Page 76 of Sinning for Santa

Pushing open the door, I glance over my shoulder to find Finn still watching, as if he’s making sure I enter and don’t try to run.

Where would I run to? Devon always catches me.

Sighing, I turn my back on him and slip inside, noting the row of candles lining each side of the narrow aisle leading all the way up to the confessional where a tall, dark, and unfortunately for my libido, handsome man stands waiting patiently with his hands clasped in front of him.

An eerie chill runs up my spine, like my body instantly recognises the danger I’m in.

That’s the devil over there, and he shifts, beckoning me with two fingers.

As if my feet have a mind of their own, I start walking towards him, through the centre of the burning wicks that line my path to hell.

If this is hell, then I’m meant to be here because never have I felt more comfortable in a church than in this moment.

You’re sick, Jaxcen. Only God can help you.

My inner voice is yelling at me, but it’s nowhere near as loud as the whisper of temptation pulling me closer and closer to the man that has the power to end me with a pull of a trigger.

Devon doesn’t speak as I stand before him, but his eyes do. They travel to my lips, before running down the column of my neck and over my clavicle. As if my breasts know, they pebble and I suck in a breath which pushes them towards him.

“Do you know why you’re here?”

His voice is so deep and gravelly as he speaks, his eyes trained on the swell of my breasts before finally coming back to lock with mine.

“No,” I whisper, too scared to try and speak at my normal volume because then he’ll hear it in my tone.

My want.

My need.

My desire.

“The last time you were in a church, you went to confess your sins to God. Tonight, you are in my house. The devil’s house. And here, we don’t confess our sins.” He reaches out, hooking a finger under my jaw and lifting it as he leans in closer. “Here, we celebrate our sins.”

My lips part in a silent gasp as he presses his to mine. It’s a soft, gentle kiss which is such a contradiction to the monster standing before me, but I don’t have time to thinktoo much about it before he’s pulling back and gesturing to the confessional behind him.

“Step inside, little mouse, and divulge all of your sins.”

My heart flips in my chest, and for a moment, I even think it stops.

What is this?

Am I… excited?

I’ve never been excited to step inside a confessional before. Only anxious to get it over with, but now, my heart races, and anticipation digs its claws in, urging me forward.

Don’t do it, Jaxcen. This is not the path to the Lord’s forgiveness.

I still at the whisper inside my head, begging it to be louder than the scream of my temptation to take the plunge and risk it all for the rush of the unknown.

“You can do it, little mouse.” His hot breath fans across my cheek as the graze of his finger hooks my hair behind my ear. “Step inside. Divulge your deepest darkest desires and relish in the punishment the devil affords you.”

His words, so dark. So sinister, are the final shove I need to slip in past the velvet curtain and drop to my knees on the tuffet as heat flicks over my skin like tiny little sparks.

My chest rises and falls with the race of my heart, my breaths too loud, yet I can’t control them. I can’t stop them, and they only get more audible when the cover on the screen before me slides open to reveal the shadow of a man sitting on the other side, his crotch level with my eyes, his hands clasped in front, hiding the place I most desire seeing. Touching. Tasting.

A whimper escapes me at the thought, heat pooling between my legs as this utterly sinful situation makes me feel alive.

So alive.

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