Chapter Three
EVAN
Sian Bailey shouldn’t be here, she is barely legal. She must only be twenty-one at the most. What the fuck is she doing inside our club?
Why the hell is she dressed as my nun?
Cameron told Ralph not to have the nun replaced, the other three didn’t give him what he wanted.
Tonight he and I had plans to break in his new office after he met his new assistant.
Instead now, I’m hiding in a dark corner of his office distracted by Sian dressed in a nun’s habit.
Unlike the others who let the habit wear them, she is the polar opposite.
Her dazzling emerald eyes are wide with shock but I see wonder lurking in their depths as she stares at her former priest.
Her mother is a drunk and turned to booze when my dad left her after catching her in bed with his best friend.
She used to come to the church drives every time we hosted them for coupons and free boxes of food.
She was caught offering one of the members of the church her darling daughter for a night if they paid her.
She was banished from the church, but Sian was always welcome.
She was a bright eyed eighteen-year-old girl.
She would come to church and sit in the back row, trying to appear small.
We shouldn’t have noticed her but we did.
She radiates beauty and unlike other girls her age she didn’t flaunt her body to grab the attention of every male.
She just needed to breathe and she would have them eating out of the palm of her hand.
“You shouldn’t be here,” Cam forces out through clenched teeth.
A whoosh of air escapes her as she stares up at him.
“I… Um… You are—I mean…” I want to step out of the shadows and show her that I’m here as well, but I long to see how this will play out between them.
I want Sian to push Cam, I want him to finally let go of his past and embrace his damn future without feeling any fucking guilt.
“What are you doing here?” His tone is laced with an edge.
When she stumbles back a step he snaps his arm out and circles her waist, drawing her flush against his chest. Her mouth pops open as a gasp escapes.
The wondrous look in her eyes changes instantly, I see lust and longing as she stares up at my man.
He’s torn.
Give into her, let her corrupt you!
Sian places her hands flat against his chest and stares up at him with hunger.
“You should leave,” he grits out. His tone is low but lacks heat.
She is dressed like a wet dream. I’ve always wanted to corrupt a nun and fuck her senseless.
That was a part of the reason I offered to help open this club, so I could indulge in my own fantasies and finally get to fuck a nun like Cam and I had always talked about.
It hasn’t happened yet, but fuck, if she was anyone else I would force her to her knees, shove my cock down her throat and force her to choke on me.
“You want me to go?” she whispers.
No.
“Yes,” Cameron says.
Hurt flashes in her eyes. He releases his hold on her and takes a step back.
I expect her to turn and flee but she renders me speechless when she slowly lowers to her knees and dips her chin to her chest. She locks her arms behind her back and the sight of her kneeling before him ready for taking has a carnal need surging inside me and roaring for me to take what she is so freely offering.
I keep my feet planted and ignore the urge to move toward them.
Cam flicks his eyes to me and I see the question in his eyes.
I nod my head, encouraging him to take her while I watch.
She peers up at him through her lashes and my breath hitches at the seductive look.
“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.” My breath rushes out of me in a long gust. “I have had naughty thoughts about my priest for years.” My eyes narrow as my cock grows painfully stiff and presses against my zipper, begging to be set free.
“I’ve dreamt about him sneaking into my room and fucking me like a dirty little whore while I bite down on my pillow so my stepbrother won’t hear my screams.” I bite back my groan at her mentioning me.
Yeah, I’m the nun’s stepbrother and she has no idea I’ve been fucking the priest she has been lusting after for years.
“How often did you have these dreams?” His tone is gruff and laced with need.
“Almost every night when I would lay in my bed and play with my pussy. I would think of him and my stepbrother and utter their names as I came on my fingers.” I clench my fists at my sides.
“When I would attend church and watch him speak, I would envision what it would be like to feel his cock inside me.”
“Mouth open.” Without a second of hesitation her mouth opens and her eyes watch greedily as Cam unsnaps the button of his pants and yanks the zipper down.
I pull my cock free at the same time he pulls his out.
Her eyes widen at the size of his cock. I smirk.
Cam is fucking huge and I love feeling the burn as he slams inside me while Quin fills my mouth with his cock.
“I’m not a little boy. I’ll destroy your little cunt for any other man and make you so damn dirty God won’t ever let you repent for your sins.
” A whimper escapes her when he grips his dick and pumps it.
I watch as he smacks the tip of his cock against her bottom lip and revel in the sound of her groan when she darts her tongue out and tastes him.
“That was naughty. Now I’ll have to punish you for being greedy.
” Her eyes blaze with heat. Before I make another move he says, “I need to hear your consent before this goes any further.”
Fuck this!
I snatch the mask off the ground that I was meant to take to the haunted room after I left here and pull it on.
She may be okay with finally giving in to her urges with Cam, but seeing me here might have her clamming up and that’s the last fucking thing I want.
I’ve dreamed about tasting that pussy and wondered what it would feel like having my stepsister wrapped around my cock.
I step out of the shadows, drawing her gaze to me. Her mouth pops open in shock at the sight of me standing here in a mask with my cock in my hand. Cam grips her chin and forces her gaze back to him.
“My boyfriend is going to watch. Now, answer my question,” Cameron states in a tone that leaves no room for argument. I wait for her to refuse his request but instead she nods her head and says,
“You have my consent, Father Hawk.” A shudder runs through me hearing her call him that. I love screaming that shit out when he makes me come. I know he and I have both tried to leave our pasts behind but not our fetish for corrupting a nun.
“You only call me that in here,” he growls.
A soft gasp escapes her. “I understand.” Satisfied with her answer, he grabs her arm and pulls her to her feet.
She stumbles in her high heels as she’s dragged across the carpeted floor toward his desk.
I rest back on the edge of the other desk and groan as I stroke my cock.
He shoves her forward. Sian manages to catch herself on the edge.
She tries to turn around but Cam grips the back of her neck and forces her over the side of the desk.
I smirk, I’ve been in that position many times and I fucking love it when he loses control and takes me hard and deep.
“Don’t move.” His tone is hard and laced with warning.
“Spread your legs.” She obeys the order without hesitation, sending a thrill through me.
I watch as he reaches over her to grab the wooden ruler, I shiver as he gathers her skirt and pulls it over her waist exposing her perfect round ass with a thin string of material running through her cheeks.
“I should punish you by fucking this tight little hole.”
A whimper escapes her as she turns and peers over her shoulder at him. “Please.”
I narrow my eyes knowing she is about to piss him off for not saying what she really wants. “Please, what?” I snap. She keeps her eyes on Cam like a good slut as she answers.
“Punish me, Father Hawk. I’ve been such a bad girl and sinned. I want you to punish me while your boyfriend watches.”
A dark sensation fills me. None of the others have had me this hard and going out of my mind with need as we fucked them. Sian is playing this role so fucking perfectly. “What have you done?” I purr as Cam runs his hand over her ass, causing a shiver to roll through her at his touch.
“I touched my pussy in church.” My cock twitches in response. Cam draws the ruler back and slaps her ass. She jumps and yelps.
“What else?” I growl.
Her eyes are wide but there is no fear, only need.
“I made myself come during one of your services while picturing you on your knees with my cum on your tongue.” I groan and tighten my grip on my cock.
He draws the ruler back again and lands two slaps to her ass.
I'm loving the sight of the red marks marring her beautiful creamy skin.
Cameron runs his hand over her cheeks, easing the sting.
“Have you allowed anyone else to make you come during my services?” His voice is filled with need. My cock is rock hard and aching to be balls deep inside her.
“Never, Father,” she vows. “I would never allow anyone else to defile your pussy.” Her declaration only serves to enhance the darkness inside him.
“Confess your sins,” I demand as he slowly trails his index finger through her cheeks. The sound of her ragged breathing has me pushing forward to stand beside Cam to get a better look.
“When I came to confession after your service, I asked you to close the divider because I didn't want you to see me inserting the butt plug I had just purchased in my ass.” I stop stroking my cock, mine and Cam’s breaths coming in short pants at her admission.
Is she for real?
“Why don’t you take a look for yourself, Father,” she purrs, almost like a taunt.
Cam drops the ruler and slowly lowers to his knees behind her.
He normally has more restraint but it appears he has none with her.
I watch as he presses forward and runs his nose along her pussy.
She cries out at the feeling. The second I inhale her musky scent, my hunger for her turns ravenous.
Cam can’t contain himself any longer. He pushes the lace to the side exposing her glistening cunt.
“Fuck. Your pussy is dripping for us,” I grit out.
“Taste me, Father Hawk. Please, I need to know what it feels like to have your tongue inside my dirty little cunt.” Gripping the globes of her ass in his hands, he squeezes them hard.
“Have you been a naughty little whore and put a butt plug in this ass?” he asks her.
“Yes. I’ve been a naughty little slut. I have a plug in now.
” Her admission nearly has me busting a nut.
I watch as he darts his tongue out and slides it through her pussy, the scream tearing out of her is loud enough to rattle the fucking windows.
I release my cock and bat his hands off her ass cheeks and grip the plug.
I thought she was just playing her role but she was telling the truth.
The instant Cam pushes his tongue inside her pussy and I twist the plug in her ass she lurches forward and screams. “Fuck, yes! Eat that dirty little cunt and fuck me like a dirty little whore.”
Her dirty mouth only serves to feed the beast inside me, but Sian is mistaken if she thinks for a second that she is the one in charge here.
The sound of her cries and the taste of her cunt may be driving us both mad but we will never allow her to think she has any type of control in here.
I release the plug and instruct Cam to suck her clit into his mouth.
Her cries of pleasure turn into a whimper when he releases her and pulls back to climb to his feet behind her.
“Strip.” That one word has her standing and yanking her habit off.
Seeing her standing before us in nothing but her cornette, heels and thong with her perfect full tits on display sends me reeling.
I snap out of it when she reaches for her cornette.
“Leave that on.” She drops her hands back to her sides and stares up at us.
“Take the thong off and hand it to me.” She obeys me.
I expect her movements to be shaky and unsure but there isn’t so much as a tremble.
When she places her ruined panties in my hand, I growl my approval at the sight of her, naked, wet and waiting.
Forgive me Father, I’m about to break all the rules and fuck my little stepsister.