I could count to one hundred and make a break for the door. Sure, I’d have to run like hell the second I got outside but–
A wooden slat I’d missed slid open,right besidemy head. Impossibly dark eyes flecked with silver locked onto mine, and I nearly died from a heart attack on the spot.
There was an all too quiet moment, and part of me wanted tobeghim to walk away. He didn’t seem as interested in thegame as the others, but just as I started to string together the right words, the crying man spoke.
“Forgive me father, for I’m about to sin.”
Chapter 5
Solomon
Little Light’s breath audibly hitched as I stared at her. Even in the dark of the confessional, I could see her clear as day. Years ago when we existed as experiments rather than human beings, each of us had a sense augmented, improved to the point of being a weapon. For years, I envied everyone in my house,exceptfor Seth.
Enhanced vision was wonderful at night, but during the day or in a bright room, I was functionally blind. Luckily for me, my sense was coming in handy. Sweat beaded along her temples as her dark eyes widened. She probably thought she was clever, hiding all the way out here.
She was wrong. But, what she lacked in brains, she certainly made up for in beauty. I reached forward and undid the metal latch on the sliding door and slowly pushed it back, giving me more space to watch her.
Lux flinched away, but didn’t dare to move, and I reached out to grab her hand, wanting to keep it that way. The night was only a few hours old, and the poor thing was already covered in dirt,small cuts, and… my eyes fell to her lap and my lip quivered–cum. To top it all off, she’d lost the robe meant to keep her warm, and her dress had certainly seen better days.
Little Light was barely covered, and that certainly wouldn’t do, but that was a problem forafter.
I guided her palm into place, savoring the softness of her skin against the weathered surface of mine.
“You’ve had quite the night, haven’t you, Little Light?” I kept my tone light as I guided her knuckles to my lips.
She didn’t pull away, but she didn’t seem comfortable in my presence. Not that I blamed her. When a lamb is left with a lion, the best thing it can feel is fear. It protects it, keeps it alive when face to face with a predator. Little does the lamb know, its blood is of no interest to the lion, and perhaps, it may even enjoy the company.
I ghosted my fingers up her arm. Poor Little Light was freezing cold, and I wondered if the sensation even registered, or if she was so hopped up on fear and arousal that she hadn’t noticed.
“You’re hurt and in desperate need of some care, aren’t you?”
Lux swallowed hard, and I wished I could read her mind. The subtle tremor running across her body told me more than she ever would.
My gaze drifted across the tattered remnants of her dress, dragging my thoughts to less than holy places. Her thighs strained against the remnants of lace, and her full breasts rose with every shaky breath. Her soft stomach pressed into the front of the dress and my cock stirred. Curves like these were made tokneel. Made tobeg. Made toworshipuntil the brink of disaster.
Thishad to be why Seth was so fond of this one, even if he’d never admit it.Shewas just his type… all of our types, really.
“Little Light,” I hummed her name. “Do you know what this box is for?”
Slowly, she shook her head side to side, the only evidence she’d been listening to my rambling.
“This is a confessional. Sinners come here to confess and be forgiven.” I planted a hand on her thigh. “And, my sweet Little Light, you arecovered in sin.”
My voice darkened as I swiped a finger through the cum still slick on her skin. I rubbed it in with my thumb, causing her to wince against the pressure.
She tried to clamp her thighs shut, but I held them open. After all, it was far too late for modesty.
“Most of our toys don’t venture out here toplaywith me… So, why did you?” My fingers trailed higher as I spoke.
Heat radiated from her core, and I wondered how desperate she was at this moment. My breathing slowed as I thought about shoving my fingers into her sex, oh howdivinea pussy like hers must feel.
“I…” She seemed to forget how to speak, folding her arms over her chest as if to protect herself. “I was running.”
“Let me guess. Ronan?”
His name slipped, and I realized she likely didn’t know it. For her safety and ours, we didn’t share our–
She nodded.
