Page 89 of Forgive Me, Father

“Oh, you do, and what is that?”

“You put them in your butt.”

A slow, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corners of his lips.“What is your question?”

“Is there any of these things that you are using on yourself?”

“No, it’s for my pleasure to bestow on others.”

“You mean me, as there are no more others.”

“You,” he corrected himself.“Why, are there some things you would want to try on me?”

“I would love to try a butt plug on you.”

“No,” he said super-fast, making me laugh.

“That is not fair.”

“This isn’t how this works,” he murmured, his hands gently cupping my face before he leaned down, his lips claiming mine in a deep, passionate kiss.When he pulled back, his gaze lingered on me, something warm in his eyes.“But I’m glad you’re not in a rush to run up those stairs and escape just yet.”

“I’m way too addicted to you to run anywhere, Alonso.”

“Good, because it doesn’t matter where you go.I will find you and I’ll make you regret running away every single second of your life.”

The threat should have unsettled me, sent a chill down my spine, but instead, it only stirred something darker inside, a spark of excitement I couldn’t ignore.

THIRTY

THE WHITE RABBIT

She stared at me,all traces of humor gone.

I knew some of my words needed a gentler touch, but I preferred to speak plainly, in a language she couldn’t misinterpret.There was no escaping me.

I wasn’t her ex.I was her husband, and she was going to stay right here, where she belonged.

She was bold, especially yesterday when she came into my office and fucked me with her mouth while I was on a call.

I couldn’t help but laugh.Philip DaCosta should be thanking me for taking Camilla off his hands.The guy wouldn’t have known what to do with someone like her; she was far too much for him to handle.

“What is so funny?”

“Just thinking about our exes.”

“Meh.”

I chuckled lowly, tugging her closer by the fabric of her shirt.“Good response,” I whispered and ripped her shirt open.She gasped, almost losing her balance from the robust action.

Her breath quickened, mirroring mine.She was just like me, only the wildest, craziest things seemed to set our blood on fire.

I grabbed her breast, and she moaned loudly.Her eyes closed as I kept her stable.I lifted her up and carried her to my altar.It was nothing special, just a stone slab with enhancements molded into the platform.I planted her ass on the cold surface and pulled off the remaining material of her shirt.

Her bra was next.Beautiful breasts with succulent dusky pink nipples burst free from the contraption.

She gasped and shuddered with every movement I made, her breath hitching in time with the rhythm as I yanked pieces of her clothing off one at a time.

Her shoes came off with her pants and she looked like a goddess wearing only a thong.

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