Page 58 of Of Sinners & Salvation
“I’ll make it fit,” he says, and I feel his fingers sink in fully. His knuckles stop him from going further, and I writhe under him, my hips pumping up and down instinctively, seeking the bliss my body knows he can give me.
“Yes, Father,” I gasp out. “Stretch me for your cock.”
“I am your god now,” he says. “I absolve you. You can have anything you desire, lamb, and it’s not wrong. Confess your desires. If nothing was a sin, what would you want?”
“I’d want you inside me,” I gasp out, my willpower breaking and a flood of depravity tearing from my lips. “I’d want you to fuck me, to destroy the last shred of innocence and rip me open, while my brother took my ass so roughly I begged for mercy. But I wouldn’t want mercy. I’d want him to hurt me, to make me cry and bleed while he took only his pleasure and came inside me there, at the same time you forced me to cum for you like you did in the tunnels. And then when I was sobbing with shame for loving it so much, I’d want you to cum inside me, deep and raw, with nothing between us, so I can feel the grimy liquid running down my bruised thighs when I limp home later.”
I don’t know where the words come from, when the fantasy appeared, when I became so bold and shameless as to utter the words aloud. I only know that once I say them, I don’t want to take them back. I want them to come true.
I’m sobbing and shaking for relief, almost there, when the door opens. The curtain sways, and the rain beating down outside suddenly sounds louder. Heath stares at us a second, and then a smile curls his lips as he steps inside, Angel on his heal.
“About fucking time,” Angel says, pulling the door closed.
“Which one of you did that?” Heath asks, nodding to the body on the floor and the blood dripping off the edge of the desk.
“I did,” Father Salvatore snaps. “And I’d do it again. Now come and fuck this lamb and get her ready for me.”
“What?” I gasp out, my gaze flying to the priest.
“Am I still your god?” he asks.
“Yes.”
“Then obey me, my lamb,” he says. “I will only order you to do what you want to do. And right now, you want all four of us to become one with you.”
“Yes, Father.”
He steps away, baring my drenched flesh to the other two men. “Show them how good you can take them,” he orders. “One after the other.”
“I’ll get Saint,” Angel says, pulling out his phone.
Heath swallows, stepping forward. “We set them all free,” he says. “I called the mainland and found boats to take them all back. Saint’s calling the media and the police.”
“Why would you do that?” I ask.
“Because it’s what she would have wanted.”
“Heath,” I say, my throat tightening. I open my legs, and he comes to me. He kisses me gently, his piercing hard against the soft flesh of my lower lip. I undo his zipper and slip my hand inside, wrapping my fingers around his cock. I stroke the piercing in the tip until he’s hard, then push down his jeans and pull him in. He fucks me hard and fast, like he always does. My ass slides in the blood on the desk, but I cling to his neck, holding on for dear life as he stands between my thighs, pistoning in and out.
Saint steps into the shadowy office a minute later. Our eyes meet over Heath’s shoulder, and I remember how cruel he was before, saying how seeing his friends fuck me drove him crazy with jealousy. Now he hurries over, like he can’t wait to see it. Heath drives into me harder, the candelabra rocking so hard it nearly tips over.
“Want her ass?” Heath pants out, gripping my thigh hard enough to bruise, his thrusts erratic.
“The slut would probably like that,” Saint agrees, pulling out his cock and stroking along its length in slow, lazy tugs.
“No,” Father Salvatore says. “Stretch her cunt until she can take me.”
Heath drops his head back and roars as his back arches and orgasm shudders through him, his cock expanding as he spurts cum into my depths. He’s barely finished before Saint drags him backwards, spins me around, slams me facedown on the desk, and rams his cock to the hilt inside me. I recoil in horror as my hands skid in the doctor’s blood. But then I think of what Father Salvatore did to him, of seeing him go savage for me, and my walls drench Saint in one pulse of arousal.
He kicks my feet apart and drives into me so hard I crash into the desk, crying out in pain as the unforgiving wooden edge bites into my hipbones.
“You like it rough, don’t you, little sister?” Saint demands, fisting my hair and pulling my head back as he drives into me again. “You want us to run a train on you until you’re streaming with cum.”
“Yes,” I cry, arching my back and raising my ass shamelessly. “Please, Saint. Cum inside me.”
“Call me big brother.”
“Big brother,” I choke out.
