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So she’s not really married. Perfect. “That means you never consummated your marriage, Madison. It means you could have it annulled.”
She nods. “I tried, but his men stopped me, and that’s when I ran.”
I step forward, blood pumping through my veins. “And had you had relations with any other man before this?” I ask, knowing how inappropriate it is to ask her that.
Her brow furrows, and she shakes her head. “No. I’m a virgin.”
I growl, which makes her take a step back. “Fuck,” I growl, making her gasp.
“Is there something wrong?” She backs up until her ass hits my desk, looking fearful.
I step forward. “Yes, Madison. There’s something very wrong,” I breathe, moving toward her. “Ever since I set eyes on you yesterday afternoon, I’ve been as hard as a fucking rock.” I remove the priest’s robe so she can see the bulge of my cock in my jeans, chucking it on the floor. “Look what you’re doing to me.” I grab hold of my cock through the fabric, tugging. “Four years since I took my vows, and not once have I wanted a woman since. Until you walk in, turning me into a feral animal.”
Her blue eyes dilate as she purses her lips. “Dante,” she murmurs my name. “I should go.”
I tilt my head. “No.” I grab her wrist.
She tries to pull away, but I tighten my grip, not to hurt her, just to prevent her from running.
Her breath hitches, and I can see the fear flash in her eyes.
A pang of guilt shoots through me, but my hunger for her overshadows it.
“Father, please...” she whispers, her voice trembling. She’s scared, but there’s a hint of curiosity and desire in her eyes.
“I’ll never hurt you, but you don’t walk away from me. Understood?” I realize that being too domineering will make her feel like she’s back with her asshole of a husband.
She nods her head. “Okay.” Her gaze drops to my hand gripping her wrist.
I let go, watching her rub the spot where my hand was. “You’re a priest, though. You can’t be with a woman because of your vows.”
“Fuck my vows,” I reply. The anger is uncharacteristic, even of my darker side. Normally, I’m always in control.
What the fuck has this girl done to me?
She glances at me, her blue eyes filled with worry. “What are you saying?”
“I’m saying you’re mine. Madison. Mine. Got it?”
She shakes her head. “That’s crazy. We only met?—”
I grab her throat, squeezing and cutting off her sentence.
“No, not crazy,” I interrupt her. “You’re meant to be mine. You were sent here for me. I can feel it.”
Her eyes widen, her breath hitching. She places a shaky hand on my wrist but doesn’t try to loosen it.
“It’s too soon. We barely...” she chokes out.
I yank her closer so our bodies are flush. “Do you feel what you do to me?”
She grinds her crotch against mine, moaning. “Yes. This is so wrong.”
“Then why does it feel so damn right?” I growl, lacing my fingers through her soft brown hair. “So fucking sweet,” I purr as I take a deep inhale of her scent, which smells like lilies and lavender all at the same time. “You make me want to be a bad man, Madison. I am a bad man behind it all.”
Madison whimpers, chasing friction on my hard cock. “I’m sorry, Father.”
“Call me Dante, little doe,” I demand, as all common sense obliterates and the past I tried to bury claws its way to the surface.
