“No. No, no, no,” I whisper, realizing I’m back. Back in that horrible place, into that never-ending tunnel maze, where no one can find me, where no one will ever—
The shadows on the walls writhe through the spacious room. As if a beast lives here and I’ve just woken it up from slumber. I follow them with my eyes, hoping to see a body, but there’s no one inside. A shiver crawls up my spine. I glance down at my body, and I realize I’m naked from the waist down. Whoever took me, took me exactly the way I went to sleep: in my burgundy nightgown.
To my right, there’s an altar. The candles crowning it makes it glow as if it’s a breathing organ, their light spilling across the polished stone walls like blood smeared on marble. I blink and shapes emerge from the darkness. Wooden pews stretch before my eyes, the shapes of saints and martyrs haunting the empty seats.
Why am I in a church? Why am I naked and tied up in a church late at night?
My pulse quickens and my breath comes out in soft gasps when the sound of footsteps echoes to my ears.
I won’t be afraid.
I won’t be afraid.
I won’t be afraid.
A low growl rumbles close to my ear from behind me. I close my eyes and grind my teeth.
“Hello, little angel.” Rowan’s voice registers simultaneously with the warm finger coming between my pussy lips, gliding across my clit.
Instantly my body sags with relief, and I’m held by my pussy like a bird with her feet coiled around a forest branch. Moisture dampens his skin, making my cheeks burn.
You’re… you’re in a holy place, Dove. Shit.
Two hollow eyes meet mine when he comes around my suspended body, his mask looking grim and psychotic, making my fear return. Flashbacks of the night he saved me strike through my mind. I remind myself he’s not a danger, but my body doesn’t seem to want to listen this time.
His voice pulls me back a little when he asks, “Afraid of me, Dove?”
I shake my head.
“Use your words. Or I’ll take them away from you.”
“W-What are we doing here?”
His hands take my breasts out of my nightgown, one by one. They hang heavily in his wide palms, soft against his callused skin. My nipples harden as he swipes his thumbs over them. It’s such an erotic thing to have your breasts out while having the rest of your torso covered up. The action does things to me—things like making me rub my thighs together and scolding myself in my mind.
“Rewriting history,” he says plainly. “I never want you to be afraid when you’re in the dark. So I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to use you. And I’m going to show God you’re mine, no matter how much he likes to think otherwise.”
Rowan
I leave her hanging with her breasts out as I go behind her to pull the other end of the rope. It has an anal hook attached to it. If she moves, it will hurt her, so for her sake, I hope she doesn’t. I want her still while I use her holes in every way I can think of.
God, I fucking love this—stealing away her last bit of innocence in the church where she’ll marry me in a few days. I haven’t even told her yet, but she’s already mine… I forged the marriage papers and made sure she gets everything I own if I die. The wedding is for her. Because she deserves the world, and I’m nothing if not a madman completely obsessed with his wife.
“Open wide, angel,” I tell her as I bring the anal hook to her mouth. “Get this hook nice and wet for your little asshole.”
“It… it still hurts.”
I smile but ignore her implied plea. “I know it does. Now show me your pink tongue.”
She knows what to do if she doesn’t want it. But my girl loves a little pain when I use her. She likes to feel it all. Otherwise I wouldn’t be staring at the way her soft lips open up for me right now.
“Oh?” I ask with false surprise. “You’re really going to let me fuck your aching ass right here in the church?” It makes her squirm with embarrassment, her breasts swaying lazily from the movement. My cock grows harder at the sight. “That’s so embarrassing, Dove. You know that, right?”
Her whimpers cause my body to roar to life. I smile behind my mask. I wanted to bring her here so I could replace the monster in her nightmares with the one she’s known for the past few months. The one who loves her, kills for her, kneels for her… I won’t be able to hold her through the night when I’m gone. But at least there’s this. At least she’ll wake up to dreams ofmeclaiming her before God’s almighty eyes.
I praise her when she takes the hook into her mouth and starts sucking on it like a good girl. I leave it in and grab her thighs, pulling them apart. Her swollen clit welcomes me again, but I ignore it this time. I push two fingers into her drenched cunt, pumping them in and out. Her body rocks back and forth from the movement. The thought of seeing how many fingers she can take comes to mind, but I know she wouldn’t be able to take it right now, not before the cure settles in her body and takes that fucking virus out.
I only stop to slap her dampening cunt.
