Page 99 of Penance

“You’re wet, Mercy,” he says. Looking over at me, he pins me with his eyes, and I’m caught. I can’t move. “Wet for me.”

I nod, but I don’t need to. I know I don’t. He can feel it. He knows.

He pulls his fingers out and slides them up higher, and he finds that spot again and circles it.

I gasp again, reaching down and grabbing his wrist just to give myself something to hold on to—something to keep me grounded.

God, I might be dying.

It feels like I am?

I push my legs apart, giving him access and begging him not to stop with only my eyes. Maybe he can read my desire in my eyes, because he doesn’t. His fingers glide over my pussy, pushing and pulling and twisting until I’m shivering and bucking against him.

“Come on, good girl,” he says, pinning me with his gaze. “Cum for me. We don’t want to be late.”

He forces his fingers into me again, hard, and then instantly back out, working against that same spot.

I’m close already.

I’m so close.

How does he do that?

Every muscle tenses painfully, my skin flushed so hard I feel like I’m on fire.

Higher.

Higher.

Close.

So close.

He forces his fingers into me again, and it’s too much. My pussy clenches around him, and my hips pop up to meet him, grinding against his palm.

I see fireworks and explosions.

I see colors washing out the darkness behind my closed lids.

And then as abruptly as it began, it ends. He withdraws his hand, leaving me gasping, shaking. I watch, wide-eyed, as he lifts his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean. His eyes never leavemine and I’m forced to watch as he cleans my sin from his flesh and then licks his lips as if its his favorite flavor in the whole world.

“Time for church, Mercy,” he says, his voice steady, as if the world hadn’t just been jerked out from underneath me. He opens the car door, stepping out into the parking lot and leaving me gasping for air. I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself as I reach for the door handle, but before I can, he pulls the door open for me.

Draco stands there, waiting, his eyes on me. I can’t meet his eyes again. Not after what just happened, and not if he even wants me to pretend to act normal. Not with the turmoil raging within me. I focus on the church instead, its stark white walls a beacon of purity against the darkness enveloping me.

“Come on, Mercy,” Draco says softly, holding out his hand.

The hand that just moments ago was—I can’t even think it.

I nod, doing what he asked, and stepping out into the parking lot.

My thighs are shaking, and the first few steps wobble like a newborn foal.

“Mercy?” I hear my mother’s voice calling for me, and my stomach drops.

I stop in my tracks.

My breath catches in my throat.

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