Crucifixed (Royal Bastards MC: NYC Book 2) by B.B. Blaque (interesting books to read for teens txt) 📗

in the ass—that’s not where—I’d definitely be a prideful motherfucker to have her up against my sissy-bar. Her biggest sin is her lust for me. It’s way more than that. If Sister Antoinette had never taken advantage of me, there woulda been no stories for Fiona to hear. It all woulda been null and void. I’d be a priest and she’d be a nun—end of story. I wouldn’t have the hunger to punish her for all the times she went back to bein’ Sister Fiona and not my Gingersnap. Like right the fuck now! I wouldn’t still be so fuckin’ in love with her after all these years.

I coulda ratted her out. She woulda been on the streets with me.

She coulda died out there.

Better to have her come beggin’ and breakin’ my heart than to visit her grave.

Pay attention to the bitch at your boots. Don’t get sad, motherfucker.

I pulled Rock Candy’s face up and shoved her away from me. She didn’t disgust me or anything—she was just one of many willin’ vehicles for my fantasies. When I got to the shelf and grabbed a candle, I heard her take in a deep breath. You know you deserve the pain. My candles weren’t just the warm, soft religious candles—some were downright hot and borderline dangerous. A chick never knew when she lit them what she’d get. If it was a red beeswax candle, she’d have marks for a week. Those got my rocks off when I saw them under the stage lights.

The marks of one of my sinners.

I bet Fi’s are insane right now.

Wherever she is.

She looked hot in the shiny, vinyl habit and I couldn’t wait to punish her. Punish Fi outta my mind. My dick throbbed thinkin’ about how I’d slammed her against that gate and all those marks on her body. I was gettin’ harder as I stalked over to Candy on the floor. I undid my belt, pulled my zipper down, and opened the front of my jeans.

“Your fuckin’ mouth gets you in a lot of trouble . . . doesn’t it? You use it when and where you shouldn’t and you never think to close it for your own fuckin’ good.” I snatched up the the hair at the front of her head and the veil came off. “Kiss the cross . . . and get ready to take your punishment.”

Candy kissed the base of the cross tattoo on my stomach that pointed to my cock and licked up to the top. That always makes me tingle from head to toe and she knows it. I crouched down and grabbed her tongue. “Stick it out . . . that little muscle seems to be the root of a lot of your sinful ways.”

Fiona who?

I poured wax over her tongue and remembered Sister Antoinette doin’ it to me—a bolt of electricity shot to my cock. What doesn’t kill you makes you a strong and twisted motherfucker. Then I thought of the wax dripping over my dick and around my balls. Sins of the flesh. The root of evil. I didn’t lose my hard-on that night because I was thinkin’ about Fiona and how I couldn’t wait to do it to her.

Candy made talkin’ noises in her throat as I sprinkled the wax and watched it fall over her chin. The white looked like cum—I knew it was one of the cooler candles.

“Look at you, tryin’ to confess about what a whore you are . . . your tongue is payin’ the price and you’re still tryin’ to use the fuckin’ thing.”

Just like me.

Just like Gingersnap.

Fi!

No matter how much I was punished—I didn’t stop. I have scars coverin’ my back from the nun’s floggers and canes and I still kept fuckin’ those pious bitches. They said they realized what a sin it woulda been to waste my talents on priesthood.

Fiona begged me for much harder punishment than I ever expected, and she still can’t stop goin’ against her vows with that filthy tongue.

Those vows should be to me. Period.

Shoulda been.

I pulled my cock out and dragged it across Candy’s lips. Her eyes were closed—she knew better than to look at me unless I told her to or tapped her head. We’d played the game enough and she knew I wanted to see Fiona’s blue eyes starin’ at me, and Candy hadn’t had time to put in the contacts she sometimes wore. At least she plays the role to the hilt most of the time.

She’s not the same.

There’s no replacement.

Fuck my life!

I rubbed the head across her mouth and the crusted wax started to fall away. My hard-on was ragin’ and I shoved it deep down her throat with a quick snap of her head.

Punish what deserves to be punished.

Fi.

“Your dirty whore mouth feels so good on my cock . . . I know it’s not the only part of you that’s been sinful though . . . isn’t that right, baby?”

She let out a squeaky Umm-hmm.

“How many times has that pussy gotten off while I was gone? How many impure thoughts have you had?”

I pulled the belt out of my jeans, folded it in half, and popped it hard. Candy jumped, but didn’t try to move away from my cock. I can’t wait to bring the leather strap down on that bare flesh.

My hand went back to her neck and pushed so I’d go deeper down her throat. When I tapped the top of her head, she looked up and I saw tears runnin’ down from her eyes. Like Fiona. Black make-up mixed with them and it was like when I made Fiona dress slutty for me. Just for a few moments, I enjoyed holdin’ her head against me and lookin’ at her eyes. For those seconds, I was back inside Gingersnap