“Yeah, that’s what happened. You’re right, I was out to hurt you from the start,” I grit out through clenched teeth. I don’t stick around for their response. I head inside and snag my car keys off the desk, then get the fuck out of there and head to the only place I know I can hide without anyone being able to find me.
By the time I reach my destination it’s late but I know she will still be up, she never sleeps. I knock on the door and wait. When the door opens I come face to face with one of Jenna’s boyfriends, Dimitri. His eyes widen at the sight of me and I realize why too late.
“Who died?” he blurts.
I shake my head. “Can I come in or not?” Dimitri shoots me a wink and steps aside to allow me inside. I follow the sound of voices and find Jenna, Vegah and Vlad in the media room. Jenna’s brows raise at the sight of me, but whatever she sees on my face has her pushing Vlad’s head off her lap, then she is rushing toward me and wrapping me in a hug. Unable to keep the tears at bay I break down into a sobbing heap.
When I finally get myself under control, Jenna leads me out back but snags two bottles of wine from the chiller on our way past. We forgo glasses and drink straight from the bottle. I moan at the taste. It’s been years since I have had a drop of alcohol and fuck it tastes good.
“Want to tell me why you are here?” I shoot her an apologetic look. “Not that I mind seeing you or anything, but why are you here, Naya?” Without warning the story pours out of me. I tell her about the guys coming to the church and how I have been spending my nights getting fucked by random strangers. “And, you want to stop fucking the strangers?”
I groan. “Yes.”
“Really?” she asks in a mocking tone.
“No.”
She laughs. “Girl, I say fuck it to what society thinks and go out there and get nailed by those masked fuckers. Take it from someone who lived through what you are. Sometimes knowing who is beneath the masks is worth it. If I didn’t find out who my masked men were, I wouldn’t be sitting here right now. Fuck the past. Go out there and ride those fuckers and when you tire of them, then deal with your stepfather and the other two.”
I mull over her words and try to reason with myself that she is wrong and I should be trying to fix things with Korbin and the others, but this is the second night I have gone without a good dicking and my pussy is beginning to riot.
“I’m a nun,” I say, more for myself than her.
“I was a defense attorney and now I am in a relationship with the Don of the Cosa Nostra. Life has a funny way of giving what you need and not what you want.” I slouch into my chair and take a long pull of my wine. “Want my advice?”
I loll my head to the side and look at her. “Why not.”
“Live how you want to live, Zenaya. If you want to meet three masked men in the woods every night and get your brains fuckedout, then do it. If you want to keep being a nun and beg for forgiveness, then do that… but make the choice that you want, not the one you think people want you to make.”
I spent the night at Jenna’s and hung out with her for the day, but when the sun started to set I knew what I wanted and chose to return to the church. When I arrive I don’t bother going inside to find Brax and the others, I head straight for the woods in the hopes my masked men are waiting. I tighten the trench coat and smile to myself. Jenna took me shopping today and I may have bought some things to drive these guys crazy enough that they fuck me so hard I forget all about the three men sleeping down the hall from me.
I follow the lanterns that light my path to the clearing and hope like hell they are waiting there for me.
When I finally break into the clearing I pause at the sight in front of me, my jaw unhinges and I am robbed of words at the sight of a four poster fucking bed sitting in the center.
How the fuck did they get that out here?
“Punishment.” I gasp and dart my head to the right to see one of my masked men stalking into the clearing in black slacks that ride low on his hips. The sight of him shirtless with his abs on display has me clenching my thighs.
“You will surrender to us.” I snap my head to the left to see another one stalking toward me and shiver. He’s shirtless and wearing a pair of black jeans, my mouth waters wanting to lick his fucking washboard abs.
“Tonight, you won’t be praying to your God for forgiveness,” the final one says from behind me, forcing me to spin around and face him. “You will be praying to us to forgive you for making us wait for what belongs to us.”
I frown. “Belongs to you?” I question.
“That pussy, ass, tits and everything else belongs to us. All you own is the hair on your fucking head.” I gasp as need rolls through me. When he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a black strip of silk, my eyes widen. “Tonight, we are going to use our mouths and whatever else we fucking want to get you off while you are cuffed and blindfolded.”
I shriek in fright when I feel one of them press against my back and wrap an arm around my waist. “And utterly at our mercy,” he purrs in that robotic voice that sends a shiver down my spine and makes me soak through my new lingerie.
Close your eyes, Father. You won’t want to see me on my knees begging them for more while I scream your name.
CHAPTER TWELVE
KORBIN
I begin to undo the knot on her coat and when it opens, Vin tips his head back and groans. I lean forward and look over her shoulder and bite down on the inside of my cheek to refrain from cursing at the sight. Dad moves to stand beside Vin and his eyes widen in surprise. She’s wearing a red bralette, a lacy garter belt and a red lace thong that is just big enough to cover her pussy. Her hair is in a high ponytail and begging for me to wrap it around my fist as I drive into her from behind.
I peel the coat off her and this time the view of her plump ass from behind makes it too hard to hold back my groan of approval. This sinful little nun has turned into a temptress and we weren’t fucking ready for that. Dad and I still aren't talking or even seeing eye to eye, but the one thing we can agree on is how much we love fucking her. Anger has been my friend the past twenty-four hours and tonight I am ready to let out all my pent up rage on her.
