Page 97 of Priest

He has a hot name… Okay, not Percival, but Xavier Samuel is really cool. His last name – he told me later – is Grieves.

And the sex… Oh, my God. If we stay in this house any longer, we’re going to screw ourselves to death.

He’s always up. Always ready for me. And it gives me power knowing that I can do that to him. That he wants me that badly. It makes me forget about all the bad stuff and the war he told me is brewing. Like all wars, there will be bloodshed and loss. My heart aches and lurches at the idea that someone could hurt him. I can’t live without him. He’s not only been my lifeline and my friend; he’s now my lover and a man that I can see myself with, making a life with. That in itself is a complete miracle.

Priest Xavier Samuel Grieves.

I lie in his arms on the couch. We were watching a movie, then we started fooling around and he took me from behind while we both laid on our sides. He’s still in me as he plays with the ends of my hair.

“We’ll go to the clubhouse tomorrow,” he tells me out of nowhere.

I blink at the TV. “What for?”

“The club’s goin’ to raid the compound where your uncle lives. It’s time, Bella. We have to end this before they attack us first.”

I stay quiet. I always knew this was going to happen, and again, I wait for that feeling inside of me that tells me I should be sorry and at least feel a pang of regret about lives lost. But it just never comes. They’re bad people. My father — according to Priest — molested kids. I shudder at the thought. He and my uncle trafficked children. How in the hell did I never hear about any of this? I know that women within the mob are shielded from having any knowledge of what’s going on in the underworld, but I never truly thought they’d stoop that low. Guns, drugs and prostitution, yes, but trading innocent children? I shake my head. I want them all dead for the crimes they’ve committed and it only makes me want to try harder. Maybe my mission in life is to help people like me; people trapped or discarded. Unwanted. Abused. Whatever the reason. I know now that I want to help those in need. It’s my calling. I don’t know how I’m going to do it, but I’m determined to make it my mission in life. And with Priest’s and Father Dan’s help, I might even be able to make a difference.

“Are you okay?” He kisses my neck when I don’t reply.

“Yes,” I whisper. “I don’t even have the capacity to feel remorse for any of them. What does that make me?”

“Why should you?” he counters. “Those men were the pits of society. What they've done and continue to do should only remind you that they all deserve to be put in the ground, not just run out of town.”

I completely agree with him. They deserve no sympathy for anything they’ve done.

They can all rot for all I care.

“They don’t deserve to breathe air. They deserve to suffer in Hell.”

He pulls me closer, my back pressed against this warm chest as his dick remains inside me, where he belongs. Even though possession in my family has been a sore spot for me — I never wanted to be a trophy wife for Leo, for example. It feels completely different with Priest. His possession I can get on board with. He makes me feel things that I’ve never felt before. A light turned on inside me when our paths crossed and I’ll never regret any of it for the rest of my life.

“And so they shall.” He pulls out, reaching down to pull the condom off.

“Put it back in,” I whisper, half turning so I can see his glorious face.

His lips twitch. “You want to fall asleep with me inside you, baby?”

I nod. “Yes. I want you inside me, as close as we can get.”

He kisses my lips, his tongue meeting mine as he reaches between us and slides back inside me to the hilt. He stills. “You like me takin’ what’s mine, don’t you, Bella?”

“It is yours,” I tell him. “My body is yours to do what you want with.”

His lips brush mine. “I like the sound of that.”

I smile, nestling back into the crook of his arm as we lie together. It feels so good to be owned like this. To belong to someone who belongs to me just as much.

“How do I make you feel?” I have the courage to ask after a few moments.

He strokes my hair. “Like I’m the luckiest man alive.”

“Are we just in this sex-crazed love bubble? What if that’s all it is.”

His chest rumbles against my back as he laughs. “I quite like this sex-crazed love bubble. But there’s more to it than that, and you know it.”

“You catching feelings?” I can’t help the sputter of laughter that breaks free from my chest.

He bumps me with his hips. “Very funny.”

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