’s right. I did come here for him. I wanted him to… I don’t know. Shaking my head, I look him in the eye. “I wanted… all my life, I’ve learned that sex is a way to get what I want.”
“So, you came here to offer me that tight cunt in exchange for your