Page 13 of Nun’s Prayer

To my frustration, all the doors were locked, and I didn’t want to press my luck.

“What are you doing?” a woman demanded from behind me.

I pasted on a winning, drunken smile and strolled back to her. “I need to piss. Thought the toilets would be down here.”

Fume, whose patch said prospect, shook her head. There was suspicion in her eyes, though. “Toilets are over there. Go to the left of the bar.”

“Thanks, you’re cute,” I replied.

Fume knocked away my hand as it lifted to her face. “Yeah, you ain’t my type. Fuck off.”

I nodded and wandered back into the rec room. I let an hour pass; Fume would be watching me. When she finally diverted her attention, I headed towards the door, which I assumed led to their bunk. The problem with the clubhouse was the atrium, and the apartments coming off that.

If Brielle were up there, it would be difficult to reach her. However, the shadows up there would give me some cover. As if someone had read my mind, the lights dimmed. Perfect.

A second Royal Harlot called out to a woman, distracting everyone, and I tried the door that led to their private quarters. It was locked, which didn’t stop me. I picked it within seconds and slipped through. Then I headed upstairs to check for Brielle. Seeker mentioned she could be found here. Which meant Brielle could be in hiding.

“Big mistake,” Nun remarked from behind me.

I paused. Shit, had she seen me pick the lock?

“Start talking,” Nun ordered. I turned around, and my heart skipped a beat. Fuck me, up close she was even more beautiful.

“I was looking for you,” I replied and stepped into her space. Nun didn’t flinch as I cupped her face and kissed her. I felt Nun’s surprise, and then the bitch returned the kiss. Christ, my balls tightened, and my cock became hard. Kissing didn’t usually cause me to react like that.

I crowded Nun against the wall as she ran her hands over my ass and hooked her leg up. I grabbed her thigh and moaned into her mouth.

Nun kissed as passionately as she fought, and I wanted to sink into her heat. She broke the kiss by dragging my head back and staring into my eyes. With a smirk, Nun latched onto my throat and gave me a hickey. She paused and tapped my lips.

“Nice try, asshole. Head down those stairs and leave. Thanks for the kiss,” she ordered.

Her attitude made me smile, and I caught her lips in a soft kiss before I obeyed. What would she be like as a mistress? Nun was fuckin’ magnificent. I was definitely picking up domme vibes from her. But she was too tempting, and I had a mission.

Nun

Blue approached, a hint of jealousy in his eyes. “Who was that?” he demanded.

“Someone I caught lurking. There’s always one nosy bastard,” I replied.

“He kissed you,” Blue snapped.

“Yes, and…?” I stared, surprised by Blue’s reaction.

“You are my mistress. Nobody else’s,” Blue said, caging me against the wall. My pussy fluttered at the possessiveness in his eyes.

“Get in my room and assume the position,” I ordered.

Triumph flared in Blue’s face, and he walked away quickly. I glanced down at the rec room, searching for the stranger, but didn’t see him. Turning around, I headed to my apartment, where Blue waited. He’d pay for that little display of dominance.

I lay in bed, exhausted, as Blue was next to me. Somewhere along the way it had become our thing to sleep together. I was unsure what that meant.

“I want more,” he said, and I stiffened.

“What?”

“Nun, I want a relationship with you,” Blue replied.

His words stole away my breath. My mind whirled, and my first thought was triumph chased by sadness. Blue deserved more than my sorry ass. He was supposed to leave here eventually, find a nice girl, settle down, get married, and have kids. Blue deserved the white picket fence.