Page 76 of The Secrets of a Sin

“No one’s watching us, angel.” I grind out, needing a change in positions, so I slowly pull out and flip her over onto her hands and knees. “You’re paranoid.” I give her ass a hard smack before prying it apart and surging inside.

If this wasn’t debasement enough of a church, then I don’t know what it was. A student on her hands and knees, on top of an altar, taking my cock like the fucking bible thumper girl she is. A bible thumper with sinful thoughts, who followed me into the depths of corruption and anarchy. She was my fucking girl, my obsession, and there was no possible way that I would ever let her slip from my fingers. As she moaned and bounced back onto every thrust, I knew she was my demise.

My beginning and my end.

“That’s it, angel, take me.” I groan as she pushes back vigilantly, chasing another orgasm that I was more than willing to give her. “Take it all.”

My palms dig into the flesh of her hips, and once I feel she’s ready for more, I slide a single finger down her ass and over her vacant hole. One day I was going to claim her ass as mine, but for now, I’d let my finger inside. Before pushing inside her virgin hole, I use the wetness from her clit and coat my finger in her juices. Then, once I’m ready, I slide the tip of my digit inside and let her adjust to the new sensation.

“Oh fuck…” She moans as her whole body tenses around my finger.

“Relax, I won’t hurt you.” I slow my cock and let her get used to my finger. “Can you take any more?” I wiggle my digit a bit further inside, and when she moans in pleasure, I know she’s built for it. She was built for all things depraved, just as I was.

“Yes, but go slow.” She loosens her stiffness, and that’s when I can finally thrust the rest of my finger inside. “God, Arsen.” Her loud cry vibrates all around us, and I slowly start to move my cock.

Now that’s she’s full in both holes, I let my cravings take over, and I fuck her.

My cock slams against her cervix, bruising the damn spot until she’s creaming around me in desperate wails while the finger in her ass remains fully seated inside her. She was taking it all so good, the pain, the pleasure, the raw passion we both gave. I didn’t want it to end. I wanted this feeling to last forever, but we were both cresting onto something extraordinary. Both in a frenzy to reach the high. We gave each other everything we had.

I pounded in.

She pushed back.

It was a fucking free-for-all, but once our madness shifted into desperation, we let one another give exactly what we needed to fall.

“Come inside me, Arsen. I want it all.”

Her words send me spiraling, so reaching my hand underneath, I stroke her clit, giving her the same detonating feeling as me.

Then finally, on a torn cry and deep growl, we embrace complete rapture together.

24

CHARLOTTE

Leaving the church feeling fully sated and slightly guilty from the obscene acts we committed on two sacred items, I pull Arsen along with me, trying to focus on what our actual goal for tonight was because it sure wasn’t getting fucked.

“Are you gonna tell me where we're going, or are you just going to be mute for the rest of the night?” Arsen teases in a minor stern tone. With his hand intertwined with mine, I keep our pace steady as my nerves start to rise.

“Nothing good ever comes from engaging in conversation with you.” I respond. “Especially when I have intentions of doing something productive that doesn’t involve us having sex or you trying to piss me off.”

He chuckles, amused, and to my surprise, continues to let me pull him down the dingy hallway.

“Well, if you weren’t so fucking defiant, I wouldn’t piss you off.” He mocks jokingly, but I knew, in reality, it wasn’t a joking matter. The man had serious issues when it came to obeying him, and I happened to relish in doing the opposite. “But we’ve clearly never had a conversation before then because I’m about as engaging as it gets, angel.”

“As engaging, do you mean trying to get into my pants?” I scoff.

“Trying?” He jeers. “It didn’t take much effort to do so, Charlotte.”

I immediately try to yank my hand out of his, but his grip on me tightens. “It was bound to happen sooner or later. Luckily, it didn’t take long for you to spread those luscious legs for me.”

I don’t bother responding because I feel both aggravated and turned on by his comment. So instead, I keep my eyes trained on the door that’s now in view, and we make our way towards it. As we come to a stop, Arsen eyes me suspiciously but follows me inside the office as I turn the handle.

“What are we doing in Welch’s office?” He questions as I flip the lights on and jaunt over to the filing cabinets.

“It’s not hers anymore.” I comment. Bending down low, I scan the labels for what I’m looking for, and the familiar rush I experienced the other day when I was snooping around in here suddenly strikes me hard again. Fortunately, we have fewer chances of getting caught now since it’s the middle of the night, but it still didn’t alleviate my anxiety.

Arsen then comes up beside me, hovering over my lowered frame, watching me intently as I start to open a drawer. “What are you looking for in there?” He nods towards the hundreds of files that are now visible, and I gradually start to sift through them.

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