Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 93482 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93482 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
He smirked. He actually smirked at me; he wasn’t denying it.
“Okay, so that covers what you think I stole, and who I supposedly killed. What lies do you think I have told?”
“Whatever you said that got Mother kicked off of every single board she served on.” I threw my hands up in annoyance, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“I did not tell a single lie. I merely suggested that she was not fit to lead the community, and the board members took it from there. Your mother might just be the most hated woman in all of New York City, if not the state. She has scratched and climbed her way to the top, and do you know what they don’t tell you about being at the top?”
“The only place to go is down?” I asked, confused, because everybody said that.
“No, the ones who fall are the ones who stepped on the wrong people to get to where they are. Your mother has stepped on many people. She continued to stomp on people even after she already reached the highest peak. For her, it’s a sport. So when the opportunity arose for people to take her down, I barely had to make a suggestion. I said I was worried that she had little regard for life because she laughed at the death of the gardener’s son.”
“How did you know she laughed?”
“I didn’t until now. I supposed that was my lie. But you just confirmed that it was true, so not a lie. It doesn’t matter. What matters is I merely had to suggest that she had strayed from the path of righteousness, and the pack of hyenas that your mother associates with jumped at the opportunity to tear her down. The mess she is in is one of her own making.”
“Straying from the path of righteousness is hilarious, coming from a priest who murders people and steals from others.”
“You forgot fucks. I am a priest who lies, steals, kills, and fucks naughty little angels who forget their place,” he said, looking me up and down.
I stepped back, hitting the shelves behind me and making a brass jar of oil shake.
Father Manwarring reached up to steady the jar and boxed in my body at the same time.
“That is a beautiful white dress,” he purred, leaning close to my ear. God, he smelled so good, and just having him this close to me brought every nerve in my body to life. “You know, white signifies purity, virginity, and innocence. Who’s lying now?”
He grabbed a fistful of my hair, forcing my head back as he kissed me. His hands were rough as they moved down my body, cupping my breasts through my dress and then lifting the hem to my waist.
His hand slammed down on my ass, making me gasp into his mouth. He deepened the kiss as his fingers dug into my backside and he pressed his body against mine. His hard cock pressed against my stomach. My body instantly responded.
“You think just because I’ve given you a little attention you can talk back to me?” he said, one hand gripping my ass while the other reached up for a jar of the holy chrism oil and dipped two of his fingers inside.
“I—”
“Did I give you permission to speak?” he growled, as he took those two fingers and pressed them against my asshole, circling it at first, coaxing out that dark pleasure.
I gripped the shelf behind me, needing something to steady me as he continued to play with me.
“You want this?” he asked against my ear as he slid the first finger in. It felt good, different from when he slid a finger inside of my pussy, and so much better than when he did it before, but I thought I liked it.
“No,” I said, closing my eyes. “It’s a sin.”
“That’s why you like it.” He pushed the second finger in beside it, stretching me in a way that hurt and was unfamiliar, but still I didn’t want him to stop. “You pretend to be this sweet little good girl. That always does what she’s told. But I see the truth. You like this. I bet your cunt is dripping for me. That’s why you wanted to confront me.”
“No, I—”
“You want to be fucked hard, punished sexually. You want me to bend you over and use you in a way that only I’m allowed to. I can see the denial on your lips, but do not let another lie past them. The truth is obvious to see. Why else would you be so determined to tempt me? Your body practically begs for my cock every time I see you. You can pretend to be a good girl all you like, but I see the truth.”
He kissed me again, this time dragging his teeth over my bottom lip and pushing my body tighter against his. I melted into his kiss, letting him take control like I always did. A voice in the back of my head said I shouldn’t be doing this, that it was wrong, and I needed to stop him. That voice was drowned out by the need I felt every time he was around, every time he touched me, and every time he claimed me.