Chapter 30

Evangelina

I’ve never done anything like this before in my life. This action-packed sex is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.

And I love it.

I’m needy for it.

I’m a slave to it.

Benedict could throw me onto the floor like he did that pillow and beg me to suck him off, and I would.

When did I become so greedy for him? My body’s so close to coming unglued I can’t stand it.

I beg for him to make me come, but he only laughs at me.

“You’ll come when I tell you to,” he says as he repositions our bodies. The way he flings me around the bed like I weigh nothing is a major turn on.

“I need to come now,” I tell him, my clit aching and throbbing.

He’s on top of me now, about ready to slam his dick into me again, but he stalls. “Eva,” he whispers before moving one hand up my body, through the valley of my breasts, and he wraps his fingers around my throat. “I own you.”

My eyes widen, and honestly he’s right. He does own me now. I will never want anyone like the way I want this man. “Please,” I beg of him. At this point I no longer know what I’m begging for.

Him.

To make me come?

I don’t know.

I just need more of this connection between the two of us. I need it all.

I want it all.

A tear threatens to escape. I won’t let this man see me cry for him, even though my chest expands, love trying to seep in, but I can’t fall for a priest.

Benedict watches all these crazy emotions I’m having play out all over my face. He doesn’t move, just watches. “You’re okay.” He soothes me with his words.

“I don’t know if I am.” I’m being honest. This sex is having an insane effect on me. I don’t know what to do.

Part of me wants to cry. The other part wants him to call me filthy names and fuck me ragged. I’m at war with myself, and I’m begging for more of this torture.

“I own you,” he says again as he pushes his behemoth of a dick inside me. Seriously this thing is like trying to fit the ocean into a teacup.

I spread my legs more, accepting him into me, my body pulsing and throbbing with the need to come. To release. My orgasm is looming, nearly on the horizon as I thrust my hips to meet his.

“You make me so damn hard, Eva. So fucking hard, and now I’m going to fuck you completely. Fill you up completely that you’ll never stop thinking about this for the rest of your life.” He keeps pumping slowly inside me, my body needing him desperately to speed up.

“I’m so close,” I tell him, but he keeps moving at the speed of molasses as he pushes his dick deeper inside me.

He breaks loose, moving into me at such speed that my orgasm rips right through me. I scream out his name, but he’s relentless, bucking into me with the force of a stallion. I scrape my nails down his back as he keeps fucking me like he’s got something to prove. He keeps hammering away and his eyes close momentarily.

“Fuck,” he grits out as the first wave of his orgasm crashes through him. He keeps coming, his release never stopping as he thrusts into me a few more times.

Finally our bodies calm, but before he pulls out of me, he looks down at me.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he whispers, his face inches from mine.

“I’m yours.” I gaze into his blue eyes. They look as light as the ocean. And the more I stare into them, the more I can see forever in them.

But that’s silly.

This isn’t forever.

This is one man’s weakness. Benedict couldn’t resist me anymore, and I’m sure once it’s all said and done, he’ll regret ever meeting me.

It’s been two days since I’ve had sex with Benedict, and every second that passes, the memory of it clings to my skin like the softest silk. It’s maddening. The way his hands moved over me, possessive yet gentle, knowing exactly how to make me unravel with a single touch. I can still hear the low growl of his voice, whispering those dirty things in my ear, things that made me feel desired in ways I never thought possible.

Every time I close my eyes, I’m back there, lost in the heat of him, the way our bodies moved together like they were made for each other. I can’t stop thinking about it. About him . It’s like he’s imprinted on me, and no amount of distraction can shake the memory.

And now, here we are, getting ready to head to the club for another night of work. I don’t want to go. If I had it my way, we’d stay here, wrapped up in each other’s arms for the rest of the evening, hell, for the rest of forever. But duty calls, and the real world waits for no one, not even for us. I let out a small sigh, trying to push aside the ache of wanting him again, even though he’s just in the next room.

Standing in front of the mirror, I adjust the wig on my head, tugging it slightly to make sure it’s situated just right. The short black strands fall perfectly, framing my face, concealing my real hair beneath. I stare at my reflection, barely recognizing the woman looking back at me. The disguise is necessary, I remind myself. But it doesn’t make it any less strange to see myself like this, like someone else entirely, hiding in plain sight.

As I apply a final touch of lipstick, my mind drifts back to Benedict. I can’t help it. The way he looks at me, like I’m the only thing in the world that matters, sends shivers down my spine. It’s more than just the sex. There’s a connection between us, something raw and undeniable, something that scares me and excites me all at once.

I hear his footsteps behind me, and the air seems to thicken with his presence. Even without looking, I know it’s him. I feel him. His eyes on me, the heat of his gaze burning into my back, I know he’s there. I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself, but my body betrays me. The familiar tingle of anticipation starts low in my belly, spreading through me like wildfire.

“Almost ready?” His voice is low, a rough edge to it that sends a thrill straight through me.

I glance at him in the mirror, catching his reflection as he leans against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest. He’s wearing a black suit, and damn if he doesn’t look good in it. There’s an intensity in his eyes, the kind that makes me want to close the distance between us and kiss him senseless right here, right now.

“Yeah,” I manage to say, my voice sounding breathier than I intended. “Just finishing up.”

He pushes off the doorframe, taking a few slow steps toward me. The tension between us is electric, and my pulse quickens with every inch he closes. “You sure about that?” he asks, his voice teasing, but there’s a dark hunger in his eyes that I recognize all too well.

I swallow hard, my grip tightening on the edge of the counter as he comes to stand behind me. He doesn’t touch me, not yet, but the heat of him is overwhelming, and I have to fight the urge to lean back into him, to give in to the pull that’s always there between us.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be ready for you,” I admit, my voice barely a whisper.

A slow smile curves his lips, and he reaches out, his fingers brushing lightly over the bare skin of my arm. “Good,” he murmurs, leaning in closer, his breath warm against my neck. “Because I don’t think I can ever get enough of you, either.”

I shiver at his words, my heart pounding in my chest. God, why does he have this effect on me? Just his touch, his voice, and I’m melting, completely undone. I turn my head slightly, meeting his gaze in the mirror, and the intensity of it takes my breath away.

“Benedict…” I start, but whatever I was going to say fades into nothing as he leans down, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss to my neck.

“We should go,” I manage to say, my voice shaky as his lips trail along my skin. But even as I say the words, I know neither of us really wants to leave. Not yet. Not when the air between us is crackling with this kind of tension.

His hands slide to my waist, pulling me back against him, and I can feel every hard line of his body against mine. “We can be a little late,” he murmurs, his lips brushing my ear, and my resolve weakens.

I close my eyes, feeling the heat of his body radiating through me as I press my ass back against him. The hard ridge of his arousal meets my curves, and a surge of pleasure shoots straight to my core. His low, guttural growl vibrates against my ear, and it’s like tossing a match into dry tinder. Every inch of me responds, tightening, aching with the need for him.

His hands grip my hips, firm but gentle, guiding my movements as I grind against him, and I can feel just how much he’s holding back. His restraint is tantalizing, making me want him even more. “Don’t stop,” I moan, my voice breathless, desperate for more.

“Don’t plan on it,” he whispers, his breath hot against the sensitive skin of my neck. His voice is a rough promise, dark and hungry, and it sends shivers down my spine. I can feel the pulse of his desire in every word, and it matches my own heartbeat, erratic and needy.

He pushes the hair of my wig aside with a smooth motion, exposing the delicate skin beneath. His lips follow the path of his fingers, peppering slow, deliberate kisses along the curve of my neck. Each kiss is like a spark, igniting a fire in me that I can’t control. My skin is on fire, and every point of contact sends a new wave of heat coursing through my veins.

I arch my neck, giving him more access, my body craving every touch, every kiss. The tension between us is electric and the air in the room feels thick with it. His lips linger on a particularly sensitive spot, and I can’t help the soft whimper that escapes me.

“God, you feel so good,” I murmur, turning around to face him as my hands slide up to his forearms.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he growls against my neck, his voice low and full of restrained need. His hands slide up my sides, fingers brushing lightly over my waist, sending goosebumps scattering across my skin.

The heat between us is unbearable. My entire body feels like it’s humming, on the verge of combusting. My mind is consumed with thoughts of him— of us —wrapped up in this intoxicating moment. I’m so turned on, the ache between my thighs growing more insistent by the second. The way he touches me, the way he claims me with every kiss, is driving me wild.

I can feel his lips curve into a smug smile against my skin as his hands slide down, skimming over my hips before slipping beneath the hem of my blouse. His fingers splay across my stomach, the touch sending a jolt of pleasure through me. “You’re so damn sexy,” he murmurs, his voice rough with desire.

The way his body molds to mine, how every inch of him feels like it was made to fit against me, it’s overwhelming. I don’t want him to stop. I don’t want this feeling to ever end.

It’s as if he’s on the same page. He moves his hands under my blouse, sliding over the lace of my bra. “I need to be inside you, Eva. I have to feel you.”

I nod, my eyes meeting his hungry ones. “Yes,” is all I say. Yes to all his questions. Yes to everything, because I want everything with this man.

He nudges me against the counter of my bathroom, his hands sliding underneath the cups of my bra so he can massage both breasts in his hands. He toys with the nipples, his mouth dragging kisses over my neck. “You’ve got me so fucking hard, Eva. Now that I’ve had you, I’ll never be able to stop.”

I know he’s just caught up in the moment, but does he mean it? What about his calling? What about his faith?

I push all the thoughts about the future away and let Benedict have his way with me. He removes his hands from under my blouse as he makes quick work of his zipper, pulling his pants and boxers down in one rapid movement. He fists his dick in his hand, and then he lifts me onto the counter. “Spread those fucking legs for me.”

I do as he asks, and he pushes my skirt up, positioning himself between my legs. I lean back, letting my ass scoot closer to the edge of the counter so he can get better access.

He positions himself right at my entrance, and in one single thrust he’s all the way inside me, his body stalling for a moment. “Fuck, you feel so damn good. The way your pussy grips me is like magic.”

I gaze into his crystal-blue eyes, and he presses his forehead against mine as he picks up speed.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he whispers across my lips, our bodies moving in tandem, finding a rhythm that has me barreling toward my orgasm.

He keeps pumping inside me, his dick hitting just the right spot. I wrap my arms around his shoulders, keeping him close. My legs wrap around his back as he keeps fucking me. It’s a quick fuck, but I love it.

I love being able to do this with him. My imagination runs away with the fantasy, and I picture him coming home from a late night of work. Or maybe we’re getting ready to go out for a night on the town, and just like tonight, he can’t wait to bury himself inside me. I imagine us at a club, heading to the bathroom because we can’t keep our hands off each other.

Seriously, it’s how I feel every time I’m around him.

I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get enough of him.

His hands stay planted on my ass, squeezing, tugging me closer toward him as he keeps thrusting his dick deeper inside me.

Over and over. Deeper and deeper.

I don’t ever want it to stop.

“I’m so close,” I grit out.

His forehead is still against mine as our mouths are inches apart, breathing the same air. “Come all over me,” he whispers before claiming my lips with his.

Our kiss is fervent, a clash of need and desire that consumes us both. His lips crash against mine, hot and demanding, as if we’ve been starving for this moment. My hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, and he responds by gripping my waist, pulling me flush against his body as his dick pounds inside me.

I can feel the heat radiating from him, the tension in his muscles as he holds me, like he’s afraid to let go. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, deepening the kiss, and a low, throaty moan escapes me. The taste of him—warm, intoxicating—is addictive, and I can’t get enough.

Every stroke of his tongue against mine sends sparks of electricity through my body, igniting a fire that’s been simmering for too long. His hands roam over my back, one sliding down to cup my ass, pulling me even tighter against him. The intensity between us grows, the kiss turning wild and heated, full of pent-up passion that we’ve been holding back.

I’m breathless, my heart pounding as our kiss becomes more frenzied. His teeth graze my lower lip, sending a shiver down my spine, and I gasp into his mouth, only for him to kiss me even harder.

He leans over me, his dick plunged inside me to the hilt. He kisses me hard. Rough. His tongue explores as his hands grip me tighter as he deepens the kiss. It’s all-consuming.

My orgasm crashes into me, blinding me for a split second as it all comes to a mighty explosion. My heart hammers inside my chest, desperate to break free, as my body pulses and thrums. I’ve never been more turned on in my life. I’m needy for this man, and I realize he could do anything he ever wanted to me, and I’d come back, begging for more.

It’s clear to me that I’ve gone and fallen for a priest, and I don’t know what to do about that.