Page 91 of Their Will be Done

“Gross,” Jasper says.

“Why gross?”

“Because I’m going to see Father Gabriel, you sicko.”

“How was I supposed to know?” I call after him as he exits our room.

I shrug my shoulders into the mattress, wincing when one of the many lumps dig into my back. Why is he going to see Gabriel? Maybe he’s going to confess about liking Perry. About the things they did.

Great. Now I’m relivingthatsaucy interlude in my head.

Is this what being horny feels like?

Maybe it’s hormones or something. My cycle’s due to start any day now…I always get a little cranky before. Except this time I’m craving Reuben’s pecs, Cass’s mouth, and Zachary’s fingers, not pepperoni pizza.

Oh, Lord. I’mstillhot and bothered. I throw my arm over my eyes, letting out a huff of annoyance.

For fuck’s sake.

The worst part is, I know exactly what will help. But ever since Mom made me confess, it’s been impossible for me to get myself off. Soon I was pushing away the urge the moment it arrived.

Not what I’d consider healthy, but there you go.

I’m rubbing my hip bone again.

Damn it.

I jump up and go close the door, peeking out into the hallway first to make sure there’s no one around.

What I wouldn’t do for a lock on this door.

I plop back on the bed and skim my fingers over my dress until I’m hovering an inch or so above my clit.

Then I wait for the shame to drive me back like it always does.

Except…it doesn’t.

My fingers creep closer. My core constricts in anticipation the closer I get to my clit, as if more and more nerve endings spark into action.

I make a soft noise in the back of my throat when I finally touch myself through the thick fabric. It’s so subtle, I can barely feel the pressure, but fuck it if anticipation isn’t eighty-percent of the thrill.

Quickly I lift my knees, letting my dress slip down my thighs and pool at my waist.

I grab the hem of my skirt and tug it up my stomach—

“Am I interrupting?”

Are you fucking kidding me?

I sit up in a rush, cheeks glowing as I shove my skirt into my lap to cover my underwear.

Is it just me, or does Apollo’s grin stretch even wider when I glare at him? “What the hell are you doing here?”

He stands to the side, one arm holding open the door, the other beckoning me with a flick of his fingers. “Come with me. I want to show you something.”

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“Wait. Wait!”I push the words between heaving pants. “You’re going too fast.”

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