Page 70 of Of Sinners & Salvation
“How did you get it?” I ask, making a face.
“I was there,” he says, shoving an armload of clothes into a duffle. “We all were. I picked it up off the floor. I thought it was pretty. I think I loved you even then.”
My heart swells with a warmth that overwhelms me. “You did?”
“Well, yeah,” he says. “But don’t tell Annabel Lee. She thinks that kind of stuff has power over a person. She’ll accuse me of bewitching you.”
“Well, you did,” I point out.
He grins. “Heath carries one of your pubes around in his wallet. He thinks we don’t know, but we all do. Good thing, too, since you shaved them all off. He’s got the last one remaining.”
My cheeks flame, and I’m not sure how to answer. “Where did he even get it?”
“You do not want to know.”
“I guess Saint has the hair tie.”
“What about Father Dante? He wears a necklace with your virgin blood in it from when he popped your cherry.”
My eyes widen in shock. I can’t imagine anything less priest-like. “He does?”
“Yep,” Angel says, peeling off his shirt and climbing onto the bed. “Now come here and let me taste that pussy that made a man give up god.”
“Better yet, spread your legs and let us see it,” says a voice behind me. I turn to see Father Salvatore watching from the doorway.
“Yes, Father,” I say, joining Angel on the bed. I kneel in front of him, spreading my knees wide, and lift my skirt.
“No panties,” Angel groans, reaching to spread my lips with his thumb and forefinger.
I lean back on my hands, and he licks his lips, then slowly lowers himself, his eyes holding mine as he strokes his tongue through my slit, flicking it over my clit.
“That’s good,” Father says, standing over us. “Now give her one finger at a time until she can take all four. Then I want to watch you stretch her cunt with your cock until can take me without pain.”
“I heard it was a packing party, not a pussy party,” Heath says, stepping through the door with Saint on his heel.
Angel doesn’t look up, just keeps sucking my clit while he pushes a second finger into me.
“Don’t be shy,” Saint says, coming over to watch. “She can take three.”
Angel moans and works the third one in. I whimper at the pinch of pain, but he slides them out and back in, fucking me hard with all three before adding the fourth. The wet sounds of him pumping in and out echo through the room.
“Who do you want to fuck you first, lamb?” Father Salvatore asks, staring at me with that carnal hunger that makes my thighs quake.
“Saint,” I say through panting breaths. “Always you, big brother.”
“Ladies and gentlemen, my little sister,” Saint says, his lip curling in disgust. But he unzips and climbs onto the bed, pushing Angel aside and ramming to the hilt inside me. My back arches and my toes curl, and I give a strangled cry as he draws back and slams into my depths again.
“Turn her over,” Father Salvatore says.
Saint rolls over, so I’m straddling him.
“Hell yeah,” Heath says, lifting my skirt. “Fuck, I love your ass. Especially when I’m buried balls deep inside it.”
Saint pulls me forward, and I reach back to spread my cheeks for Heath.
“No,” Father Salvatore says. “I want you in her cunt too.”
We all stare at him for a second.
