Page 34 of Sinfully His

“Do not lie to me in the confines of the confessional,” I growled, placing a sharp smack on her ass, loving the way it shook.

“Because… I wanted to,” she said.

“You wanted to? Does that make it okay in your eyes? If you want something, you take it?”

Part of me wanted her to say yes. I wanted her to admit that when she wanted something, she could take it. I did. Everyone who grew up with our families did. I wanted her to be different enough to at least own it.

“No,” she said. “But I wanted control over one thing in my life. I wanted to decide who I gave myself to for the first time. There is no way I could let whatever man my mother deemed worthy to be the only one to ever touch me.”

There it was. The little streak of defiance in my angel. My God, it was glorious. It needed to be encouraged.

“Tell me, what other sins have you committed?” I wound one of my fingers under the gusset of her panties, just brushing her bare lips. I never understood why women pretended to be virgins and still got their bodies waxed regularly. But I loved knowing that her cunt would always be ready for me.

“I have had impure thoughts.” Her voice shook.

“Tell me,” I demanded.

“I have had thoughts about a man, a man I shouldn’t be thinking about, let alone… tempted by.”

“And what are these thoughts, little angel?” I slid two fingers into her, her body immediately accepting them, but still squeezing them tight like a glove. She may have technically not been a virgin, but she was still as tight as one.

“I dream about a man, one who forces me to my knees to do things I know I shouldn’t. But I’m powerless to stop him.”

“And why are you powerless?” I asked, withdrawing my fingers, taking out my cock, pulling her panties aside.

“Because he leads me into temptation, and I’m eager to follow.”

I pushed inside of her, and she gasped, and I let out a groan of satisfaction. Had anyone ever felt so damn good?

I didn’t know if it was due to the sacrilege of fucking her in the confessional, the risk of anybody being able to open those doors and catch us in the act, the knowledge that I was taking my enemy’s daughter, or the knowledge that even though I wasn’t her first, I was going to be the one that ruined her.

“Oh God,” she moaned, her hand going to the back wall and bracing herself as I fucked into her hard and fast, letting the anger of the last few days push me on.

The anger of having to deal with her mother, my father, the rage that she had let someone else touch her, all of it urged me on to fuck her harder, faster. I was ruthless and demanding.

My little angel not only took it, she arched her back, angling her hips so I went deeper, and stretched her further. She was reveling in the depravity as much as I was.

“Say it again,” I demanded.

“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.”

“Again,” I demanded, slapping her ass.

She repeated the words over and over, practically screaming as I pumped into her.

She came apart on my cock, once, then twice. When she got to her third orgasm, I couldn’t hold back. It was like a brand was forced into my lower back as I filled her with my seed.

When it was finally over, I stepped back covered in sweat, her panties ruined as I placed them back over her cum-filled cunt. I helped her up and turned her around. Her pupils were still blown wide, but her lids were heavy. This was the look of a satisfied woman.

Her skin had a dewy glow, and I couldn’t help kissing her lips softly.

“Are you ready for your penance, angel?”

CHAPTER 15

THOMAS

Inow knew why nobody stayed in the fucking Hamptons once the summer was over. New York City was cold, but this shit was ridiculous.

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