Bad Habits: A Dark Anthology - Yolanda Olson Page 0,54
knows what happened, why I’m here. If anyone else found out, my father’s political career would be over, and my life would too.
I see Celeste leaves his office, limping slowly down the corridor, her head bowed low. I overheard him whipping her into submission for what he forces her to do in that church. I have got to say something. I cannot let her believe that any of this is right or acceptable. I follow her, staying in the shadows, making sure to keep a safe distance so I don’t startle her. I wait a few minutes after she disappears into her room before I open her door, glad it’s unlocked. She spins around when she hears the door, her eyes wide.
“What are you doing here?” Her brows knit together. I try to focus on her eyes, but it’s her bruised and battered body that holds my attention. Her beautiful skin displays several red lines, from the lashing no doubt. But she is still exquisite, and I’ll be lying if I say I don’t want to use her body for my own pleasure. I shut the door behind me.
“Why do you let him do this to you?” I growl under my breath.
“He doesn’t do anything to me. I have to repent, you wouldn’t understand.”
I close the small distance between us. “Surely you can see this is not the way. He’s forcing you to commit these heinous acts and then punishing you for it.”
She looks up at me, fire burning in her eyes. When I reach out and touch her arm, she flinches, backing away from me. “Don’t touch me.”
She says she doesn’t want me to, but along with the fire I see, desire also burns in her eyes. Like it did when I kissed her. I step closer to her, watching her chest heave. “You shouldn’t be in here. If Sister Concessa-”
I grip the back of her neck and pull her closer to me. “Sister Concessa doesn’t have to know.”
I crash my lips to hers, pushing my tongue between her stubborn lips. She tries to push me away, but I wrap my other arm around her waist, pulling her flush against me. Her soft curves against my hard chest creating the perfect dichotomy. She pulls away, groaning in agony. “The lashes hurts.”
I immediately release my strong hold on her, my hands still lingering on her waist. “Let me help make it better.”
She’s guarded, already recoiling from me. I have to show her that punishment isn’t the only form of pleasure.
“This is sinful, Priest.”
“So is everything Father Thomas does to you.” I glare down at her. She lets out a breath, backing away from me until her back hits the wall.
“Please leave.” Ignoring her plead, I cage her in, my hands tracing over the irritated skin on her breasts. My blood boils at the thought of him hurting her like this. I lean in and kiss her throat. She lets out a breath but lets me continue kissing my way to her collarbone.
I continue worshiping her neck, loving her addictive scent. “I want to make you feel good.” She closes her eyes when I trace my fingers over her peaked nipples, letting out a soft moan. Something tells me she’s never experienced this kind of intimacy. I slide my hand down her body, over the soft hairs between her legs. “You’re beautiful.”
She flinches again. I slip a finger over her clit. She’s wet. That’s enough to convince me that she needs this.
“Priest,” my name falls from her lips in a whimper as she spreads her legs for me. I drop to my knees and replace my finger with my tongue, lapping up her sweet juices.
“Oh, I…” I use my fingers to spread her wider, until my tongue is flat against her clit. She cries out, and I take that as an invitation to thrust a finger deep inside her. She grips my hair, pulling me closer to her. I use my teeth to bite softly on her clit until she’s crying out an orgasm. I’m so hard, I need to be inside her. I stand, kissing her mouth with her juices still on my lips. She sucks at me hungrily, losing her inhibitions. I grab her wrist and lay her on her small bed. I’ll fucking break it if I’m not careful.
She stares up at me, her eyes hooded, her legs spread.
I undress then hover over her, placing kisses to her face, her lips, her breasts.