Page 35 of Twist Me

“Meh, the devil always did have more fun. I am not too good at following rules, Little Lamb.”

I spotted a basin with a cloth in it.

Holy water?

Whatever it was, I wrung out the cloth—and did not burn up despite the fables—then stuffed it in her pretty pink lips. Now, her outrage was downright hilarious. She practically seared mewith her heat, and sure enough, her pants were now dripping wet.

I locked her arms above her head with my hand.She glared at me, and I grinned back. I agreed while I mastered my rope-tying skills again. I used my teeth to tighten the rope around her wrists and fasten it to the top of the wood.

She spat out the cloth but didn’t start yelling.

“Is that why you’re here? You broke a rule?” Her curiosity was so piqued that it made me hard.

I loved having the answers she wanted but not giving them to her. Reaching into my back pocket, I freed the little trophy I’d been holding onto since our buzzing-bullet good time in her bedroom.

Her eyes shot to the lacey material in my grip, and she gasped.

“Where did you…oh god.”

Dipping her little panties inside the holy water basin, I wrung out the delicate cloth. As I returned to her, she slung out a mix of curse words and a flurry of Spanish. It was a melody in my ears. I leaned down to get right in her face, inhaling that fear, the fury, and all her sinful needs.

“Rules aren’t the only thing meant to be broken, Little Lamb.”

Before she could retort, I stuffed the cotton lace back between her lips.I took advantage, grabbing her pants and yanking them forward, and she shook with the force of the fraying fabric.

The shock made her squeak behind the cloth, and her thighs were coated with her betrayal. She tried to close her legs.

“Ezello? That beautiful wetness shows me that you want me thrusting inside that tight little body, no barriers this time.”

She shook her head and glowered up at me.

I tsked at her. “Now, now, Little Lamb, a good little girl like you knows it’s a sin to lie in the presence of a god.”

She snorted, and I had to hide my smile.

Running my fingers over her slippery thighs, I smiled wider, bringing them up for her to see.

Her breathing picked up, and that fire in her gaze started to simmer—so innocent, faithful, and untouched? The realization of her mannerisms dawned on me.

“Are you a virgin, Little Lamb?”

She looked away.

This perfect, beautiful, wanting woman was pure, untouched, and ripe for my fucking picking.

Grabbing one of the candles that blazed on the table beside her, she eyed me suspiciously, her chest rising and falling. Reaching down, I popped out the mini pocket knife I’d hidden in my shoe and grabbed the hem of her shirt, heating up the small knife with the flame. She panted behind the cloth, trying to close her legs to no avail. The wetness on her thighs reminded me of tears streaming down her cheeks.

“Admit it, Little Lamb…or accept your punishment.”

She looked genuinely confused and desperate for release. Her panties were silky white and outlined her perfectly smooth pussy. The vision was enough to bring me to my knees. We were in a chapel, so worshiping the beauty of her heat seemed fitting.

Cutting the fabric free from her chest, she had to feel the heat of the blade as it sliced smoothly through the material, barely avoiding her tan skin. I grinned as her puckered little nipples tightened more under my praiseful gaze.

“You thought you could play with the devil without a little burn?”

The memory of how good she tasted was a brand in my soul. I dropped the knife to the ground and hovered the candle over her breast, staring directly into her eyes.

“Tell me you want me,” I breathed over her naked skin. She had no bra on…naughty girl. She was practically undulating off the crucifix. “Tell me you want to feel my body on yours,” I continued.“How do you want to crucify your virgin cunt on my damning cock.”

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