Page 53 of Satan's Priest

I raised my gaze to the heavens, looking for patience. Instead, I found an overcast sky and rain now dropping into my eyes. Blinking raindrops away, I lowered my head and glared at Lucien before I turned around and walked away.

“Where are you going?” he called.

“Away from you,” I grumbled.

He laughed.Laughed.

If I had enough energy to spend on that asshole, I would have turned back around and flipped him off. Instead, I stormed down the road, putting space between us.

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GRACE

Iopened the front door, attempting to be as quiet as possible so Dad wouldn’t know I was home. When the coast was clear, I stepped inside, soaking wet because of the rain that hadn’t let up as I walked home.

Slinky hissed at me from her spot on the top of the sectional couch. I winced and closed the door behind me. Holding my breath, I tiptoed my way to the staircase. The wooden steps creaked under my weight, and I squeezed my eyes shut as I went up another step.

Dad’s heavy footsteps came from the kitchen and into the living room.

I rushed up the stairs.

“Oh, no you don’t, girl,” Dad snarled from the bottom of the steps. “Come here, right this second.”

I froze and slowly turned around, my heart pounding so hard that I could feel it in my throat.

“I-I need to get into some dry clothes,” I mumbled.

Dad shook his head, his eyes narrowed. “Get. Down. Here.”

Crap, crap, crap, crap.

Swallowing hard, I descended the stairs and whimpered as Dad gripped the nape of my neck and dragged me into the living room. “You’re hurting me,” I whimpered, tears stinging my eyes.

“I don’t care,” he growled, pushing me onto the couch. I gasped and steadied myself as I sat up and leaned back into the seat, hoping it would put more space between us. “Raise your skirt and spread your legs.”

My eyes widened, and I choked on my spit. “What?”

“You heard me.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “I warned you this morning that I’ll check if you’re a virgin. Now do as I told you.”

“Th-this isn’t right.” My hands trembled as I gripped the end of my skirt and inched it upward. “Please, don’t do this.”

Dad’s nostrils flared.

A soft cry escaped me as I raised my skirt the rest of the way. Tears welled in my eyes, and I spread my legs, showing him my panties.

“Pull them down,” Dad ordered.

My chin quivered as I slipped them off of me. Dad kneeled and shoved my legs further apart and yanked my hips until I was slouched in an awkward position. He stared at my naked core. His pupils dilated, and his breathing became heavier.

I whimpered as he ran his thick fingers between my folds, rubbing the back of his digit against my clit. Shame filled me as pleasure coursed through my body, making me wet.

I wanted to disappear. Better yet, I wanted to die.

My hips moved on their own, bucking against his hand as he rubbed furious circles on my clit. My toes curled, and I squeezed my eyes shut, sinking into my mind to escape my father’s touch. A lump formed in my throat, and I cried out as I orgasmed, my inner walls clamping around nothing. Dad shoved two fingers into me, sinking them deep inside and thrusting.

“Please,” I sobbed.

“Hush, girl,” Dad snapped. “I’m about to find out for myself if you’re a virgin.”

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