On Your Knees (Gods of Saint Pierce #4) Read Online Logan Chance

Categories Genre: Action, Alpha Male, Mafia, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Gods of Saint Pierce Series by Logan Chance
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Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
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I can’t believe this is happening.

His blue eyes stay centered on me, and it makes me anxious. In a good way. I’m getting turned on, and I use that to my advantage.

I allow myself to grind against his lap, wishing more than anything he’d put his hands on me. That he’d touch me in some way.

I wonder how uncomfortable he feels right now. I mean, he’s a freaking priest for goodness’ sake. I shouldn’t be enticing a man of the cloth.

However, in this room with the lights set low, and the music thumping through the sound system like it’s keeping my heart in rhythm, he doesn’t look like a man who has given up sex. No, he looks like a man who would toss me over his shoulder and take me to the nearest bed to make passionate love to me.

Or maybe that’s just me overthinking.

I’m sure he’s horrified by the fact his body is becoming turned on. He is a man after all.

I push all of these silly thoughts away and focus on the task at hand. I need the men of this room to trust me, and they can’t do that if I’m not going all in. If I’m not acting the part of a real Greedy Girl.

I drop to the floor, letting my knees lead me toward Benedict’s lap. His eyes never waver from mine, and as he licks his lips, I rest my hands on his knees and push his legs apart.

He groans, and the sound of it vibrates through my bones, ending at my clit.

Wow.

I smile up at him, blinking my long lashes. “What else would you like tonight?” I ask him.

He pets my head, and with a lazy smile, says, “Why don’t you show me what you’ve got.”

I glance around the room, and at this point there’s men having full on sex with some of the women here tonight. There’s also women sucking men’s dicks, and even Lazarus has a woman grinding on his lap.

I can’t believe how PG Benedict and I are being right now.

He catches my attention by placing two fingers under my chin, directing my gaze on him. “Keep your eyes on me. Don’t worry about what anyone else is doing. I’m a priest, and although I can’t fuck you right here in front of everyone, I can definitely make sure you feel good. Now straddle my lap.”

I place a hand on his shoulder, climbing onto his lap. “Like this?” I ask him, my skirt riding up just a bit.

“You’re doing perfect, Lina.” His eyes are on fire as he rakes his gaze over my body. “Just like that.”

As if I can’t help myself, I grind against him, feeling his hardness underneath me. “I’m definitely going to come,” I whisper for only him to hear.

“That’s the point. I want you to get loud, and moan all over me. Understand?”

I nod, my eyes connecting with his as I rock my body against him once more. “I understand.”

He places his hands on my ass, moving my body against him, causing my panties to dampen. “You like turning on a priest, huh?”

I bite my lower lip. “Yes, Father.”

“You dirty girl. So fucking filthy.” He smacks my ass, and the sound reverberates throughout the room. One of his hands slides up my back and wraps around the base of my neck. “Show me how filthy you can get.”

His dirty talk is turning me on even more. I keep grinding, not bothering to look around the room. None of that matters now. Only Benedict and I matter.

“Show me how dirty you can play. You like riding the lap of a priest, huh? Tell me how wet you are, Lina.” His voice drips with lust. With desire. It makes me heady.

My lids are half-closed, and I’m so turned on, my nipples pebble through my tight dress. “I can get so dirty, Father. And I’m so wet.” I grip his shoulders with both hands, riding his lap.

“Tell me how soaked you are,” he whispers close to my ear, and I can feel his hot breath against my skin.

“Wet enough for you to taste,” I tell him, feeling more brave than I ever have. I’ve never said words like these to anyone in my life, but something about the way he’s talking to me makes me come alive.

Makes me brave.

Makes me want to sin.

“I’d love to taste you, Lina. Is that what you want? You want my tongue between your legs?” He plunges his hand between my lap, moving it under my skirt.

I grind faster. “Oh yes, please,” I moan out, closing my eyes.

His fingers push past my panties, and next thing I know Benedict’s fingers are grazing over my heated skin, through my slickness, and he pushes one finger deep inside me. “You are wet. Is this all because of me?” He leans back a bit so he can look me in the eyes.


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