Page 17 of The Dirty Saint

6 years ago

He touched me. I have never been touched by a man like that before.

It is soft. Gentle. The caressing of my cheek with the padding of his fingertips. Butterflies fill my stomach, a warm sensation trickling down into my private area.

Caleb Santo, the son of one of the wealthiest men in the world, wants me.Me.Every girl I know has a crush on the guy, but here he is, standing in front of me, with his shirt torn off and pants unzipped. I giggle as I see the outline of his erection.

My whole life, I have been told that boys and girls can not interact until marriage. My parents’ first kiss was on their wedding day. This little intimate moment I am having right now is heavily frowned upon.

But I don’t care. I am sosickof other people’s beliefs dictating my own decisions.

So, let God punish me. And let him look down on me for finding pleasure in the grace of a man’s hands exploring my skin.

“God, Ezra, you are so fucking beautiful.” Caleb trails a finger along my pelvis, and I arch my back, inching to get closer to his touch.

“And you haven’t even seen anything yet,” I smile against his mouth, sliding my skirt down to reveal my red, lacey panties.

He grins. “You’re wet.”

I take a quick peak between his legs.

Caleb kisses my neck, and I moan, which sends a beautiful feeling running inside my body.

Finally, I am breaking away from the rules that have kept me caged like some violent animal. I don’t have to hide my body or cover my skin; no, now I am free to show off what I have always been told has to be concealed.

“You have protection, right,” I ask, sending soft kisses against Caleb’s jaw. It feels a little foolish, the question almost childlike, but getting pregnant is no way to keep a relationship hidden.

“We don’t need protection,” Caleb slides his hand inside my panties, pulling them down to my knees.

“Wait,” I say, grabbing a hold of his hand.

“God, Ezra, don’t be such a prude. We’ll be fine, don’t worry—”

I place my hands on Caleb’s chest, pushing him away from me so that I can slide out from underneath his body.

“Hey, watch your mouth with me,” I demand, smoothing out my hair. “You’re not gonna be the one tied down to a baby ifyour stupid pull-out method fails. I am not having sex with you without protection.”

Caleb’s eyes grow heavy with anger, and the gentle, sweet boy who had been so good to me just minutes before vanishes. Lifting a hand to my face, he brings it straight down onto my nose, causing my head to rear back. Blood fills my mouth.

“You son of a bitch,” I scream, tears lining the lids of my eyes. “I, I, I don’t want to do this anymore. I’m going home.”

“No,” Caleb barks, pushing me back down with such force it makes my skin burn, “you aren’t going anywhere.”

“Caleb, please, let me go.”

In this moment, I can’t move, can’t think, can’t see. It is as if my anxiety has blinded me.

“Shut up!”

Caleb wraps his hand around my throat, and it is only then that I realize that I had been praying out loud.

“God isn’t coming to help you.”

“You are a sick fuck,” I cry, my stomach churning. “And you won’t get away with this.”

I will myself to look away as Caleb quickly pulls his boxers down, his bare penis hard and aching for action.

“Oh, Ezra, sweet, sweet Ezra,” he whispers in my ear, “I think I just did.”

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