Confess your sin.
People call me Father, but I prefer Frank because I’m the worst preacher you’ll ever meet.
Days spent completely wasted pull a number on you, especially when you’ve got a truckload of baggage that comes with it.
Until this beautiful girl in the back of the church takes my breath away.
…And we end up committing sacrilege in the confessional.
Did I mention I’m filthy?
Bad doesn’t even begin to describe me, and after one taste of what she’s got to offer, I want more.
Too bad having a dirty mind isn’t the only thing we’ve got in common…
Our past is laced with sin.
Author’s Note: This book is not for everyone. It’s raw. It’s vulgar. It’s downright offensive. But it’s oh so damn delicious with a capital D. If you are easily offended or prudish, please don’t read this book. But if you like a bit of humor mixed in with raunchiness and brawling, you’ll love this book.
Contains disturbing situations, strong language, and graphic violence.
“Is it wrong?” she asks, biting her lip.
I blink a couple of times to try and keep my composure, but I’m burning up with desire. Fuck me, how badly I want to reach through the gaps of the latticed wood.
“It feels wrong,” she whispers, and her hand travels down her body. “Tell me to stop.”
“Only God can tell you what to do,” I answer.
What kind of answer is that? Fuck.
“I can’t speak to him the way you do,” she says, eyeing me. “So … intimately.”
So she did hear everything I said.
Her hand dives in between her legs, underneath her skirt, and my cock bursts with need. “I believe you, Frank. You said needs were okay. And I have a lot of needs.”
I lick my lips. “Oh, I can definitely believe that.”
“And I feel … like I need this.” She rubs herself, while she looks at me. It’s like she’s not even ashamed anymore. And it’s all my fault. “Like you need this,” she adds.
I frown, rubbing my lips together, because I don’t know what to do or say. I can’t admit it. That would be a sin of its own. But fuck, do I want her badly. However, I’m a preacher. I have duties. Rules. And God. I can’t just ignore all that, can I?
“You snooped on me,” I say. “In the chapel. How much did you hear?”
“Enough.” The left side of her lip tips up into a smile. “Was that bad?”
For some reason, it makes me wanna smile too. Guess the cat’s out of the bag. “Maybe.”
“Bad … I like bad,” she murmurs, biting her lip again while she spreads her legs. “I like it when it’s wrong.”
“Is that why you did this before? In the bathroom?”
She nods, and her hand dives down her panties. “I know this is what you want. What you’ve been thinking of all this time … Me.” she asks. “C’mon, say it.”
I shake my head. “You know I can’t. We’re doing a confession. It’s against the rules.”
“No one has to find out …” she whispers, pressing her fingers to her lips. “It could be our dirty little secret.”
I try to ignore the voice in my head, telling me not to cave in, but it’s already too late. My hand rests atop my dick, and I start rubbing it straight through my clothes.
She closes her eyes and leans her head back against the hard wood, and I take the opportunity to let my eyes glide up and down her body, enjoying the view. She touches herself so seductively, that I immediately find myself rubbing faster and faster, trying to keep up the pace. I imagine how her body would look naked. How slick and wet it would be when I brush my dick along her lips. I can picture it all, and that makes this all so much more frightening. Because … if I already gave in to this, there’s no telling what I’ll do next time I see her.
“Fuck …” she murmurs, licking her lips. A soft moan escapes her mouth and she adjusts herself so I can see her even better. My hand dives into my pants, as I’m unable to stop myself any longer.
When she briefly opens her eyes and sees me jerking off, she purrs, “Do you like this?”
“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t …” I mutter, stroking my length. “But it’s wrong and you know it.”
“Then why are we doing it?” she asks.
“Because this is our dirty little secret,” I hiss, feeling the veins in my dick throb with excitement. “And I need to see just how naughty you can get.”
She grins and slides aside her panties with her index finger, showing me her naked pussy. And fuck me, it makes me one hungry motherfucker. What I wouldn’t give to be able to suck on her clit.
“Is it wrong that we’re doing this?” she asks. “Because I’m so damn wet right now.”
“Do you even care there are people just a few feet away from us?” I ask.
She shakes her head, grinning even more. “That only adds to the excitement.”
God, this fucking woman … she sure knows how to make a guy’s heart throb. And his dick too.
At this point, I really don’t care anymore.
Screw the consequences.
I’ve thrown every rule out the window.
I rip down my zipper, unbutton my pants, and pull my dick out of my boxer shorts.
Her eyes widen and immediately focus on my length, her lips parting as if she’s preparing to receive it.
“My eyes are up here,” I muse, smiling.
Clarissa Wild is a New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author, best known for the dark Romance novel Mr. X. Her novels include the Fierce Series, the Delirious Series, Stalker Duology, Twenty-One (21), Ultimate Sin, VIKTOR, and Bad Teacher. She is also a writer of erotic romance such as the Blissful Series, The Billionaire’s Bet series, and the Enflamed Series. She is an avid reader and writer of sexy stories about hot men and feisty women. Her other loves include her furry cat friend and learning about different cultures. In her free time she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, reading tons of books and cooking her favorite meals.