CHAPTER 8

NATASHIA'S POV

Father Jacc continued to move my chest. I kept on resisting the sensation it gave to me. Because… I enjoyed it. I didn't want to deny it to myself. He was a good fucker. The only thing that turned me off was his being a priest and the actions he took.

"I want to make you mine again, little angel," Father Jacc whispered.

His right palm caressed my thigh. I stretched my body. At this minute, I didn't want to feel anything else. I wanted to feel what he could do to me. ...