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

“Get off my dick and bend over the prayer bench . . . you need to atone, don’t you?” I let her go and pushed her over to kneel for me. While she got situated, I grabbed a candle and thought about what I was gonna do. “Don’t answer that . . . you know what that filthy mouth can get you.”

I want to hurt her. I want to get rid of the crushing pain in my heart.

Shoulda been simple, “Crucifix, I love you. I’m staying.”

I pulled her hips back and slammed my cock inside the soaked pussy kneeling in front of me. When I lifted the candle, I didn’t give her a head’s up and it was one of the beeswax ones. She shrieked and clamped tight around my cock. That’s it, baby. Take the pain you deserve.

“Pray that your sins can be washed away . . . you can’t help bein’ the filthy whore you are and that’s why I’ll keep punishing you . . . I don’t expect you to ever get it right. You’ll go home when I’m done with you and finger-fuck that pussy until it floods. You’ll need to confess again sooner or later . . . and I’ll gladly hear you out.”

I was thrustin’ hard and some of the wax fell onto my cock. I slammed in again with more force.

I never got it right. Gingersnap never got it right.

Sister Fiona gets punished and tries to pray me away.

I had to walk away.

“I’ll always be into hearin’ about your dirty thoughts and how they make you cream . . . and denyin’ your pleas to come when you’re with me. You have to learn somehow and it won’t be for lack of tryin’ on my end.”

I was gonna let her get almost there and say fuck you, bitch. Nope. You ain’t gonna come on my cock and then blow my load down her throat. My belt would get a workout after I was done. It was all goin’ nice-nice, and then a voice came over the intercom and interrupted my roll.

“Crucifix. Ya got company down here.”

Oh, for fuck’s sake! The cocksucker couldn’t wait?

“Get ready for communion . . . it appears I’ve got shit to do.” I rammed in a few fast times and was intentionally brutal as I hit bottom. Punish the pussy. I kept thrusting and my mind went to Fi and what a nasty whore she can be for me. How hard she tries to fight it and how bad she wants it. I imagined grabbin’ a fistful of that long red hair and pulled Candy off the kneelin’ bench and in front of my cock. “Suck it . . . drain it dry!”

I came hard down Candy’s throat and held her head firmly against me so she wouldn’t be able to dribble a drop. She smacked at her leg and then grabbed my ass in a death grip while I nearly choked her. Then there was Rattler’s voice on the intercom again.

Motherfucker!

“I told you there’s company for ya.”

I walked over and pressed the button to call back. “Yeah . . . no shit. I got that the first time.”

“It’s a fuckin’ nun . . . like a real one . . . says it’s important. She’s freakin’ the fuck out, man. She asked for Giovanni.”

Candy was still on her knees and I went over and ruffled her hair. “Sorry, kid. Looks like you’re on your own. Sorry to leave ya hangin’, but I gotta find out what this shit’s about.”

For the love of all that’s holy. What the fuck now?

7

Sweet Sister Isabella

I ran downstairs and Hazard grabbed me and pulled me over to the bar. “Man, this lady is losin’ it, bro’! I put her in the champagne room . . . needless to say, she wasn’t happy about it. She’s a fuckin’ nun! Who woulda ever thought a nun would show up in the Mounds?”

I glanced over to Cassie, raised two fingers, and she brought me a double shot of Jack. Fi wouldn’t dare call me Giovanni or come back when we’re open. A random nun showin’ up during business hours and callin’ me by name was at least worth a double shot.

How am I still even standin’ right now?

“You guys said she was trippin’… did she say what she wanted? I know I didn’t knock up any of those black habits.” I tried to joke it off, but I was tryin’ to get some kinda idea before I went back there. “Was she wearin’ a habit? I mean, maybe she’s fuckin’ with me ‘cause of my name.”

After the night before and not seein’ Fi when I went to look at the convent, I was goin’ outta my mind. What she did by comin’ to me that way was crazy and, I didn’t want her crazy to get her hurt.

“Crucifix, man, she was wearin’ the whole deal. She’s not fuckin’ with you . . . you shoulda seen the look on her face when I took her to the back. She’s probably on her knees prayin’ as we speak.”

I had to just go in and see what was up, so I dropped that double shot, lit a smoke, and turned to Hazard. “Well, lemme go check on what this is all about. Wish me luck and say a prayer.”

I didn’t give him a chance to answer, just turned and walked to the back. My heart was racin’ as I walked through the beaded curtain to find her sittin’ with her hands clasped. She was prayin’ like Hazard thought she’d be.

“Hi, sister . . . I’m Giovanni. No disrespect, but I don’t go by that name anymore. You can call me Crucifix.” She