Crucifixed (Royal Bastards MC: NYC Book 2) by B.B. Blaque (best books to read for self development .TXT) 📕

been doin’ that made you need to show up like this to confess?” I reached in and lifted my cock outta my jeans. “Don’t touch it . . . tell me . . . what have you done, sister? It’s been far too long since your last confession.”

The dirtiest thoughts were the ones I wanted to hear. The things that’d make me wanna punish her hard. I hated to wait between her visits, the rest of the slits I used were piss-poor substitutions for her. The longer I waited, the harsher I was on her penance.

Do her.

Punish her.

Kick her the fuck out!

“It’s been a hundred and twelve days since my last confession . . . I’ve counted every one and they’ve made me crazy with lust and impure thoughts like you wouldn’t believe.” She lifted her blue eyes to mine and quickly looked to the ground again. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you . . . when I left the last time, I was so sore and it lasted for days. I couldn’t help it . . . the more I felt it, the more sins I committed.”

“Spit it out, sister! Make me a believer. You know I expect you to tell me specifically what you did. In case you forgot, I’m not a real priest and you can’t just water shit down for me. Tell me the dirty words and things you thought of.” I rubbed my cock slowly around her lips and thought about how hard it was for her to say the words. I raised my voice, “How. Did. You. Sin?”

“Every time I moved or sat down, I could still feel you stretching me inside. I was so lost in thoughts of you and nothing seemed to make it go away. I masturbate—”

I cut her off before she could finish the sentence.

“Don’t use sterile words. What. Did. You. Do, sister? Tell me or you won’t get any of it. I can find a lot of beds to sleep in as soon as I walk out that door. If you don’t believe it, watch me.”

One last time.

“I fingered . . . finger-fucked my . . . pussy. I played with my clit and shoved three fingers inside myself and even in my ass. Is that what you want to hear? Everywhere you hurt and defiled me, I touched again and again. Surely I’m possessed.”

The more she tried my patience, the harder I got. I loved to hear her struggling while she tried to say the words that were probably like poison in her mouth. I knew once I was inside of her, they’d flow like holy water.

“How many times? What were you thinking of . . . tell me, you sinful slut! What did you wanna feel inside that filthy cunt?”

I smacked her mouth hard with my dick and her bottom lip quivered.

“I fucked my pussy 258 times since my last confession and every impure thought was about you, Crucifix. Your cock filling me and pounding me so hard I’d cry . . . your cock in my mouth and how good it is when you just do it even when I beg you to stop. I’m helpless to stop doing it! You’re all I think about and I tried to walk around with my panties on so I wouldn’t feel it so much, but the friction against my skin was too much. I was wet constantly. I’ve tried to stay naked and it didn’t help. My lust for you and your cock is almost unbearable. I don’t know how I can ever atone for it.”

She was almost in tears, but the words were breakin’ free. The nastiness that made her choke on them shot straight to my dick. I wanted her to be helpless and finally give in completely.

If she leaves—she can’t come back. I can’t take this shit anymore.

“Absolution will all depend on you, and you know it.” I grabbed the back of her head and started to bounce her mouth on my cock as it pushed its way to her throat. “All will be forgiven and you know the price. Break your vows completely, sister . . . come be mine. It’s where you belong now. That. Should be. Your. Confession!”

I was gettin’ pissed off just thinkin’ about how much she kept from me. “Confess, you dirty bitch! Tell me you know it’d take all of this impure bullshit away. Just give in to me!”

I pulled her to stand and pushed up the stupid gown. It was a symbol of everything that had broken both of us. It also drove me to punish the fuck outta her and any other chick I got to dress the part for me. It all came back to the fuckin’ skeezy, sleazy nun—Sister Antoinette.

Rot. In. Hell.

Time to show her how fuckin’ real what she wants is. It was part of what she came for and I’d make damn sure she came all over my cock and suffer for it. I lifted her off the ground and slammed her back against the iron gate.

“You shoulda been mine since the start . . . and you will be, whether you like it or not. I had to leave you when I did, but make no mistake, I’ll kidnap your ass and you won’t have a choice.”

I would so do that. She has no clue.

I held her hips and slammed her down hard onto my cock. She was so wet that I slid right in, lifted her again, and made it more vicious when I thrust into her. It wasn’t in me to make love to her or anyone. Gingersnap woulda been tortured even more without the brutality and punishment I loved to give. It made sense—we learned together and were so entwined that it couldn’t have worked any other way. When I finally snatched