35. Celine #2
In one swift move, Alex is on the bed, yanking me down the mattress by my ankles.
I gasp at the abrupt movement and then lose my breath when he grips my hips and twists my body around.
I’m on my hands and knees, trying to catch my breath from being manhandled, but I don’t even get to take three breaths before he slams into me.
A scream leaves me, and Alex is quick to shove my top half down into the mattress to cut off the sound.
It only takes a second before I’m gripping the fabric of the ruffled bedding and pushing it into my mouth to silence my cries.
Because I know, with the way he is thrusting into me so powerfully, there’s no way I’m going to be able to hold back the noises that leave me.
His fingers dig into my hips as he pushes deeper into me, adding a bite of pain to the mix. My eyes roll into the back of my head as a noiseless moan leaves me.
“I can’t wait until one day I can fuck you and you can be as loud as you want,” he says, breathing heavily.
I hum in agreement because we both know that when we get out of here, this isn’t going to end. Not with the possessiveness he is showing.
I am his.
He is mine.
Who knew something good could come out of this hellhole?
My vision starts to slowly dim, the corners of my eyes fading to black as he fucks me into oblivion. I don’t believe in the things that he does: God, Heaven, and Hell, but being with him, in this moment, it’s the closest I’ll ever be to believing that there is a Heaven.
“I love the way your pussy squeezes me.” His filthy words throw me over the edge. My entire body is shaking, and I can’t see anything. “Jesus, Celine.”
He rams into me harder, chasing his own release. And then he stills, his cock pulsing inside of me is the only thing I can feel right now. The rest of my body is numb.
I’m not sure how much time passes before he gently pulls out of me. I just stay in this position, with my ass up in the air and my head on the mattress, as I come down from the euphoria. My eyes are blurry due to the tears that spilled from the pleasure and pain from how rough Alex was.
In my distorted vision, a figure appears, crouching at the bedside. I blink until my eyes are clear and see Alex watching me carefully. His hand meets the side of my head, where he tucks my hair behind my ear.
“Are you okay?” His voice is soothing and immediately brings me back to reality.
“Yes,” I answer quietly.
His thumb gently rubs my cheek, and his brows dip in concern. “I wasn’t too rough, was I?”
I manage to shake my head. “No. You were perfect.”
A slight smirk plays on his mouth. “You are perfect.”
I smile and take a deep breath, lifting my head and pushing myself to my knees. “You’ve ruined me for other men, you know that, right?”
“Good.” He grins as he stands and leans forward to kiss me. “Because no other man will have you.”
“Never,” I agree. I don’t want any other man.
I just want him.
All this time, I thought that further down the line, more towards the end of my career, I would be ready to settle down with someone.
It makes me wonder if this is how Vince feels about Asher.
I mean, Vince is in love with Asher, it isn’t hard to tell, but do I love Alex?
Is it possible to even get to that level of emotion in a short period of time?
When Vince and Amelia find out about this—
“What are you thinking about?” Alex’s voice brings me out of my thoughts.
“My friends.”
He sits on the edge of the bed. “What about your friends?”
“How they will freak out when they find out this is more than just hooking up.”
“Freak out in a good way or a bad way?” he asks.
“Oh, definitely in a good way,” I tell him. “They were pestering me from the start to hook up with the hot priest.”
“Hot priest, huh?” he teases.
“Their words, not mine.” I throw my hands up in defense.
Alex slides his hand over my waist until his arm wraps around my body. He jerks me forward in a quick motion until I’m straddling his lap. His hands cup my ass while my arms drape over his shoulder, and we stare into each other’s eyes.
“You don’t think I’m hot?”
I playfully poke at his chest and say, “You are the hottest priest I’ve ever seen.”
“That’s because all the other priests you’ve met were old.” He laughs.
“Not true. I mean Father Kea—” My words die on my tongue when I hear a noise from the hall. Turning my head to the door, I listen closely to the voices that I start hearing. “Father Keaton.”
“I mean, I guess Father Keaton is good-looking for his age, but we established that he is an awful person,” he says, oblivious to the fact that the man we are talking about is out in the hall.
“No, Alex.” I look back at him, dropping my voice into a whisper. “Father Keaton is in the hall, talking to someone.”
His head whips toward the door, and his eyes widen when he hears them. He nudges me off his lap, and we both are at his bedroom door, naked, with our ears pressed against the wood. The conversation is faint since they are at the other end of the hall, and I can’t make out the second voice.
“Do you think it’s Joanna?” I ask, removing myself from the door.
Alex presses his whole body to the door as if it would help him hear better. “I think it’s Sister Alice.”
“Why are they talking this late at night?” My lip curls in disgust. “You don’t think they are—”
His expression matches mine. “I don’t even want to imagine that.”
I open my mouth to say something, but stop when I realize the voices have ceased in the hall. I press my ear against the door again and listen for anything, and when I hear footsteps growing louder, my fear grows stronger.
A loud knock at the door causes my body to freeze and after a moment of silence, Father Keaton says, “Your light is on, Father Alexander. I know you are awake.”
Alex keeps quiet, pure panic drawn on his face. And the next words that leave Father Keaton’s mouth have my heart stopping.
“And I know Celine is in there.”