Page 51 of Dark Side of the Cloth

“And the serpent said unto the woman, ‘Ye shall not surely die.’ ”

Taking the edge of the tank top in his large hands, he pulled up and discarded her now wet top. Yasmine’s nipples hardened into pebbles as the air hit them, and she quickly covered herself with her arm. Dean shook his head and pulled her arms away, exposing her to his eyes once more.

“For God doth know that in the day ye eat thereof,” he said.

The Bible had never sounded so good. He knelt before her, slipping his fingers into the elastic waistband of her boy shorts and, with agonizing movements, glided them down her legs for her to step out. Breathing rapidly, she looked down at the man before, and her head felt light.

Grabbing her thighs, he forced her to step wider, spreading her womanhood open for his lustful stare. She let out a surprised yelp as he buried his nose into her wetness and breathed deeply. Embarrassment flushed her system as he continued to draw in deep breaths, taking her scent into his body. And, yet, it only made her wetter. She could feel her arousal dripping down the inside of her thighs and moaned again as Dean’s tongue traced the wet lines up her leg. Taking his time, he swirled his tongue when he got to her clit.

“Oh fuck,” she whimpered. Grabbing his hair, she couldn’t help moving her hips in time with his voracious tongue.

“Then your eyes shall be opened, and ye shall be as gods, knowing good and evil.” Dean rose from the floor, his fingertips tracing lines up her heated skin, raising goosebumps in their wake.

She licked her lips as he undid his heavy robe, and she shivered as it dropped to the floor in a heap. He never took his eyes from hers as he undid each button on the black dress shirt with a methodical grace. She wanted to push his hands out of the way and rip the shirt open.

“Desiring the wisdom, the woman takes the forbidden fruit and eats it. She also gave some to the man who also eats it.”

The black shirt fell to the floor, and Yasmine stifled a shocked groan as her eyes roamed over the chiseled body, wide muscled shoulders, and abs that cut in at all the right places, and God help her, that perfection was covered in dark tattoos. The priest’s cloak was a stark contrast to the man beneath its folds.

“And the eyes of both of them were opened, and they knew that they were naked. Genesis three,” Dean said.

He pulled the jingling dog tags off over his head, and her eyes tracked his movements as he placed the chain on her dresser. Next was the front of his belt, and she licked her lips as his hands worked.

“Am I the snake in this piece?” Yasmine asked. Her voice was barely a whisper as her eyes followed Dean’s hand lower the zipper on his black pants.

“No, my sweet Yasmine, you are the fruit.” Dean reached down and stroked the frighteningly large cock between his legs. “I am the snake.”

The thunder boomed as lightning cracked, illuminating the imposing man towering over her. Dean gripped her chin in a tight hold. It was almost painful as he forced her to look him in the eyes. Her body trembled as his eyes bored holes into her soul. Anticipation raced down her spine as he lowered those lips ever closer to her own. A feather touch had her shaking uncontrollably. He placed the same chaste kiss on her jaw and neck, each an electric surge to her system.

“You’re a good girl, Yasmine,” he whispered in her ear, his hot breath fanning her face. “I know you’ve tried to resist me as I have of you.” She nodded, her eyes fluttering closed. “But the door has been opened, and tonight you’re going to be exactly what I need you to be. Do you understand me?” She nodded again. “That’s not good enough. When I ask you a question, I need to hear you say the answer.”

Dean nipped the sensitive area on her neck, and the shaking throughout her body worsened as her muscles turned to jelly. She didn’t know how she was even remaining upright.

“Say it.” He nipped her again, harder this time. Yasmine’s breath caught in her throat.

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I will be what you need.”

“No matter what I want?”

“No matter what you want,” she repeated dutifully. An urge to be controlled by this man was consuming her. She’d always been sweet but never a passive personality, but this was different. She wanted him to use her. She wanted to give herself over, allow him to do as he wished. The thought aroused her like nothing else ever had.

The need to please him crashed through her like a tide, washing away her naturally shy nature. The icy rain hitting her window was a drum in her mind, a hypnotic sound that urged her down this darkened path as it drowned out the nagging voices in her head that this was wrong. At this moment, nothing that happened between them was wrong.

“In here, you call me Sir, do you understand?”

He whipped her around and pressed the length of his hard shaft into the crack of her ass. A small yelp left her lips, her long hair falling around her face like a curtain.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Do you know what you do to me?”

“No, sir.”

“You make me want to ravish you like the naughty girl I know you can be.” He wrapped a hand around her throat, pulling her back into him and making it harder to breathe. Her chest rose and fell as she panted for more. “Say it.”