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“What the—” I snap as I take a step back, but I’m still holding her so of course she comes with me.
“How does that feel?” she smirks. “That’s very hard. How can you let me have so much effect on you?”
Oh.
She wants to play.
“Remove your hand or I might need to teach you a lesson about provoking me.”
A smirk spreads on her lips, she raises an eyebrow, and her fingers tighten around my dick. In a split second, I’ve turned her around and plastered her face first against the wall of the chapel. I grab her wrists in one hand and keep them to the small of her back.
“Miss Stewart, if you want to play, you just have to beg real good. I usually require my women on their knees when they beg to be touched, but I’ll excuse your inexperience.”
She tries to get off the wall, but I force her back. With my free hand, I gather her nightgown, slowly bringing it up until I feel her bare ass under my hand.
“Where did your panties go? Did they combust when I walked in the room?”
“I—” she freezes when I pinch her ass cheek.
“I came into this room to help you. I can still help you, but you have to play nice to me.”
“Maybe I don’t want to play nice.” She squirms under me in the hope of escaping, but I’m not letting go. She’s not in control, but I’m not either. Desire commands me and it wants nothing else but her.
“Girls who don’t play nice get punished, Miss Stewart. Is that what you want? Because it sure as hell is what you need.”
“What do you want from me?” The anger comes out desperate, and I get a glance at the girl behind the bitch mask. The same girl who came undone on my tongue yesterday.
I lick my lips. “I just want to understand how you got yourself in trouble with a Sister again. Tell me…are you that bad or,” it seems crazy to have come to this conclusion in the short time I’ve worked here, but I say it anyway, “are they targeting you?”
Her breath hitches, and she stays silent for long seconds. I can practically hear the gears turning in her head. But instead of letting me help her, she throws it back in my face like the little bitch she is.
“I don’t have to tell you anything,” she seethes. “I don’t trust assholes.”
“Miss Stewart,” I growl low. “I feel the need to remind you I am not a good man. I have made grown men piss themselves while I tortured them to get answers out of them. I believe I can get you to tell me anything. In fact, let’s start our interrogation now.”
My hand slides from her ass cheek to between her legs. I advance slowly, feeling the way she trembles under me. The moment the tip of my index finger grazes her clit, she gasps. I can feel her wetness against my palm and my dick becomes painfully hard in my slacks. It’s pressing against the zipper, wanting out and inside her pussy.
“Did you attack Sister Ivy?”
There’s something in me that hates the stubborn girl in her, and yet loves working her up and seeing how strong-minded she is.
“No!” she cries out again as I press my middle finger against the entrance of her pussy. My eyes roll to the back of my head feeling how wet she is. “Sir…” she moans as I push inside slowly. She is so tight and swollen I’m scared I’m going to come from touching her alone.
She’s stopped breathing completely, frozen in place, until she talks on a desperate breath. “I didn’t do anything wrong.”
“No?” I purr in her ear.
“I didn’t attack Sister Ivy…” Her sentence finishes on a moan as I start moving in and out of her. “They target me. Th-they know I can’t leave so they torment me… Please, believe me.”
There’s something broken in her voice that mixes with her pleasure, and it makes my heart skip a beat.
This girl is damaged inside.
It should make me stop. The Sisters have it out for her, she’s in a place she can’t escape, and instead of taking care of her, I’m adding to it.
But I can’t control it. Something in her calls to me, and I’ve never been the kind to care if I’m hurting someone when it benefits me.
I pull my finger out before pushing two in.
