Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 106107 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106107 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
He murmurs for me to flip over to my stomach, and I do so, parting my legs for him again. There is no shame with him, no inhibitions or humility, not when it comes to my body, but even so, I tense up a little as he parts the cheeks of my rear and gently dabs the washcloth there, that part of me a little sore from being used in such a foreign and savage manner.
“There,” he says. After a few more minutes of tender care, he removes the cloth, and then…
SMACK.
I yelp against the chain, jerking from the impact of his palm against my bottom.
I glare at him over my shoulder, and he’s grinning deviously at me, the kind of smile that soothes the sting. A smile that makes my heart stumble.
“Sorry,” he says, not sounding sorry at all. “I couldn’t help myself. I shall have to blame the monster.”
Then, he reaches forward and grabs me by my shoulders, hauling me up to sit. “I’m going to untie you for a moment while I get this shift on you,” he says, lifting the linen.
What’s the point? I think as he reaches behind me and starts undoing the rope. I’ll only end up naked again.
“Promise me you’ll behave,” he whispers against my ear, making my eyes roll back in my head. “Then maybe I’ll undo the chain too.”
I nod as he frees my hands. I wriggle my aching wrists, and he immediately grabs them, bringing them forward, a warning in his eyes.
Then, he lifts them up to his mouth, and with his gaze intently focused on mine like he’s staring into my very soul, he places his lips on the soft underside of each one.
Goodness, I feel like I’m melting at his touch. It’s as if he’s trying to win me over with tenderness now.
And it’s working.
I’ll behave, I think. I’ll do anything you want if you keep looking at me like that.
He smiles gently and then lifts my arms, slipping the shift over me and pulling it down over my head and chest.
“Good girl,” he says appreciatively as he reaches behind me to undo the chain.
Then, he stops.
Sucks in his breath.
The energy in the room suddenly changes into something dark and cold.
I glance up to see him staring over my shoulder, and I follow his gaze to the door to see a man standing there.
I gasp against the chain, and Priest drops his hands.
“What is going on here?” the man says. He’s dressed in authoritative clothing, which makes me think he might be a priest too, but then I see the sword sheathed at his side, a gun in his hand. I became very familiar with them after Asherah was taken.
Is this man a pirate? He seems too well-kept to be one. He even has one of those white curled wigs.
Priest doesn’t say anything; he just puts himself between me and the other man.
“What are you doing to her?” the man says. “Step aside, Father Aragon.”
“Please leave,” Priest says in a hard, cold voice. “You are not allowed back here. This is consecrated ground.”
The man snorts and brings out his gun, pointing it at Priest. “Consecrated ground. I know you are no priest, no holy man. I’ve always suspected as much—all these visits to the church in the middle of the night. Now, I see you’re keeping a woman back here for yourself. Holy man indeed.”
“She belongs to me,” Priest practically growls.
“I’ll let her decide who she belongs to,” the soldier says as he smiles at me. “Don’t worry, darling, I’ll get you out here.” He glares at Priest and shakes his pistol at him. “Step aside, Aragon.”
Priest looks back down at me.
I suppose this is my chance.
This is all I was waiting for.
Someone to come and rescue me.
But then, to my utter surprise, Priest steps aside.
And my heart sinks with fear.
The man grins and walks over to me, keeping the gun trained on Priest as he approaches.
“You’re beautiful, aren’t you?” the man says as he leers at me. “I can see why he wanted to hide you back here.” The soldier reaches out with his free hand and grabs my wrist, hard enough for me to cry out. “Don’t worry, I’m here to help.”
Priest makes a move for me, but the soldier pulls the trigger.
With a fiery blast, gun smoke fills the air, and I scream again as Priest is hit with a bullet to his chest. He goes down with a gasp, hitting the ground hard.
“Priest!” I try to scream against the chains, but the soldier hits me on the side of the head with his pistol, and everything explodes into sparks. I feel warm blood trickle down the side of my head, and I’m shoved down on the pew again, the soldier pushing up my shift.
He groans, pressing his hard-on against my rear as I thrash, trying to get out of the way, drowning in disgust.