Page 83 of For I Have Sinned

The motion of her hand quickens, and her sucking becomes harsher, taking me closer to the edge.

“Fuck,” I curse, taking her hand off of me and replacing it with my own. “Open your mouth. Stick your tongue out.”

She obeys and just in time. I come all over her tongue, some of it covering her chin, which slowly drips down to her chest. I hold in my moans from the pleasure and the sight of the mess I made of her. Celine takes all I give her, and as the last bits of me fall to her tongue, the corners of her mouth tug up into a smile.

“Swallow,” I demand, and she swallows everything. Lifting my thumb, I collect the cum on her chin, then her chest, and shove it into her mouth. “Every last drop.”

She sucks on my thumb eagerly for a moment before she backs her head away. I immediately drop to my knees again, and I waste no time diving between her thighs. My mouth attaches to her clit, sucking harshly as I push a finger inside of her.

Celine slaps a hand over her mouth, her body trembling as I add another finger. I suck harder and make my thrusts rougher. The sound of her arousal echoes throughout the room, and with the way her legs are beginning to shake, I slow the motion of my fingers and lift my head.

“One more question, Celine. Do you think you can answer it truthfully?”

“Yes,” she responds.

“Do you think you deserve to come?”

She swallows and nods. “Yes, Father Alexander. I do.”

My movements completely stop, and her face fills with confusion. I sit back on my heels, taking my fingers out of her wet cunt and cleaning off her arousal.

“Wait!” she says, shuffling to the edge of the bed as I stand up and put myself back together. “What are you doing? I didn’t finish?”

“I warned you, Celine.” I tilt her chin. “Bad girls who lie don’t get to be pleasured.” I drop her head, walking towards the door, but stop and peer over my shoulder. “Now we both broke a promise today. Guess we’re even.”

The shocked look on her face doesn’t falter as I grin and exit the room.

Chapter 27

Father Alexander

I walk into the crowded dining hall a bit late because of what happened between Celine and me. After leaving her, I went back to my room to collect myself and shower before dinner, but it took me a while to leave the room.

Nerves wracked my body knowing that I’ll be seeing her again, and in the back of my mind, I wonder if I took the punishment too far.

In the moment, I was full of pride while getting payback for her breaking that promise, but now that I’ve had time to gather myself, I fear I may have overstepped.

Once I build the courage to go to dinner, I enter the dining hall to loud conversations bouncing off the stone walls. I immediately find Celine sitting with Joanna, Bekah, and Esther. Her face is blank; she isn’t even trying to keep up with the conversation, but then her eyes lift and find me.

Her mouth curves into a sly smile, causing her face to brighten. I don’t fight the smirk that tugs at my lips. I guess my worry was for nothing, because the expression on her face right now tells me what happened was okay, and she enjoyed it. And it makes my body ignite with excitement at the idea of getting her alone again.

I continue walking toward the back of the dining hall, stopping to grab a plate and pile some food on. Once satisfied, I take my usual seat next to Father Keaton and feel Celine’s eyes on my face.

When I glance in her direction, her eyes remain on me as she lifts a spoonful of food to her mouth and pushes it past her lips. Wrapping her mouth around the utensil, she sucks off whatever was on it, and her eyes roll back in pleasure.

Shifting in my seat, my body begins to hum, and it begs for her mouth to suck me like that again. The grip I have on my fork tightens as she tediously pulls the utensil from her mouth and then flattens her tongue against the back of the spoon.

Is she trying to get me hard during dinner? Because it’s working.

I can’t get enough of her, and she knows it. Doesn’t matter how many times I have her. I will always want more. She’s my new favorite drug. And I’m addicted.

My jaw ticks, and the little restraint that I had holding me back from finding her earlier today is about to snap. Air comes out heavily through my nose as my teeth grind together. A wicked grin spreads across her face as she returns to the conversation with the other women. She isn’t listening, this I know, but she does a damn good job at pretending.

Throughout dinner, I observe her. Whenever Father Keaton isn’t speaking to me and was turned the other way to talk with Sister Alice, my eyes were on Celine. She ignores me the rest of dinner, which pisses me off because how can she tease me like that and then pretend that I don’t even exist?

When the food was cleared from her plate, she got up without a glance in my direction and strutted out of the dining hall. Ten minutes pass before I can’t take it anymore. I need her again.

Excusing myself, I roam around the halls until I find her in the library. She stands at the center-island shelf in the middle of the room, dusting books. Quietly, I enter and slide my hands over her waist. Celine’s mouth falls open with a light intake of breath as my lips meet her neck.