Page 13 of Unholy

“Isn’t it a sin for him to beat on you?” I can feel the anger, my demons simultaneously rattling their cages inside me from seeing the marks on her flesh.

“I am to obey, and I didn’t.”

“What the hell could you have done wrong, Little Nun?”

“He found out I was out the other night,” she replies softly.

“The night you watched me?” I ask her. Now she turns, her eyes shooting to mine.

“You can’t tell him.”

“Why would I? I think I liked having your eyes on me. Seeing my naked fucking flesh,” I tell her. Ash’s cheeks turn pink as she looks anywhere but at me. I step into her room and I can feel her tremble from here. I don’t even need to be touching her. I reach out and lift her chin so she has to look at me.

“Did you like it?”

“What?”

“What you saw. Did you like watching her riding me? Did you get wet?”

“I … I don’t …”

“Hmm. You know what it feels like, Little Nun? The way your heart kicks up a notch, your breathing speeds up. The wetness pooling between those pretty little thighs of yours.” Fuck I can nearly smell her arousal from here. The way her cheeks turn pink tells me I’m getting to her.

“You need to leave.”

“Do you touch yourself at night thinking about me?”

“I do no such thing!” She tries to pull her face from me, but I hold on tighter this time.

“If you want me to handle your dad, just say the words.”

“What do you mean?”

“He has no right to hurt you, Little Nun. I’m pretty sure the Bible says otherwise.” She snorts a laugh, and I release her face and step back.

“What do you know about the Bible?”

“I know enough.”

“Get out.”

“No. I like being in your unholy space.”

“My space isn’t unholy.”

“It is when you’re letting him hurt you. You know who should be hurting you? Me. That should be my marks on your flesh.”

“What are you talking about?” Now, I step back into her space, crowding her as she backs against the wall.

“I like to mark what’s mine, Ash. And I’ve got this crazy as hell idea in my head you are mine.”

“You’re right. It’s crazy. I’m not yours.”

“But you are. Up here,” I say, tapping my fingers against my temple. “You’re up here, and there’s no fucking getting you out. Do you realize how frustrating that is for me?”

“What are you talking about, Tristan?”

“I’m not all here,” I tell her, tapping my temple again. “In fact, I’m not right in my head, and the fact I have this new fucking obsession with you is a problem, Ash.”

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