Chapter 7

Damian stood before me, his dark eyes burning with a mix of lust and need, I was pressed against the confessional booth, the wood rough against my bare back, the rosary beads biting into my wrists as he bound me tightly.

The veil that I wore around my face now pooled at my feet, leaving me exposed, my pale skin flushed, my breath coming in shallow, desperate gasps.

“Confess your sins, Sister,” Damian growled, his voice a low, dangerous sound that sent shivers down my spine. ...