Billionaire’s Sins by L. Steele

16

Edward

What the hell am I doing? Why had I agreed to listen to her confession? I should have left right then, though that might have been difficult, considering we were in my house. And no way, would I have asked her to leave, not after that almost accident. Thank God, nothing had happened to her. Thank the Lord, she’s on the other side of the screen on her knees. On. Her. Knees. My belly hardens. The knot that had gathered there since the day I’d seen her coils even tighter. It’s not too late. You can still leave. And what? Turn to God again? With what courage?

The one thing He’d asked of me, my loyalty, and I have tarnished it already.

No longer is there space for only Him… Where once He had been my sole focus day and night, there is now another.

As long as I’ve followed Him, I’ve never faced a challenge like this one.

Oh, I’ve had ample opportunity to turn away, to find my way back to the fold. But at every turn, I’ve come up against her—my feelings of her, my feelings for her, my need…my lust… My love… It is all that, and more. She’d been wrong in saying that I am interested in her. What I feel for her goes far beyond that. It is this shining something inside of her that only I can see. From the moment I’d sensed it, I’d known. And I’ve been fighting against it. And now, it is too late.

I rise to my feet, walk around to the confessional and pull the curtain aside. I find her kneeling, head lowered. Such a faithful lamb. Such a trusting woman. She is the ultimate Eve. Seductress. Temptress. Innocent and appealing. Lusty and guileless. Naive and wise, at the same time.

I step fully inside the booth, allowing the curtain to close behind me, then gaze down at her bent head.

A growl rips from my throat and she shivers. I lower my hand to her face, pinch her chin, and apply enough pressure for her to peek up at me from between her eyelashes. Her lips part; she gazes into my eyes. Her own shine a bright emerald in the murky light. She swallows, holding my gaze. The scent of her seems to intensify further and heat jolts in my belly. My thighs spasm; my stomach hardens. I reach down, push a strand of her hair behind her ear. She shivers.

"Edward—"

I shake my head, and she subsides.

I drag my finger down her cheek, down the slim column of her neck to the shadowed cleft between her breasts. She shudders, moans deep in her throat. The band around my chest tightens.

Is this it then? Do you want me to leave the only thing I have ever loved in my life? The safety, the seclusion, the meaning of what life is… You taught me that, and now you are abandoning me?

"Ed." She reaches out, places a palm on the tent at my crotch and a groan rips out of me.

"You will not move until I give you permission," I hiss.

She pales, retracts her hand, then nods. "As you wish, Father."

A shudder grips me. It shouldn’t please me when she calls me that, but it does. How it does. And how damned I am for it. I am going to Hell, no doubt about it. If this is what is intended for me, then so be it.

I press my thumb down on her lower lip. "Open."

She parts her lips.

My groin hardens. I slide my digit inside her mouth, and she swirls her tongue around it. She bites down on my thumb and my dick lengthens. My belly knots. I tug my thumb from her mouth, lower my zipper. The sound echoes around the empty space.

She swallows, then gazes up at me, her green eyes glowing in the gathering darkness. So hot, so illicit. Apparently, the parts of me I thought I’d hidden away, have been right there, under the surface, waiting to reveal themselves. All they had needed was the right trigger. In this case, her.

Everything I had sacrificed and deprived myself of, everything I’d starved myself of and emptied out, to make space for Him… All of it…had been for nothing. I thought I’d come closer to Him, to perfection, and that had been my failing. For in the very act of aiming to aspire to be like Him, I’d allowed my ego to intrude. I’d dared to think I was anywhere close to Him, and that had been my greatest shortcoming. I am very much a man, with all of the imperfections and weaknesses… It’s just that it had all been carefully hidden behind the cloak I had donned. I had allowed myself to be taken in by the image I had presented to the world… I had begun to believe in my own story, the one I’d spun for my flock. So much so, I’d thought I could fool God into believing it too… I should have known better. All this time, I’d been setting myself up for a fall and not realized it…

Until she came along. Oh, how I hate her, how I am grateful to her. How I need to find a way to reward her. But first... I pull out my cock, and pump it once, twice.

Her breathing grows heavy. Her chest heaves. She reaches her hand out, and I click my tongue. "So greedy, so impatient... Oh, my darling, Eve."

"Ava," she whispers. "My name’s Ava."

"The enchantress who caused my downfall."

She stiffens, lifts her chin, "Edward… I—"

"Shh," I admonish her, "don’t talk."

She purses her lips and nods.

I reach down, dig my fingers into the back of her hair and apply pressure. She moves closer, tips up her chin. I drag the crown of my cock across her lips and she licks up the trail of precum. My balls tighten and my groin hardens.

"Open," I growl, and she parts her lips. I feed my cock to her. Piston my hips forward and the head of my cock bumps up against the back of her throat. She chokes; spit drools from the corners of her mouth, but I don’t release her. Something about how she stares up at me with tears dripping from her eyes, turns me on even further. My dick thickens and my thighs spasm. I tug on her hair, yank her head back and a groan bleeds from her.

I push her head forward and my dick disappears inside her mouth.

Dear God, why is that the single most erotic thing I have ever seen in my life?

Will you forgive me for using Your name for when I am the most aroused I have ever been? Not even during the times before I’d become a priest, when I’d experimented with my sexuality, when I’d tried to understand what it was that I had been missing all my life… The searching that had finally led me to You, my Lord… Never, at any of those times, had I felt like this. Is it wrong that I am breaking this vow, right here under Your roof? Can a relationship as close as ours break overnight? If I walk away from You after this, will You ever forgive me? How can I continue doing what I do, knowing I have broken my vow to You? Of everything I’ve done…this…this feels the most wrong. I’d pledged to keep myself empty, to stay a vessel for Your presence… Yet here I am, turning my back on everything I once held dear. Will You ever forgive me, my Lord, for I cannot stop myself? Will You think less of me, now that I have strayed from Your path?

I thrust in and out of her mouth, and she lets me. She holds my gaze, allows me to use her, as I increase the pace. In-out-in, my fingers clenched in her hair, as I slap my hand out and smack my palm into the wall next to me. My heart thuds in my chest, my pulse rate ratchets up, lust…heat…adrenaline laces my blood, as I pump in and out of her mouth.

I pull out until I am poised at the edge of her lips, then plunge back in. Her entire body jolts. Her chest heaves, more spit drools from her mouth to wet her dress. She juts out her chin, and the underside of my cock scrapes across her teeth. My thigh muscles coil and a ripple of heat seizes me. The tension curled at the base of my spine tightens, knots, curls in on itself until I can’t breathe, can’t think. Can’t do anything but pull out of her and grip the base of my cock. "Fuck!" I growl aloud. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." I lurch back as I squeeze down to stop myself coming.

I tug her head back and she glances up at me.

"Open your mouth," I growl.

She parts her lips, tips her chin –up, and my balls draw up. I pump myself one last time then pull out as I come.