Page 145 of His Hell Girl

She nods at me.

"You're right. I should stop being ashamed of this," she touches her birthmark with her finger, "it's part of what makes meme," she says and I couldn't be prouder of her.

"Yes, I'm glad we're on the same page," I chuckle, giving her a quick kiss on the lips, "now finish dressing so we can go."

"I'm done," she says, appraising me with her eyes, "I can't say the same thing about you, though, Mr. Hot Priest." She motions to my neck.

I'd dressed entirely in black, donning a classical catholic cassock, but I hadn't yet put on the clerical collar.

Taking the white piece off the table, she places it around my neck, making sure it's laid in place and covering my tattoo.

"Now, if you weremypriest," she starts saucily, suggestively moving her hands all over my chest, "I know I'd be a permanent fixture for confession time."

"Really," I drawl, "and what would your confession be, hell girl?" I ask, curious to see what she'd cook up.

Her lips curl upwards in a feline smile, her lashes fluttering in that maddening fashion of hers, "I'd ask for forgiveness…" she trails off, suddenly imitating a shy schoolgirl as she peers at me bashfully. "For playing with my pussy while thinking about you," she whispers, two red dots staining her cheeks.

Fuck!

"Damn it, Sisi! You can't say things like that and assume I won't be spending the entire time thinking about you in thatdamned confession booth, playing with yourself while I listen to you moaning your sins," I groan, closing my eyes and willing my body to behave.

We have a plan. A carefully laid out plan that has no room for any mistakes. Or for illicit rendezvous in the confession booth, or me fucking her on the altar table, because damn if that's not all I can think about now, the image of her laid out bare before me, surrounded by holy objects when she's in fact the holiest of them all…

"Fuck, Sisi. You're killing me here, hell girl," I mumble as I reach down to adjust my cock.

"Well, aren't you coming?" I open my eyes to see her already at the door, a satisfied grin on her face.

"You're a goddamn cock tease, aren't you?" I call out as I sheathe my knives before following her.

Her soft laughter is the only reply I get as I try to get back in the zone.

I'm a simple man. I only have two default settings—killing and Sisi. And when the latter is activated, you can damned well bet I'll be useless for anything other thanher.

The drive to the church takes us over an hour, time in which we go over the plan once more. Since Sisi is familiar with every corner of Sacre Coeur, we aren't going in blind. Although I'd done my homework by studying the security footage, there are only a few security cameras aimed at the cloisters and the living quarters of the nuns. So I'll rely on her knowledge for that.

As soon as we are somewhere close to the convent, I park the car, doing one last check.

Sisi has an entire artillery strapped to her body under her habit, just like I do. We'd wanted to be as thorough as possible, and since Sacre Coeur's been involved in shady dealings for years, we shouldn't underestimate the place.

"Check your comm," I say as she gets out of the car.

The plan is to have her go inside first, pretending she's returning to the convent after a prolonged visit with her family, and I'd soon join her after going through the validation process at the gates.

She lifts her hand to her ear, clicking the device and prompting me to say something.

"Works," she confirms.

"Good. Give me a signal when you're in," I tell her, almost wont to see her go alone.

"See you in a bit." She gives me a quick kiss before leaving.

While I wait, I listen attentively to everything that's happening around her, my thirst for blood only increasing as I hear some off-handed comments from the guards about her.

"Don't mind them," she whispers as she passes through the security checkpoint, "they probably just heard the rumors about me," she says as if it's no big deal that they just called her anoutcast.

I clench my fist, my rage mounting as I realize this is just a tiny bit of what she's had to endure over the years.

And ah, but they will definitely wish they'd have kept their mouths shut today. Especially after I'm done with them.

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