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

her by the hair and dragged her to my bike, it wouldn’t change—I’d still punish and she’d still pray for me to hurt her.

“Hold onto the bars . . . I’m gonna fuck you just to hurt you right now, but I can’t have you fall.” She spread her arms wide and gripped the cold metal tight as I started to jackhammer from below.

You’re mine. Decide. I can’t take this anymore.

The thoughts made me get more vicious. I’d never wanted to hurt her as much as I did then. When I slowed, I pulled her down, blocked her in with my arms, and whispered, “You’re a cock-tease . . . and that, sister, is a very, very bad sin. You make me think impure thoughts when you show up with a wet pussy . . .” I ran my fingers up the middle of her pussy, pushed a couple inside, and kept strokin’ as I thought of the first time I touched it. I need to be back inside her.

“You’re a sinful seductress playin’ on my desires and my fuckin’ heart. You should be ashamed.” I reached down and slid my belt out of the loops and spun her away from me. When I touched her thighs they were tremblin’ and I roughly pushed them apart.

“Why are you shakin’ . . . sister?” I spit the words as I dragged the belt down her back and stepped away. Beautiful, baby. I flipped the black gown up to her shoulders and looped the belt over her head. “You like that mouth to be full? Huh, slut? Answer me!”

You know damn well you do!

“Yes, Sir . . . my mouth is just so lustful I can’t stop imagining how good your cock feels in it and how good your seed is.”

Bitch! You know I hate that word.

“What the fuck did you just say? Use the words we both know go through your mind when you finger that pussy quietly under the sheets . . . you don’t fantasize about my fuckin’ seed! Do you?”

She cut her eyes up to me and the tears made them shine in the light comin’ in from the sunrise. I smacked at her chin and grabbed it tight. “Answer me!”

“No . . . I imagine your cum going down my throat . . . I hear your gruff voice calling it unholy communion and that makes me feel so much better than it should. Please, punish me.”

“Hold on tight, sister.” I fed the belt between her lips like a bit and closed her mouth around it. “Use your teeth!”

I walked behind her, grabbed both ends of the leather strap, and thrust in hard enough to make her head hit the gate. Maybe I’ll knock somethin’ loose.

I was tryin’ to get outta my head and do it just for me like I do with everyone else. She’d still get off and I needed to take my heart out of it and just use her like a thing. I still can’t fuck her outta my heart. My cock started to slam in quick bursts that could leave bruises on my hips. Each one pushed her into the gate and I tried to do them harder. The more I thought about hurting her, the better I felt and looked forward to the punishment I’d dish out after she came for me. She felt too good and I choked up on the belt and yanked her head back.

“Come for me . . . sister . . . come on your confessor’s big cock . . . cleanse all those unclean thoughts from your mind for just a few seconds of lust and pleasure.” I wouldn’t stop until I’d made her feel just bad enough to appreciate the punishment I needed to give. “Let the whore outta the convent, sister . . . show me who you really are!”

I let go of the belt and grabbed up the veil with a fistful of hair. I wanted to strip her bare in every way I could, especially the filthy mind and that conflicted heart.

“Gimme the body, sister . . . the sins of the flesh . . . I feel you startin’ to pulse on my cock . . . get used to that word while I fuck your dirty cunt.” Weavin’ the seeds of guilt to serve penance for. “It’s almost time for communion . . . you better come for me or you’ll walk away like you never confessed . . . with all the nasty thoughts fuckin’ up your mind.”

She was pantin’ hard and I loved breakin’ her to put her back together again. My Gingersnap. Don’t go or you can’t come back.

I thrust harder and faster. It was all I could do not to come and I felt her soakin’ my balls and tightening on my cock. She was tryin’ to be quiet. She was tryin’ to hold it all in.

“Speak, sister! Confess! Don’t half-ass it!” I grabbed a hip and hooked my hand into the bone and squeezed hard. Just say you’ll give up all your vows!

She started to squeal and the panting was gettin’ fast as she milked my cock with her pussy. “Give in! Do it! Confess!”

“I love you . . . I want to leave . . . to be with you . . .”

She let out a near scream and I slammed in harder.“And what?”

“I want to be your shameful . . . sinful slut! I know I’ll go to Hell for you . . . I don’t care! I need you! I can’t pray you away.”

The more she fought to get the words out, the harder she slammed herself back onto my cock. She yelped as my grip tightened on her hip and then the pantin’ got faster and the words were impossible to understand. Exactly what