Page 43 of On Your Knees

He places his hands on my ass, moving my body against him, causing my panties to dampen. “You like turning on a priest, huh?”

I bite my lower lip. “Yes,Father.”

“Youdirtygirl. Sofuckingfilthy.” He smacks my ass, and the sound reverberates throughout the room. One of his hands slides up my back and wraps around the base of my neck. “Show me how filthy you can get.”

His dirty talk is turning me on even more. I keep grinding, not bothering to look around the room. None of that matters now. Only Benedict and I matter.

“Show me how dirty you can play. You like riding the lap of a priest, huh? Tell me how wet you are, Lina.” His voice drips with lust. With desire. It makes me heady.

My lids are half-closed, and I’m so turned on, my nipples pebble through my tight dress. “I can get so dirty,Father. And I’m so wet.” I grip his shoulders with both hands, riding his lap.

“Tell me how soaked you are,” he whispers close to my ear, and I can feel his hot breath against my skin.

“Wet enough for you to taste,” I tell him, feeling more brave than I ever have. I’ve never said words like these to anyone in my life, but something about the way he’s talking to me makes me come alive.

Makes me brave.

Makes me want to sin.

“I’d love to taste you, Lina. Is that what you want? You want my tongue between your legs?” He plunges his hand between my lap, moving it under my skirt.

I grind faster. “Oh yes, please,” I moan out, closing my eyes.

His fingers push past my panties, and next thing I know Benedict’s fingers are grazing over my heated skin, through my slickness, and he pushes one finger deep inside me. “You are wet. Is this all because of me?” He leans back a bit so he can look me in the eyes.

I nod, licking my lips. “Yes,Father.”

“You fucking littleslut,” he says, crashing his lips to mine. His tongue opens my mouth, and then we’re kissing.

And it’ssogood.

My body’s alive. Every cell vibrates with passion as he explores my mouth with his tongue. It’s needy. It’s so forbidden, but I don’t care.

I want this.

And if I’m going to hell, so be it, because I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more than this.

We continue the kiss, Benedict’s body hardening beneath me. I keep rocking myself along him as he pushes another finger inside me. I’m so close to coming undone.

“Benedict,” I moan into his mouth once he’s broken the kiss.

His eyes sear into mine as he leans back, letting his fingers get deeper inside me. The heel of his hand runs over my clit, and I unravel.

“I’m coming,” I shout out into the room, forgetting about all the other men watching us. I don’t even care.

If their eyes are on me, they’ll see how run away I am with lust for the priest. They’ll see that he’s able to do things to my body nobody else ever has.

They’ll see the truth, that I want him.

Cheers erupt throughout the room, and a few men even clap their hands together.

“Get it, Father,” one man says.

“Look at him getting her off,” another says.

Even Lazarus is watching, and I hope this is exactly what Benedict wanted. For these men to trust us both. Maybe now Benedict won’t have to watch from a hidden room, spying, waiting for these men to give him the info he so desperately wants.

I’m just a tool in that quest. A reason for him to gain their trust.

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