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I don’t hurt women. I won’t hurt Sydney—at least as long as she’s unaware who her father really is. But I can’t deny how much I like that she’s afraid. Nervous anticipation fills the air like steam in a sauna.

“What do I want? Now, isn’t that an interesting question,” I say, shoving the door closed before walking toward her.

“Who are you?” she asks as her back hits the door frame of the room behind her, startling her. Wide-eyed, she gasps, gripping the frame as I close the distance between us. “I thought you were a man of God, but no such man would treat a woman like this,” she whispers as I reach her, bringing our faces within an inch of each other.

All pretence of who I really am has vanished, and in his place stands a man of darkness.

An avenging angel.

I bite my tongue on revealing how fucking wrong she is about that. And it’s so hard with her ragged breaths whispering over my lips and her wide, terrified eyes staring at me.

“That’s what you believe?” I ask with a growl.

“It’s what I know,” she responds. “It’s what God decreed,” she states firmly, positive in her words. Certain that she is correct.

I wish I wasn’t here in her life to shatter that pretty illusion. “And what does God tell you about those who harm others, huh?”

She frowns, confused as to why I’d be asking her this when as a reverend I would know. “Maybe you should go home and study your bible a little better.” This time she fires the words at me with a fierce conviction.

“Maybe I should. And will you be on your knees praying for forgiveness after I leave?”

Her eyes spark with knowing, and she sucks in a small breath before she hides it with a mask of denial. “I have nothing to ask forgiveness for,” she says affronted.

“No,” I tease, leaning in to whisper in her ear. “Are you sure? Because I hear you kissed a man in an alley like a dirty little whore, and you liked it, didn’t you?”

She shakes her head causing her cheek to brush against mine. “N-no. I…”

“Lying too. Naughty, naughty, Sydney.” She shakes her head again. Unable to deny myself, I press a chaste kiss below her ear, thoroughly enjoying toying with her. She stills instantly, trapping her breath in her lungs, and because I’m a bastard, I take advantage of her surprise and press my body against hers as I continue to pepper kisses along her neck. I can barely contain myself when I reach the pulse point in her neck, feeling the rapid thrumming beneath her delicate skin.

In barely a second, her breath rushes from her in a ragged exhale, ending on a whimper as her body relaxes.

I grip her hips, adjusting her slightly, and pressing into her, grinding against her core.

“Ahh…oh my g—” Her words are cut short as her phone rings from somewhere in the house. It snaps her from her lusty haze, and she shoves me away. Wrapping her arms around herself, her phone continues to ring, but she makes no move to answer it. Instead, she stands straight and glares at me.

“Get out. Get out of my house.”

I turn to face her fully, unabashedly adjusting my hard cock. “Is that what you want?” I ask.

“Yes! Leave. Stay away from me.”

“I’ll go,” I say casually and turn to leave as her phone starts up another round of incessant ringing. Pausing, I look back. “See you in church, Sydney. You should get that. It might be your father.”

I leave her hugging herself, confused and turned on.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

SYDNEY

My fingers dig into my sides as I hug my body tight while watching Roman walk out the front door. The door shuts with a loud click, but I remain frozen. Stuck in a continuous time loop with my mind screaming at me to move but my body unable to process the messages as Roman’s words echo around me.

He called me a whore.

Am I?

Accused me of liking Blake kissing me in that alley.

You did.

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