Page 60 of That Sik Luv

“What thoughts have plagued your mind regarding him?” he asks.

I pull her back to my lap and roll the skirt up her lower back. Ripping the underwear to the side, I grip the base of my cock and force her to sit back on the head of it. I don’t make it easy on her. I thrust myself up into her, sliding into her tight hole while pulling her hips down onto my lap, using only the wetness she’s providing as I push her down, stretching her wet cunt around my dick.

I want her to hurt for what she admitted.

She cries out, the pain and pleasure rippling through her tight little body. The thought of her eyes watering and her pretty girl makeup smearing down her cheeks at the pain has my balls tightening and my cock twitching within her walls in delight.

“Confess to your God, Briony. What have you done?”

I bite down on her shoulder, pressing my teeth roughly into her flesh, holding her still on my lap, not allowing her the satisfaction of getting off or deriving any pleasure from this, but solely forcing her to remain open for me.My cunt.

“I... uh.” She moans softly. “I’ve felt him, over his pants. His...his penis. I’ve thought of his hands scouring my body. Touching my breasts. Toying with my nipples. It made me...” she stalls, clearly having a hard time continuing while being stuffed so full of cock.

I fucking love it. Confessing sins while committing them.

“Made you what?” he asks.

“Made me wet,” she answers, her words rushed.

I hear what sounds like a belt dropping to the floor in the booth beside us.

“Continue,” the deacon demands, his voice heard through the darkened window.

Briony uses her legs to lift her hips off me, but I claw my fingers into the flesh of them, pinning her back tightly to me. Her pussy clamps down around my cock again, and I bite back a groan.

“I’ve used household items...phallic in shape...” she whispers.

He quickly masks a light grunt with a clearing of his throat.Sick bastard.

“I’ve imagined it was him…penetrating me.”

Anger overtakes me at the idea of her deriving pleasure from thoughts of him. My hand finds the hair just above her nape, fisting and pulling it back until she’s facing the ceiling of the tiny chamber. She tries to stand again, but I pull the hair back tighter, using my other hand to press down on her bladder, leaving her defenseless against the sensation.

Another whiny moan leaves her, but lucky for us, it sounds like she’s crying over the release of her confessions, the purging of her sins.

“Whores like you can’t get through the day without needing to shove something into your disgustingly greedy cunt.”

The second the words fall from his mouth, I straighten beneath her, knowing what’s about to happen.

This is what I’ve planned for, and now my little doll will realize, everything I do for her has its purpose. She does not know the depth of my obsession, how deep my loyalty to her lies. We are one and the same.

The scarlet curtain pulls back, the windowed grille between us breaking into pieces, and the next thing I see is the silencer entering the chamber.

Chapter thirty-one

Cementing Proof

Ipullherbodyback into mine; her back thudding against my chest as he rings out a shot to the wall of the confessional.

Just as I’m making my move to take the gun, a knife appears. Briony quickly swings her arm, slashing the wrist of the deacon through the grated window.

She brought my knife.

He screams in agony from the other side of the confessional as his grasp on the gun slips. I catch it midair as my other arm wraps around her waist. I stand, still holding her to my front as my dick stands tall, firmly planted inside her.

I turn the gun on him through the broken grate separating the chamber and pull the trigger, shooting him point blank, watching his head snap back as I bury the bullet. A mess of brain, blood, and flesh blows out the back of his skull, splattering along the wooden walls as he falls back, his limp body sagging awkwardly against the bench beneath him.

Briony screams in horror.

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