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It’s gonna take some time to gain her trust, but that’s exactly what I’m going to do.

9

ISABELLA

I stand in the shower and wash my hair for the first time in weeks. It feels amazing to have a shower all to myself without hearing someone in the stall next to me.

Priest’s bathroom is neat and tidy. I never knew men could be this clean, there is literally nothing on the counter. Even his bed was made and there were no clothes strewn across the floor haphazardly.

This man truly is a saint, no matter what he says.

I use his shower gel and I know I shouldn’t let my mind wander, but I do. I imagine him here in this shower with me. His hands on my body as he pushes me up against the tile, nuzzling his face into my neck as I wrap my arms around him. His body towers over mine as I feel his toned, muscled body with my hands as I breath hard and heavy. Before I know what I’m doing, I touch myself between my legs, rubbing my clit as I lean back against the shower wall.

I imagine it’s Priest, moving to his knees as he hooks one leg up over his shoulder and pushes his face between my legs, devouring me. I rub my clit rapidly, squeezing one breast as I see his beautiful, green eyes staring up at me as he eats me out. His tongue doing all the work as I lose myself in the rhythm and come quickly. Somehow I manage to stay silent as I murmur his name softly on my lips, my breathing ragged.

Priest. Oh, God Priest. It doesn’t stop there. I give myself a breather, sagging back against the wall as I see him flipping me around, pushing me into the tile as he takes me from behind. He grips my hips with his hands and slowly enters my tight pussy for the first time. We both groan.

I bite my lip as I finger myself, never daring to go very deep, but knowing I need to give myself this. I need to feel close to him. I know it’s a sin. It’s so very wrong, but I just need one more…. Just another… Priest moves his cock in and out of me, hitting me harder on each thrust as I cry out. My virgin pussy taking his big cock as I brace myself against the wall, hoping this sweet torture never ends. I want him. I need him.

“Little one,” he murmurs. “You feel so good.”

I want to please him, give him everything he needs, but he wants to please me. He wants to make me his in every way.

“You’re so big,” I whisper. “Take me, Priest, please.”

“So tight,” he murmurs. “So fuckin’ tight.”

I flick my clit again and go off like a firecracker, my orgasm taking me over and drawing out until I gasp. I imagine Priest shooting his load inside me, stilling as he spurts over and over, calling my name. It’s the most pleasurable thing I’ve ever imagined.

I quickly pull myself together, shame washing over me at what I just did in his shower as I rinse out my conditioner and use his razor to shave my underarms and legs. I’ll have to deal with my bikini area at a later date.

I turn the shower taps off and wrap myself in the huge, white fluffy towel Priest left out for me. Seriously, this is better than any hotel.

I feel better than I have in a long time. I dry myself and since I have no clean underwear, I pull on a pair of sweats that are a little too big but they’ll do. I comb my hair with my fingers and I see a pink toothbrush in the packet on the side. He’s left that there for me. I feel like crying all over again. This beautiful man has left me a toothbrush and let me have full access to his house and he wants nothing. I should be on guard, but I’m not. I’m tired of living my life like that and being on tenterhooks all the time. I can’t do it. I want to let go and just be me, without a care in the world. It’s an indulgent thought, and as I head out of the bathroom door and downstairs, I start to feel like I’ve got more of a spring in my step. Maybe it’s the glorious shower I had, or the way I just pleased myself thinking of Priest, or maybe — just maybe — it’s because for tonight I know I am safe.

I smell the most delicious smell when I get to the kitchen. Priest is taking our burgers out of a paper bag and putting them and a giant box of fries on the counter.

He looks up when I walk in, a soft smile on his lips.

“That shower was amazing,” I say, hovering over the island, my hair dripping wet.

“Take a seat, you don’t have to feel shy here, Bella. Just use this like you would your own home.”

My lips part but I can’t form words. My own home?

He runs a hand through his hair. “I didn’t mean that to sound…”

“You don’t have to dance around me,” I tell him. “I did have a family home once, until recently, and it’s not a crime to bring that up. I’ve only been… living like this… for about six weeks. You don’t have to feel bad mentioning my family.”

I know he doesn’t want to pry, but I also know he’s gotten details out of me that I’ve told no one else. If he knew my secret. We’d both be dead. I can’t risk Priest being hurt should the truth come to light.

“Sometimes it can be triggering.”

I love how sensitive he is to my feelings. I’ve never known kindness — aside from my nonna — or patience like he has. I’ve never known a man to be this way.

“It’s not to me.”

“As long as you're sure? About stayin’ here tonight?”

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