Chapter 20

Evangelina

I hate this feeling washing over me right now. I’m part scared, part turned on. I don’t know what it is about Benedict that has my body turning to liquid lava in his presence. When he kissed me earlier I wanted to keep kissing him.

I wanted to do a whole lot more than just kiss him.

However, I know I can’t. The man’s a priest.

And right now, in this room, I am more turned on than I’ve ever been. There’s this vibration happening throughout my body, making me come alive with desire.

I remember how Benedict instructed me to dance for him in his office, and I try my best to appear like I know what I’m doing.

I step closer to Benedict, letting my ass fall dangerously close to his groin. He smacks my ass, and my eyes light up. “Excuse me, Father,” I say to him, trying my best to be a little seductive. I don’t know if it’s working or not. Honestly, I feel like a fraud. Everyone’s eyes are on me, but the only set of eyes I care about are Benedict’s.

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.

I nod, licking my lips. “Yes, Father .”

“You fucking little slut ,” he says, crashing his lips to mine. His tongue opens my mouth, and then we’re kissing.

And it’s so good.

My body’s alive. Every cell vibrates with passion as he explores my mouth with his tongue. It’s needy. It’s so forbidden, but I don’t care.

I want this.

And if I’m going to hell, so be it, because I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more than this.

We continue the kiss, Benedict’s body hardening beneath me. I keep rocking myself along him as he pushes another finger inside me. I’m so close to coming undone.

“Benedict,” I moan into his mouth once he’s broken the kiss.

His eyes sear into mine as he leans back, letting his fingers get deeper inside me. The heel of his hand runs over my clit, and I unravel.

“I’m coming,” I shout out into the room, forgetting about all the other men watching us. I don’t even care.

If their eyes are on me, they’ll see how run away I am with lust for the priest. They’ll see that he’s able to do things to my body nobody else ever has.

They’ll see the truth, that I want him.

Cheers erupt throughout the room, and a few men even clap their hands together.

“Get it, Father,” one man says.

“Look at him getting her off,” another says.

Even Lazarus is watching, and I hope this is exactly what Benedict wanted. For these men to trust us both. Maybe now Benedict won’t have to watch from a hidden room, spying, waiting for these men to give him the info he so desperately wants.

I’m just a tool in that quest. A reason for him to gain their trust.

That thought tethers me back to the room, making the high of my orgasm crash down all around me.

“What’s wrong?” Benedict asks as soon as I stop rocking. He lets go of my neck, bringing his hand to the front of my body and letting it slide between my breasts. With his other hand he removes his fingers from inside me.

“Suck her clean from your fingers,” someone yells in the room.

Benedict’s eyes search mine, and he hesitates with his hand in front of him, his fingers drenched in my essence.

I barely nod, giving him my permission.

And then as if in slow motion, he places two fingers into his mouth and sucks them dry, and I nearly combust.

“What does she taste like?” a few men asks, and Benedict closes his eyes briefly.

“She tastes like mine ,” he says, removing his fingers from his mouth. He glances around the room with a small smile. “She tastes like my little slut, and nobody else will ever touch her again. Got that?”

There’s a roar of laughter from the men in the room, and my eyes widen at the fact that Benedict has just claimed me in front of everyone. Is that even doable?

“You’ve proved yourself,” Lazarus says to Benedict. “I think you’re not the type of priest I thought you were.”

Benedict laughs. “Definitely not. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go and fuck my little slut in private.” He hauls me over his shoulder, and carries me out of the room.

He keeps me over his shoulder the entire way up to the surveillance room before he sets me down. We enter the room and he locks the door, double checking to make sure it’s secure.

“Oh my god,” I say, not really sure what to even say at this point.

“I need a minute,” Benedict says, breathing in heavily through his nose and out his mouth, one hand leaning against the wall. “I was so turned on in there. I’m sorry.”

I move closer toward him, putting myself between him and the wall. “Never apologize. What happened in there was amazing.” I don’t want to tell him the orgasm was amazing too, even though it was the best in my life, but that what he achieved in there was amazing. “They trust you now. You don’t even need me anymore.”

His eyes go wild. “Are you kidding? I need you more than ever. Now when I’m in there, you’ll be in there with me. Kind of like my proof that they can trust me.”

“I’m sorry you have to do this.”

He inches closer. “Eva, I couldn’t think of any other way. When I thought about any of these men touching you it drove me crazy. You’re here helping me, and you don’t want that. Hell, you don’t even want me, but I appreciate you going along with it.”

I brush my lips over his. “Thank you,” I tell him, wanting desperately to tell him that I do, in fact, want him.

“So, next time we’ll need to act like two people who’ve been intimate with each other.”

I nod. “Okay. Will we have to put on a show like that again?”

He shakes his head. “I don’t think so. They trust us now.”

I want his hands on my body. I want his hand wrapped around my throat. I want his tongue in my mouth, and more than anything I want him calling me filthy names, but I can’t ask for any of that.

Not now that we’re alone.