Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 93482 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93482 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Her having a boyfriend complicated things. I did not appreciate complications.
“What does he do for a living? What does his family do?” I asked, prying into her life, trying to find out who this boyfriend was and if there was a way to rid myself of this unwelcome complication.
“He and his family are gardeners,” she said, sticking out her chin, like somehow fucking the lower class made her stronger and defiant.
“Gardeners?”
“At our home and our Hampton estate. I don’t look down on them just because of what they do.”
“Why would you? It sounds like honest work. No, I don’t see you ever looking down on a man for that, but what would your mother say? You know I’m honor bound to tell her. It was different when you were my dirty secret, but now learning you have one of your own?” I tsked. “Bad girl, you are just such a filthy little sinner, aren’t you? Leading many men into temptation.”
“No, it’s not like that. I love him.”
“Do you? Just a moment ago, you only thought you loved him.”
“No.” Her chin went back up in the air. “I love him. He’s the only man I’ve ever been with and we’re planning on eloping.”
“Oh, is that so?”
That would never happen. I refused to allow that to happen. Rose was going to be ruined, but on my terms. Fiery, white-hot rage flooded my veins. I thought about another man’s hands, the dirty, calloused hands of a gardener, touching her perfect flesh.
“Yes, we plan to run away together after the New Year.”
“And how many times have you and Raul had sex?”
“What? That’s none of your business.” Her eyes were round with shock, and the tops of her cheeks turned that delicious pink color as she kept winding through the pews, in and out, trying to keep away from me. Even her knuckles were turning white from her grip on the polished wood.
“I think it is my business. After all, I felt how tight your little cunt is. You’re lying to me.”
“No, I’m not lying. He’s just not that well—” She clamped her hand over her mouth to stop the words coming out and I couldn’t help the laughter that tore through my body.
My God, that poor man, even a virgin knowing that you had a tiny dick.
“It’s because we only had sex once,” she corrected.
“I’m sure. And how many times did you get down on your knees and suck his cock?”
“What? I—”
That was enough of an answer for me.
“And did he make you come on his fingers like I did?”
“No, I—”
“Did he at least eat your pussy until you screamed his name?”
She didn’t answer, but her eyes darting to the floor told me enough.
“So then, what makes you think it’s love? What makes you think that this gardener, with his tiny dick, can ever keep you happy? Why would you give everything up for a man that you clearly don’t love and who can’t satisfy you?”
“I didn’t say he couldn’t—”
“Actually, you did. You said it when you opened your legs for me and let me pet you. If you loved him, you would have never let me that close. You said it again when you got on your knees like a good girl and sucked my cock like your life depended on it. You can lie to yourself all you want, but if you loved him, you wouldn’t have even come here.”
“I—no, that’s not—”
She was stammering again, still backing away from me, nearing the back of the church. I pushed her along toward the confessional, letting her think she might have gotten away from me while driving her deeper into the trap.
I hated I wasn’t the first man to fuck her, but maybe there were some advantages to her not being a virgin.
If her innocence had already been taken, even by a small-dicked little gardener, then that opened up far more opportunities. I didn’t have to be gentle with her. Seducing her would not take nearly as much time because she wasn’t innocent. Did I even have to go for seduction?
Or could I just bend her over and fuck her? I intended to guide her slowly to my bed, leading her to think she loved me, that I loved her, and then being so sweet while I destroyed her reputation. But it seemed like none of that was needed, so maybe I could just bend her over and take my frustrations out on her tight little body.
“So tell me, little pet. Why are you here?”
“To tell you that what happened before can’t happen again.” She took a step out of the last pew and a few more steps back. She hit the wooden door of the confessional booth.
“Is that so? I have a phone, you could have sent a text message,” I pointed out. “Or are you here to play with me? Did you want to see the look on my face when you told me that your pleasure already belonged to another man? Were you here to tell me that not only had you lured me from my vows with sins of the flesh, but you also made me a thief?”