Page 81 of For I Have Sinned

She looks up at me like a scared little deer because she knows she is in trouble, and behind her pretty eyes, I can see her thoughts churning as she tries to figure out how to make this situation better.

Dropping my gaze from hers to the phone in my hand, I turn and gently set it down on the dresser.

“Were you talking about me… about us?” I take a moment before my body pivots in her direction, still keeping my eyes on the floor.

Celine hesitates, “No.”

I let out a hollow laugh, my focus remaining on the ground, and I clasp my hands behind my back. “Lying is a sin, Celine.”

She doesn’t respond. I take the moment of silence to slowly walk towards the bed and step in front of her. Her scared expression hasn’t changed, but as I hover over her and lift my finger to trace the neckline of her dress, her breath stutters.

“Do you understand that?” I keep my tone steady.

Her face falls forward to look where my finger is teasing her skin, and then I see her eyes lift to the bulge in my pants. With her attention turned away from me, I grip her face, my palms squeezing her cheeks together as I tilt her head up, forcing her attention back to me.

Leaning forward, I ghost my lips over hers. “Answer me.”

“Yes,” she responds quickly, and when I see movement below me, my eyes glide down to see her pressing her thighs together.

“Hmm,” I hum, pleased with her response.

I let go of her face and begin to step back when she reaches for my belt buckle. In a swift move, I wrap my hand around both of her wrists, causing her breath to hitch, but not from fear this time, but from need.

“Let me be clear, any sins you make, you must confess. And you, little sin, are notorious for misbehaving. But if you want me to stay, you will follow my rules.”

She nods eagerly.

“When I ask you a question, you will answer truthfully, and if you do, you will be rewarded. But if you lie, you will be punished,” I explain, to which she nods again. “And since I am a priest, and you are confessing to me, you will only address me as Father Alexander.”

Her eyes widen at what I just demanded. I let go of her wrists, letting them fall to her side, and I kneel to lift her dress. When I do, Celine willingly spreads her legs to show me the mess she is already making between her thighs.

And it’s in this moment that I realize she will do whatever I want her to.

Sliding my hand up her leg, stopping at the apex of her thigh, she squirms for me to touch her where she wants it the most, but I don’t.

“So, I’ll ask again.” I lift my eyes to hers, tediously drawing circles against her thigh. “Do you understand that lying, especially to a priest, is a sin and cause for punishment?”

“Yes, Father Alexander.” She leans back on her elbows, spreading her legs further apart. “Please, punish me.”

Removing my hand, I abandon her thigh and straighten for a moment before lifting my knee to the bed, causing Celine to scoot back. Once her body meets the wall, I press my lips to her forehead.

“Do you remember what happened this morning?”

“Of course.” She blushes. “How could I forget?”

“Did you enjoy it?” I kiss between her brows and then the tip of her nose. “Having my cock inside of you?”

Her breathing quickens at the memory. I move my lips to her cheek, exploring her with my mouth gently before moving to her neck, and down to her chest, but pause my movements until she answers.

“Yes,” she responds breathlessly. My eyes dart to hers, waiting for her to correct herself. “Yes, Father Alexander.”

My lips stop right at the top of her breast, and then I push myself back until I’m off the bed. I stand before her, taking in how beautiful she looks lying in her white gown. Her cheeks are reddened with a naughty yet impatient expression spreading across her face, as if she’s waiting for me to rip her dress off and devour her.

As much as I want to, and I really want to, she hasn’t earned it yet. And I still am holding onto a sliver of my will-power, and today is not the day I’m letting that go. Because I want her to feel what I felt when I caught her gossiping about our intimacy.

Betrayal.

“You promised me you wouldn’t tell anyone about our secret.” I lean down, grabbing her ankles and yanking her towards the edge of the bed. “I don’t like it when someone breaks their promises.”