Page 31 of Sinfully His

“We’ve known each other for a while,” she said, hitting the back of her knee on one of the wooden dividers, wincing as her thigh brushed against the edge of the pew. I wondered if the cut on her thigh was still bothering her.

“Oh, how long?”

“We knew of each other as kids, his family—" She cut her words off like it was some kind of secret.

“His family what?”

She didn’t say anything more, just kept glancing around the room, searching for someone to save her. Or maybe she wasn’t looking for salvation, maybe she was in search of something else?

Her little revelation definitely had me in search of something else.

Her not being a virgin ruined my plan. I was just going to take her virginity, start a rumor about her having sex with someone. It was something that others would forgive but would still tarnish Mary Quinn’s perfect family image. I was going to be nice about it, get this pretty little angel addicted to my cock, make her think I was the only one that could give her that feeling, build her up, over and over, give her the praise that she got nowhere else. Then start the rumors.

It was going to end in a spectacular explosion of Rose admitting publicly that she’d had sex, and then Mary Quinn going off on a rampage.

Her having a boyfriend complicated things. I did not appreciate complications.

“What does he do for a living? What does his family do?” I asked, prying into her life, trying to find out who this boyfriend was and if there was a way to rid myself of this unwelcome complication.

“He and his family are gardeners,” she said, sticking out her chin, like somehow fucking the lower class made her stronger and defiant.

“Gardeners?”

“At our home and our Hampton estate. I don’t look down on them just because of what they do.”

“Why would you? It sounds like honest work. No, I don’t see you ever looking down on a man for that, but what would your mother say? You know I’m honor bound to tell her. It was different when you were my dirty secret, but now learning you have one of your own?” I tsked. “Bad girl, you are just such a filthy little sinner, aren’t you? Leading many men into temptation.”

“No, it’s not like that. I love him.”

“Do you? Just a moment ago, you only thought you loved him.”

“No.” Her chin went back up in the air. “I love him. He’s the only man I’ve ever been with and we’re planning on eloping.”

“Oh, is that so?”

That would never happen. I refused to allow that to happen. Rose was going to be ruined, but on my terms. Fiery, white-hot rage flooded my veins. I thought about another man’s hands, the dirty, calloused hands of a gardener, touching her perfect flesh.

“Yes, we plan to run away together after the New Year.”

“And how many times have you and Raul had sex?”

“What? That’s none of your business.” Her eyes were round with shock, and the tops of her cheeks turned that delicious pink color as she kept winding through the pews, in and out, trying to keep away from me. Even her knuckles were turning white from her grip on the polished wood.

“I think it is my business. After all, I felt how tight your little cunt is. You’re lying to me.”

“No, I’m not lying. He’s just not that well—” She clamped her hand over her mouth to stop the words coming out and I couldn’t help the laughter that tore through my body.

My God, that poor man, even a virgin knowing that you had a tiny dick.

“It’s because we only had sex once,” she corrected.

“I’m sure. And how many times did you get down on your knees and suck his cock?”

“What? I?—”

That was enough of an answer for me.

“And did he make you come on his fingers like I did?”

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