Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 52190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
I slip on the moss that covers the stone steps, swinging inside where the door has long rotted away and press my back onto the stone wall, sliding sideways. The inside is relatively intact if you don’t count the vines that have intruded through a few cracks in the mortar. There’s an altar at the front, the stone wall is broken away and grass has crept over the floor making it look like a green carpet blankets the entire area in front of the carved cross and altar at the front of the small church.
I steady my breath, my belly quivering from the run, my tennis shoes damp and my white skirt clings to the sheen of sweat that’s covering my body.
The birds chirping somewhere in the rafters mixes with a few crickets hiding out in the corners as blood rushes in my ears, my heart pounding into my throat.
His footfalls come before I hear my name and I burst from the corner of the church toward the open wall at the front just as Martin barrels through the open doorway.
“Kitty?” I’m slipping on the stone as he catches sight of me, confusion twisting his features. But, God, he’s fast, he got here in like ten seconds. “What are you doing? Are we playing chase?”
CHAPTER 15
Martin
Her tits heave up and down as I grab her arm before she can tear through the broken-down wall.
I don’t think she’s playing. The idea of a little chase and capture has my dick rising but from the way she’s throwing daggers with her narrow green eyes I’m not thinking we’re quite on the same page with that yet.
“What the fuck?” I hiss, the rage and terror in her eyes makes me pause, but the fuck if I’m letting go. “Where are you going? Thirty seconds ago you were fine.”
She twists on a grunt, her face in a grimace. “I wasn’t fine. I was pretending to be fine.”
“Why would you pretend anything with me? I told you, no judgement. That’s not just for the fucking journals little dove. That’s for you. For us.”
She’s unleased a monster inside of me. We’re not leaving her without my cum inside her. I won’t go out into the world until she’s mine. I’m officially free and it’s time to bathe my virgin dick in her innocent little honey pot and I’m not taking no for an answer.
There’s a choir of voices shaming me inside my head but I’ll deal with my guilt later. I’ve waited so fucking long for her, for this, there’s nothing that could stop me now.
“We’ve been doing all this—” She throws her free arm around as she battle and tugs to get away from me but I only pull her body closer. “Stuff. But, you never, you haven’t…” She lets out a frustrated groan. “You won’t commit. I can’t be with a priest!”
She’s kicking and screaming like a feral cat but I know what she needs. What we both need.
“I’ve broken my vows officially, now I’m going to break you. And me….”
“Vows! Ha!” She laughs. “Exactly. You’ve made your vows. You haven’t said one thing about making vows with me!”
Her face is flushed, eyes wild. Her brat is out in full battle armor and part of me wants to laugh but she’s got a point. I’ve not handled this well, and I’m still juggling the how to’s and final details but leaving my position with the church was the hurdle I needed to jump before I could take the next step.
“Stop fighting.” I tug at her arm as she grimaces, her ass jiggling under the white skirt and more than ever, I need to mark her as mine before we go back to the church or face any other humans. “That cherry you’ve been saving is mine, isn’t it?”
I wrestle both her wrists into my hand as I reach up and grip the neckline of her shirt, jerking it forward, buttons flying then proceed to tear it from her torso, leaving her tits swinging free.
She freezes for a moment, I seize the chance, leading her to the grass in front of the altar, the sun streaming in through the broken wall in a golden warmth on the blanket nature has laid there just for us.
She’s still mad as hell but I see that tangle of scared little girl in her eyes and I know that she’s been a handful for a while.
“Why did you run?”
“Because you don’t really want me. And I’m tired of giving and giving.”
“What are you talking about? You are everything. I gave up my life for you. The life I had. I’d go tot hell and back for you little dove. Now, stop!”
She kicks at my shins and I’ve had enough. I’m going to give her what she needs.
I scoop her up, her bare tits pressed into my shoulder as I rip her skirt away leaving her in the little polka dot panties I picked out, then tangle those off her twisting legs and throw her over my shoulder.