“I feel ready,” she said.
“You’re getting there. Especially when I stroke your needy little bud. You like that, don’t you?”
“I love it, but I want more. I need your prick inside me. Please.”
Desire swelled inside her as she imagined him leaning over her, a sweltering shelter of sinew and flesh. His green eyes pierced her, searching out her secrets. He was both safety and danger, and it was a thrilling combination.
“Since you asked nicely, I fit my cock to your hole and push in. I do it slowly, watching you take me inch by inch.” Pleasure roughened his voice. “You are hot and tight, made to take me.”
“You’re so thick and long, and even though you’re stretching me, I want all of you.”
“I plant myself deep. Claim you.”
His possession sent a dizzying wave of pleasure through her.
“I’ve never belonged to anyone before,” she admitted. “You fill the emptiness inside me.”
“Christ.” A note of strain entered his voice. “You’re gripping me like a wet, slick fist.”
“You feel so big and hard as you thrust inside me.” Passion swamped her. “I lift my legs, circling your hips, wanting more.”
“I give it to you. Everything you need.”
“I want it harder.”
“I hook your knees over my shoulders so that I can get deeper into your cunny. I’m pounding into you now, my stones smacking your wet folds.”
“I want everything you have to give,” she panted. “Take me, go deeper.”
“I’m so bloody deep I hit your womb,” he growled.
Bliss jolted her core just as a tapping sounded on her door.
“Sister Sirena, your next penitent has arrived.”
Her employer’s voice slapped her to her senses.
“Thank you for your patronage, sir,” the Abbess went on. “Upon leaving the confessional, please make a discreet exit using the door to your right.”
Disoriented, Xenia tried to regain her bearings. To summon a farewell worthy of what had transpired between her and her client. He spoke first.
“My compliments, Sister Sirena.” His muffled voice was composed, his passion leashed once more. “Your reputation was not exaggerated.”
He exited the confessional, shutting the door behind him.
ChapterOne
When it came to misfortune, it never rained but poured in Xenia Loveday’s life.
Six weeks ago, she’d fled London after losing the man she’d thought she loved. Despair and self-doubt had nipped at her heels. No matter how diligently she worked, how hard she tried, her past always caught up to her and reduced her present to shambles. She’d forced herself to carry on, repeating her personal motto.
Pretend until it’s true.
She’d felt hopeful when her motto seemed to be working. She’d found work at the Nunnery, and her performance as Sister Sirena was proving a success. She wasn’t good at much, but she could spin a tale, and she had started to think that things might turn around. She might be able to save the money she desperately needed—enough to travel to and live on the Continent, where she’d finally be beyond her enemy’s reach. Where she’d finally be free.
She ought to have known better.
The Nunnery had caught fire. Luckily, no one had been hurt, but the old church that had housed the brothel was now beyond repair, and the Abbess would have to reopen in a new location. Until then, Xenia was out of a job and the room and board that came with it. The bawd had generously offered ten pounds to tide her over…and to secure her promise that she would return as Sister Sirena once the business was up and running.
