Page 11 of Remorseless Sinner

“Please—please—” she cried.

“That doesn’t work on me,” I said unsympathetically. “Cry all you like but I think you know what’s happening next.”

“I thought you were gone,” she gasped, trying to pry my hands off. “I thought you weren’t coming back.”

“You did try your best,” I agreed. “When your little gambit to get on the Pill didn’t work, you tried something else. But you thought a few years in jail would keep me away?”

“Ihoped,” she hissed, and I can see that spark in her blue-gray eyes, and I recognize that fire she tries to hide, my cock hardening in response.

But first she will recognize my dominance.

I snorted. “Foolish girl. You thought you had gotten rid of me. But, baby girl, you never will.”

My eyes slid down past her big eyes, past my grip around her throat, down to where her nipples were tightening against her shirt so hard I could see two little patches of wetness there.

“I hear you’re a whore now,” I added, just to piss her off.

Her eyes widened. “It’s a lie!” she cried, and I slid my thumb up to her chin, loving how the rough pads of each fingertip felt against her soft skin, loving the flutter of her heartbeat in the palm of my hand.

Oh, I know it’s a lie. Because I made very sure of that. But I am going to piss her off good before I marry her.

“What do you want from me?” she asked.

“You know what I want from you.”

Grace tried to aim a kick at me, but her skirts were heavy with mud and river water.

“What? What, Saul?”

“I want motherfuckingpenance. For turning me in. For betraying me. And then I want submission. And I want your legs open and your cunt up and wet, Gracie. I want you ready to be bred by me.”

“Never! Never!” she gasped as my fingers encircled her throat.

“I want your belly full.”

She screamed and kicked at me.

But I only threw her over my shoulder and carried my struggling future wife out of the forest and back into the church.

The Congregation waited there. Expectant. Prepared. Obedient.

“I will marry her,” I said into the silence. “But first she’s going to be baptized, cleansed of all unrighteousness.”

CHAPTER 4

Gracie

Icould have killed Saul godsdamn Brennan.

How dare he show his face here!

Howdarehe talk about breeding me!

I’d taken my pill this morning, hadn’t I? Dammit, in my rush to get to church I’d forgotten.

I was trembling with rage and fear as we reached the baptismal tank in the sunken recesses of the sanctuary, the dark waters swirling menacingly in the tank, slapping the invisible sides. Such a massive space that I couldn’t see where the waters began or ended, or how deep they were. I tried to slow my steps, but Saul was right behind me.

Ever since the day I met him, I knew he’d be my greatest temptation.

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