Page 42 of Sinning for Santa

Devon studies the screen as they talk, before he turns to look at the building, and the others do too.

Huh. I guess he does have cameras around the place. I’m guessing he knows I didn’t leave the Palace.

I should go back down to his suite, right? I should go and beg for forgiveness and hope he won’t shoot me in the head.

The thing is, I don’t think he’s going to, and I can’t for the life of me figure out why I think that.

Maybe it’s nothing more than wishful thinking.

I snicker at that thought.

I’m pretty sure they can’t see me sitting up in the attic window, so I stay put and wonder how long it will take him to find me, and what he’ll do when he does.

You’re playing with fire, Jaxcen.

And maybe I am. I think he must have short circuited my brain with that orgasm last night because I’m obviously not thinking clearly. It certainly has done something to me, part of me is wracked with guilt for letting a man that isn’t my fiancé touch me, but the other part of me wants to know what it would be like to feel more than his hand.

Like his lips. His dick.

But as for the cowardly, the faithless, the detestable, as murderers. The sexually immoral, sorcerers, idolaters, and all liars, their portion will be in the lake that burns with fire and sulfur, which is second to death.

Revelation 21:8 comes at me, engulfing me with guilt, shame and fear, and tears prick at the backs of my eyes as I struggle with what I allowed Devon to do last night.

But it felt so good.

Devon and some of the men storm towards the stairs that lead up to the Palace, and my heart races with anticipation at Devon finding me.

What is wrong with you, Jaxcen? He will kill you.

No, he won’t.

Or maybe he will, and that’s really what I want.

Ugh, now even my inner voice is confused and dark and sending me spiralling with thoughts I’ve fought hard to overcome.

Remaining seated on the window box, I watch the street below and the curious eyes of the locals as they watch Devon’s men dash off quickly.

Something I’m only just noticing is that aside from the older residence, most of the other locals seem to be female, or children.

How odd.

Wait… Have I been brought to a cult compound? Or is this like a polygamist colony, and all of these women belong to one man?

My brows shoot up at that thought, and for a moment I wonder if Devon might be their husband.

Heavy feet poundthe floors below and my name being called by a few different voices makes me stiffen.

Shit. I’m causing so much drama, aren’t I?

My gaze darts to the chapel at the end of the street, or what I can see of it anyway.

That has to be the church Devon was speaking about. My need to run there and seek forgiveness is niggling at me so severely, that tears prick the backs of my eyes.

Perhaps absolution is all I need. Perhaps if I can confess and repent then everything will be okay.

“Jaxcen!”

The deep angered yell of Devon’s voice makes me flinch, and when I hear heavy boots pound the staircase up to the attic, I brace myself, bow my head and do the only thing I can right now to remain calm.

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