Page 56 of A Sinner's Truth

“I’m not even showing much skin, Santo. What do you want me to do? Wear a habit?” She laughs.

I try to picture it. “Fucking hell, I just got hard to the image of you as a nun. If I wasn’t going to hell, I sure as fuck am now. I’d still fuck you if you were a nun, by the way. So that’s not going to work.”

“If I were a nun, I wouldn’t be having sex with anyone,” she tells me.

“I’d find a way to tempt you to the dark side.” I smirk at her. I’ve made it a point to learn her body as much as possible. She makes it easy, though. Every time I touch her, she responds. My fingertips trail down her collarbone. “I’d bend you over the back of the pew, lift up the tunic, and fuck you from behind. With Jesus watching us from the crucifix.”

Aria’s breath hitches.

“Then I’d lay you down right in the middle of the altar, and I’d feast on you like you were my last supper. I’d go to town eating you out.” My fingers run up her neck. Her pulse quickens. I can feel the rapid beat beneath my fingers. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You’d love sinning with me.”

“If you’re going to hell, maybe I want to burn along with you,” she says.

“Nah, you’re far too innocent for hell, darling. You’re heading upstairs, not down,” I tell her.

Aria’s innocence is what attracted me to her in the first place. That and her fuckable body. It’s as if she came to life from one of my fantasies.

“Teach me,” Aria says.

“Teach you what?” I lean in and press my lips right over the pulse point in her neck.

“Mmm, how to be bad, how to not be so innocent,” she moans as I nibble over the spot I just kissed.

I pull my head up and look at her, my eyes boring into hers. “No.” My voice is stern.

“No? What do you mean no?”

“I don’t want you to change. I love your innocence. I love that you’re too good for me, and the last thing I ever want to do is to bring you down with me. I’m an arsehole, but I’m not going to taint your soul, Aria. You are perfect just the way you are,” I tell her.

Her teeth bite into her bottom lip for a split second; then her arms wrap around the back of my head and she pulls me against her. “I like being bad with you. It’s the most freeing I’ve ever felt,” she says before her mouth slams onto mine.

My hands land on her ass, grabbing on to the soft flesh there and picking her up. She wraps her legs around my waist, and Iwalk around the building and press her back up against the wall. “It’s daylight. Anyone could see us out here.”

“I don’t care,” she moans as she grinds her core against the hardness of my cock.

“Still don’t like sex?” I ask her while reaching between us to undo my belt and then my pants.

“I like sex with you,” she says. “You know how to actually do it well.”

I like sex with you.I have an irrational need to imprint myself on her, to make sure no other man will ever satisfy her the way I can. “You’re pretty fucking good at it too.” Moving her panties to the side, I line my cock up with her entrance and push against it. She’s soaked already.

“Oh god,” she groans as I start ruthlessly thrusting in and out of her. I want to make this quick. As much as I like the risk of being caught—or rather I like that she likes it—I’d have to kill anyone who actually saw us. Sawherlike this.

“I need you to come, darling. You don’t want someone popping around that corner and seeing us.”

“I don’t care. Let them watch. Oh… don’t stop.” Her legs tighten around me.

My palm closes over her throat. “This is for my eyes only. Your pleasure is mine and I’m not sharing it. Tell me it’s mine, Aria. Tell meyou’remine.”

“I’m yours. It’s yours!” she screams.

Her pussy clamps down around my cock as her orgasm blasts through her. I thrust into her three more times before I spill myself inside her. There’s something about filling her with my cum that I can’t seem to get enough of. It’s not that I want to impregnate her. We’re temporary. But I sure as shit want to mark her as mine.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Drew:

Is the ball and chain going to let you out for my birthday?

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