Page 5 of Trick or Threat
I’m just about to turn into the bathroom when I hear a rustling noise behind the priest’s office door.
“Father?” I call, but when a moan is my answer, I gasp.
OH MY GOD.
Is the priest in there having an afternoon fuck with a nun? How scandalous! I giggle to myself and turn back to the bathroom, but stop dead when I hear a female moan.
“Harder, Nico.”
No.
No fucking way! In the church?
I open the door slowly, and there he is in all his glory. Pants around his thighs. Sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and his bowtie hanging from his shoulders.
He’s got my makeup artist on her knees in front of the priest’s desk and is holding himself up with one of his palms spread on an open bible.
The other is wrapped around her long ponytail as he uses it to pump his dick into the back of her throat. And damn, she’s enjoying every second of it.
“You must be Nico. Take your time, honey, and make it good. It’s the last blow job he’ll be getting.” I slam the door and lift my skirts to walk down to the bridal suite, where I’ll wait to marry that man.
“Genesis, wait! It’s not what you think.” Is he serious?
I turn to face him.
“Don’t insult me with a blatant lie. You’ll have mistresses, bastards, and whores aplenty. I’m not a fool. But you couldn’t even keep it in your pants knowing you’d have a virgin tonight?” I shake my head in disbelief.
“That’s just it. I have to teach you what to do; it was my last chance for a while, at least, to have an experienced lover. Surely you understand. I never thought you’d be such a prude bitch.” I slap him hard.
His eyes darken, and he pins me to the wall by my throat in an instant.
“You’re lucky you can’t say I do with a broken jaw. I’ll let this slide, but you better learn quick that I am not a man to be fucked with.” He lets go, and I gasp.
“Clean yourself up and smile in the church.” He walks away still fixing his pants, and it clicks in my head that there isn’t a chance in hell that I’m marrying him.
He’d kill me the first chance he got.
Chapter
Three
I findmy way to the bridal suite in a daze. Everyone is celebrating, passing around the champagne flutes, and I sit in the middle of it all in a daze.
This can not be my life. I won’t let it be.
A knock on the door makes me jump as if someone had let off a bomb. Val answers it, and Alfie walks in with a box in his hands.
“Ladies, may I have the room for a moment?” All my bridesmaids leave, and I sit looking at the man who raised me.
“Chikita, you are a vision. However, I do not like the coloring on your neck.” I lift my chin and show off the bruises Nico gave me.
“A gift from my husband to be. He disagreed with my reaction to finding his dick in my makeup artist’s mouth.” Alfie crosses himself.
“Language, we are in the house of God.” I nod with a huff.
“So was he. In the Father’s office, holding his bible during the act. Someone, I think, the heavenly father will forgive me for my language after that.” Alfie sits in front of me with the box in his lap.
“Ah, I see. It will be dealt with promptly. Ans shall not occur again. This I vow.” He leans in and kisses both my cheeks lightly so as not to ruin my makeup.
