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“Wait. Do you have the sermons ready to go?” There’s a slight panic in my voice and Father Ignacio chuckles.
“Yes. All you have to do is follow them. You’ll do fine.”
There’s a sinister look on his face, and it makes me think he planned this on purpose. “Good. We should have this wrapped up within a few weeks.”
Mother Superior winces and walks out of the room. She hates what I do and thinks I'm a criminal. No, I’m not the one committing crimes against humanity. I’m taking the garbage out.
Once they are gone, I go to the confessionals. I don’t know the proper protocol for handing out repentance guidelines to the parishioners, but if Jacqulin is in line for confession, I’m going to listen.
It takes a bit before she comes over and steps into the other box. It’s hot in this damn robe, and I can’t wait to take the thing off.
“Father, it has been…” She goes quiet, and I can hear the doubt in her voice.
“Go ahead.” I nearly growl at her. I lace my voice with want and the little gasp she gives me does me in.
Cock throbbing, I try to listen to her. “It’s been four years since my last confession.”
“Why so long?” Is that any of my business? Crap, I should have read the manual on how to do this confessional shit.
“School. I’ve been busy and didn’t want to confess my sins.” She sounds ashamed, but all I can think about as she speaks are what sins she may have committed.
“Well, go ahead, my child.” That sounds wrong, but fuck, all I want to do is hear her call me Father while my dick is nine inches deep inside of her.
Yeah, I'm going to hell.
“I didn’t really do anything bad.” Jacqulin is squirming on the bench seat, I watch as her silhouette shifts back and forth. “I graduated from school, and I work online. My father summoned me home, and he wants me to marry some stranger.”
My blood boils at the thought. “I’m listening.” Encouragement sounds good from my lips. I should try it more often.
“The need to rebel is running rampant through my veins, Father.” Oh, dear Lord in Heaven, give me strength because I’m about to break down this partition. “It would dishonor him if I don’t go through with what he wants. However, he… he and I haven’t seen each other in fourteen years. Why does he have to marry me off?”
That’s it. I can’t let this go. “Open the door and step out, little one.”
Her intake of breath is loud and goes straight to my cock. Fuck. I’m not doing a good job of staying in character, but I have to look at her. Hearing her door open, I step out and stand tall above her. She has heels on and still doesn’t reach my chest.
Son of a bitch. Someone did indeed slap her. The handprint is clear as day on her alabaster skin. “Who hit you?” Without thinking, my hand caresses her cheek, and she looks up at me with wonderment in her eyes. Oh, she’s like an innocent babe.
“No one.” Ah, she will not tell me. I let it slide for now. Soon enough, she will tell me everything I want to know while screaming my name in ecstasy.
Jacqulin moves her cheek into my hand, and the urge to kiss her strengthens. To distract myself, I ask the question that’s searing itself in my throat. “Do you not want to marry this man your father has betrothed you to?”
“No.” She shakes her unruly strawberry blonde hair and I ache to run my hands through it. How the hell did this Spanish beauty get such fair skin and hair?
“Shall I speak to your father about marriage counseling? As is the way of our religion.”
I can’t believe I remembered that. It’s not my religion, and she won’t be marrying him. But I will counsel him and get information from Gomez all the same.
Jacqulin smiles at me, and I know for a fact that I’m going to ruin this girl. It’s only a matter of time.
CHAPTER THREE
JACQULIN
No man has ever touched me. The way his strong hand feels against my face is new to me. Exciting and caring at the same time. It feels so good.
“Father…” I trail off, not knowing his name.
“Zimmerman.” He grunts. It almost sounds painful to him, but I smile.
