Page 160 of The Darkest Hour

The elevator slowed to a stop.

The doors slid open, revealing the seductive view of Indra.

Hmmm. Finally, she is learning.

My heart skipped a beat at the sight.

She stood with her back to me, wearing the same kind of nun outfit that Onyx had once worn.

The dress was floor-length, clinging to her curves before flaring out at the bottom. The fabric was a deep, rich black that absorbed the dim light of the room, making her seem like a shadow given form.

Her hands were on the desk just like I had always ordered her to do, but I couldn’t see them from where I stood.

Yes. She has learned to do it exactly how I like it. Thank God. It only took six months.

I’d almost killed her because of it.

The headdress shrouded her in mystery. That dark veil flowed down her back, leaving only the barest hint of her profile visible.

She was an icon of forbidden desire.

The very presence of a secret temptation I could never resist.

More tantalizing heat surged through me.

My cock began to harden.

I stepped off the elevator, reached out, and pressed a button on the wall beside the elevator, locking the doors so that no one could interrupt us until the end.

This was where only my lover and I had access.

No distractions.

No intrusions—just the two of us, alone with our desires.

“Good job, Indra.”

She didn’t turn around, not yet.

Her stiff silence was part of the game. She was to build the tension within me until it was almost unbearable.

My pulse quickened.

This was going to be a night to remember.

I stepped forward.

Slow and deliberate.

My desire grew with every inch I closed between us.

My breath hitched.

There was something about the sight of a woman in a nun’s outfit that awakened something deep and twisted inside me, something rooted in a past I could never fully escape.

It was more than just a fetish—it was an obsession, a fixation that had clung to me since childhood.

I could still remember Sister Anthony vividly, the stern-faced nun who had taken it upon herself to discipline me in the private boarding school where I had been basically raised.

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