Page 18 of Forgive Me For I Have Sinned

I grip Sasha by the throat, guiding her so she can get on her knees. I pump my cock and push the head inside her mouth to the back of her throat, and she takes it.

She takes it all. I fuck her hard, constricting the air from her lungs. Tears are pooling in her eyes. Spit is running down her chin, foaming on the bottom, trying not to choke on my size. I fuck her mouth hard and fast, not caring. Not giving a fuck. I close my eyes and see clear blue, which pushes me over the edge. My fingers fist Sasha's hair, causing her to cry out. The music and water drown out her screams, and then she sputters when I come down her throat.

When I pull out, I hear a string of curses. "You motherfucker! I couldn't breathe."

I walk out after I wash her spit and cum off my cock. "You should've held your breath longer." I grab the towel off the hook and turn my head. "You can see yourself out."

"I don't know why I agree to this shit."

Because I'm a Riodrick-Riordan. I'm a billionaire who can give you what no man can. Money, protection, and a life you could only dream of, and the best part of all, I'm forbidden fruit. The kind you want the most because I'm unattainable. A challenge.

I scratch my left brow as I watch her small, curveless body and small tits bounce with too-large nipples as she scrambles to dry herself and get her clothes on. She knows what I want, and the last thing I need is her running her mouth. I'm not a nice man. I never said I was. I'm not romantic or want more than what I ask. She came here. I didn't force her, but that is the problem with some people who don't know how to take no for an answer when they want more. They expect more because they feel that they can meet your needs.

"Then don't."

She slides her shirt over her almost flat chest. "Don't what?"

"Don't agree to do it. I asked specifically for one thing, you came, and now it's over."

She looks defeated, but that doesn't stop her from sinking her self-esteem even lower. "I'm sorry I overreacted. I'm leaving. I just––"

I stare at the wall, not caring what she is trying to say. I try to keep things convenient with the whole boss and secretary thing because I don't feel like dating women who think I can give them more when I don't. It's not her; I feel like this about every woman. I just like my dick licked. I'm a man. Sue me.

"I will always want more from you, Alaric," she continues. I roll my eyes when I give her my back and wait…until I hear the door shut and watch the screen by my bed as she walks out the front door into her car from the surveillance camera.

Relief.

It's what I feel after she leaves. It's how I feel after every woman leaves when I'm done.

Except for one woman.

And all I can think about is destroying her.

CHAPTER 8

Veronica

"You should know by now that I detest having to wait, Veronica."

My ears become assaulted by the clinking sounds of the buckle, which sound like nails being dragged over a chalkboard. "Get in the bath, Princess."

I take another step forward while observing the heated steam from the ancient tub. I can't help but pray that something will drag me under and drown me once I step inside.

As I undress, taking care not to get any water on the extensions of my platinum hair, my heart beats so hard in my chest, and my voice is screaming inside my head to turn around and run. But I can't. They would just kill me and make it look self-inflicted. Sometimes I wish I had the balls to do it myself.

Sometimes.

The steaming hot water causes me to wince from the discomfort it causes on my skin. I close my eyes as I take the bar of soap in both hands and work it into a lather. The smell of some weird leaves I hate slides over my skin like a ritual.

"You are such a good girl. I love to watch you purge yourself of the wrongs you've done, the sins you've committed, Veronica. You're a sinner because you were consummated by sin––born out of it. In the eyes of God, you are an abomination that is on par with having a kid with a bastard, and I will be your savior, but you must pray for forgiveness."

I look to the corner of the room and see a red dot of light flashing like a tiny beacon. Something was in front of it, but it was unmistakable, and I didn't imagine it. It looks like a recording device.

"What is that?" I ask, pointing to the corner where the light was flashing, making sure to never maintain eye contact. I hate to see the glint of mockery and spite every time I ask about something.

I hear the groaning of the chair but keep washing my skin over and over, acclimating to the heat of the water.

"It's nothing. There's nothing. Now show us how you let him put it in you. What did you say? Everyone knows you're very clever. Like a demon sucking cock to the root. So persuasive in doing what is needed and then expiated…sin is committed because it lives inside all of us. But we have to learn to live sinlessly in a world plagued by demons." I look up and see eyes that glitter hypnotically and a dry smile aimed at my body. "You sin with pleasure, Veronica, and here is where you will repent with pain." The leather belt slaps against my thighs as the sound of my voice gasping from the bite of the sting on my wet thighs fills the room. Rough fingers pull them apart, leaving white marks that then turn red with angry welts on my skin. "He wasn't yours to take!"

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