Page 13 of Forgive Me Father For I Have Sinned…7 Times

Miriam moaned and whimpered when I slipped out of her, and I lazily wiped us both clean with the corner of the sheet before crawling into bed behind her tired body.

“You did so well, baby. The others are going to love you,” I whispered into her hair, petting it as she fell asleep in my arms.

GREED

6

MIRIAM

The first thing I noticed when my eyes drifted open was that the ceiling wasn’t made of mirrors. When I sat up in bed and spotted only one large standing mirror across the room, I knew I wasn’t in Pride’s room anymore. There weren’t nearly enough mirrors for Pride and his over-inflated ego.

The walls were painted a pearly white, and a gold border ran throughout the room. The gold accent was reflected in the finishing on the large four-poster bed I had woken up in, the sofa set on the other side of the room in front of the white and gold marble fireplace, the floor-length mirror across from the bed, and the crystal chandelier that hung above my head.

Everything in this room screamed money.

It was nothing like Pride’s room which was far too vain to be about anything but the man himself.

First the confessional, then Pride’s House of Mirrors, and now this ultra-bougie, ultra-expensive golden palace.

What was next?

A castle?

What did this mean for me? Was this another room in Pride’s house, or were there two kidnappers?

And speaking of Pride, where was he?

Was I supposed to be happy that Pride wasn’t here? Or worried?

And how did I end up here in the first place?

So many unanswered questions swirled around in my mind that I couldn’t think clearly anymore. I groaned in frustration, but the sound was quickly followed by a gasp when I felt a pair of cold hands grasp my thighs and force my legs apart.

My eyes widened in shock, and I flung back the sheets. They grew even wider when my eyes landed on a full head of brown curls between my legs.

“I couldn’t wait for you to wake up, darling.” The grip on my thighs tightened as the man between my legs lifted his head. I was met with a pair of dark grey eyes, almost black, and a knowing smirk. “I hope you don’t mind, but I started the party early.”

This man was just as handsome as Pride but in a completely different way.

“Who are you?” I squeaked and moved to close my legs, but it proved impossible. The man’s smirk widened when he realised what I was doing, and he rested his chin on my stomach.

“Didn’t Pride explain everything to you?”

I shook my head. “No.”

At least I now had confirmation that there were two kidnappers instead of one. I didn’t know what good that did for me, but it felt nice to have an answer to one of my questions.

“That’s a shame.” His tone was melancholy, but he didn’t look disappointed in the slightest. “I’ll let the others explain everything to you. They’re better at it than me. And in the meantime, let’s get started with some fun.”

“Wait!” I screeched, but my lips parted in a throaty groan when I felt him kiss my lower stomach. Butterflies erupted inside me and goosebumps covered my skin when his tongue slipped into my navel. I squirmed at the strange sensation, but my pussy clenched, hungry and eager for something to fill it.

He shot me a bored look as his kisses slowly continued down, edging closer and closer to my pussy. I wondered if it was still wet from thefunI had with Pride earlier.

“Where’s Pride?” I asked the first question that popped to mind.

Something dark flashed in the man’s eyes. “You’re with me now, Miriam. Forget about Pride because I’m going to make you feel so much better than he did.”

I yelled for him to wait again, but this time, his mouth had moved down to my mound, and his hot breath fanned over my throbbing clit. I wanted to squeeze my legs and grind against something, desperate for some friction, but the man between them was so big that I could barely move. Especially not since he had my lower half pinned to the bed.

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