Page 122 of For I Have Sinned

Alex keeps the movement of his hand slow, as if he were teasing me with the hope of a release. I feel the moment his mouth leaves my neck, and with that disappearance, my skin feels cold.

“Open your eyes, little sin,” he begs.

I do as I’m told and go to meet his gaze, but he is looking down at where his fingers disappear inside of me.

“I wish you could see how well your pussy takes my fingers.” I bite my lips to suppress the sound that wants to leave me due to his filthy words. “One of these days, I’m going to do this to you in front of a mirror. Then you can watch everything.”

The fantasy of him doing this with me in front of a mirror infiltrates my mind. Him sitting behind me, with my legs spread, makes my body grow hotter. Then the image of him fucking me in front of a mirror takes over, and I feel myself clench around his fingers.

“What were you thinking about to make your cunt squeeze my fingers like that?” he asks, lifting his eyes to mine as he awaits my answer.

“You—” I respond breathlessly. “Fucking me in front of a mirror.”

“I’ll be doing that too.” Alex smirks, lifting his free hand to trail a finger along my cheek. “Let you see how pretty you look when your cheeks flush while I bury my cock deep inside of what is mine.”

I detonate at his words, coming all over his fingers as he slaps his hand over my mouth to muffle how I cry out his name.

“Fuck, Celine,” he whispers as his movements slow, until he completely stops his fingers and then carefully removes them.

I’m breathing heavily through my nose while I stare into his eyes. There is no mistaking that his are full of wonder and love. The latter makes my chest swell, and my eyes brim with fresh tears.

Alex takes his hand off my face and brushes a tear away. “Why are you crying?”

I lean into his touch, looking at him with an equal amount of admiration he gave me. “Because although I’m stuck in a place I hate, I’ve never been happier.”

His lip curls upward at my words, but quickly pulls away when he hears the familiar shuffle coming from the hall. Alex creates a distance between us just in time for Sister Greta to enter the library.

“Father Alexander,” she greets him.

“Hello, Sister Greta.” He turns and looks down at the muffin in her hand. “Midday snack?”

“I can never pass up a muffin,” she states.

“They are delicious,” he agrees.

“There weren’t many left,” she warns him. “You should hurry and get one.”

“A snack sounds great.” He looks back at me and winks.

My mouth twists as I try to fight the smirk at what he is insinuating.

“Good,” Sister Greta huffs. “Now leave so Celine can get back to cleaning.”

Alex’s eyebrows shoot up as he watches the old woman walk back to her office. “Did she just kick me out?”

“Sounds like it.” I giggle. “I’m breaking through her thick exterior. She basically told me that I’m tolerable. And that she likes the way I clean.” I poke at his chest and lower my voice. “Go get your snack, Father.”

With a grin, Alex parts his lips and slides the fingers covered in my arousal into his mouth. He hums in satisfaction, holding my gaze while he cleans me off of him. My breathing quickens, and in this moment, I want him to bend me over this shelf and take me right here. I don’t care if Sister Greta is in the other room.

He casually glides his fingers out of his mouth and says, “Just did.”

“And you say I’m trouble.”

“You are.” He smirks. “I’m going to leave before Sister Greta comes out here and physically kicks me out.”

“That would be funny to witness,” I tease. “Maybe you should stay a little longer.”

Stepping forward, Alex pokes my nose. “Trouble.” I swat his hand away with a quiet laugh. “Okay, I’m leaving now.”