Page 22 of Ambition

And Von, who is as close as blood but…better.

I don’t answer him with words.

I circle as much of his wrist as I can and I guide him down, further into my shorts.

“Let go,” he says against the shell of my ear and I release him. “Widen your thighs.”

And I…do.

I let my knees slide off his legs and I lean back into him, comfortable but tense, too. Nervous and ready. Safe but full of a gnawing sort of lust.

His middle finger glides over my swollen clit and my eyes flash, unintentionally coming to the television screen.

The nun.

The priest.

He’s older, she’s maybe my age, on her knees in the dirt in the forest and he’s sitting back on his calves, her habit shoved up as he examines her, nodding his head once to indicate she should spread herself open for him with one hand.

The movie doesn’t show that part,her,but the imagery, the scene…fuck.It feels as forbidden as this, when Von curls his finger into me and I tilt my pelvis up, helping him hit deeper. A whimper leaves my lips and his other hand snakes around my body, coming to cover my mouth.

My eyes flutter closed as if beyond my control as I reach around and grip his hips, holding myself steady with the strength of his body.

“You want more?” he asks against my ear, hand still clamped firmly over my mouth.

I nod my head, a whimper coming from my lips against his skin.

He pushes another finger in and I grind against him, helping him finger fuck me. He’s so far inside, he uses the base of his hand to grind over my clit, circling me.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

I moan the whisper of his name, melting into him as I fuck him back. He tightens his fingertips along my cheekbone, his voice hoarse in my ear. “Shh,” he says. “You don’t want them to hear you coming all over my fingers, Isa.”

I don’t think aboutthem.I don’tcare.

I flick my tongue out, licking Von’s palm, and I hear him groan against me as I shift back, grinding my ass on his erection, thick and hard beneath me. Everything about this moment isdivine.He’s so far up inside of me, his palm circling me, sloppy noises from my cunt driving me closer to the edge as I tilt my head back, resting it against him, and he bites my jaw, teeth deep.

Yes, Von.

He can take care of me. He canhandleme. And he knows every bad thing I’ve ever done, and he loves me in spite of it.

I open my mouth to call out his name but at the same time he slips his hand to my jaw and turns my head toward him. Hespitsin my mouth, and I whimper as he kisses me and I’m tilting my pelvis to fuck his hand and I’m…

“Fuck, Von, I’m coming.”

“Oh, such a good girl for me,” he says in my mouth, his forehead pressed to mine, his hand gently cradling my throat, so different from Theo’s touch last night. Everything about this moment is. There’s safety in this release, with Von, even with an audience.

I clench and release and he pushes his fingers deeper in, slipping up to his knuckles and I’m pulsing around him and wetness rushes out between my thighs and my chest is heaving and everything is so hot and drenched and I canfeelhow warm his body is underneath me, how muchhewantsme.

“You feel good, Isa?” he asks me against my cheek as I slowly float down, my hips still tilted up, keeping him deep inside me.

“Yeah,” I say, eyes kept closed. “Yeah. I do.”

“Gorgeous girl,” he whispers, voice soft and words sweet in a way he reserves only for moments like these. Stolen, ripped apart from Writhe, snatched from our real lives.

But as my breathing evens out and my pulse slows a fraction, I open my eyes.

They find Von’s, automatic, gray edged out by his large pupils.

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