But those lips. They’d make the drive way more interesting.
That was my cock talking not me. Deceitful bastard. He knows we’re busy tonight. We’ve not got time to be screwing around in any capacity.
Anun. Just think of how much fun it would be to play with her until she breaks.
I know, I know, but…
Come on! It’s not like you’ll have to deal with the consequences. Hell, maybe she’ll wash away your sins or whatever bullshit it is they teach at Sunday school. Maybe you wouldn’t even have to end?—
No. I’m not going there.
She’s still staring at me with those big eyes like she thinks I’ll actually save her.
I tap my fingers erratically on the wheel as I weigh up my options.
It probably won’t hurt to push back the schedule a little bit. After all, I’ve never had a nun before, and breaking in a devout cunt sounds like the perfect addition to my bucket list.
“Fine. Get in.”
Chapter 2
Chloe
Thank Christ he stopped in time. I thought I was a goner.
Actually, I’m not too sure if I’m fully out of the woods yet.
The man is smiling at me as I clip my seat belt in. It’s the kind of smile that puts me on edge, but I can handle myself if he tries anything.
I need to get away from these woods as fast as possible, and he’s driving in the direction I need to go. Far away from the home I fled.
“Everything alright? You looked like an actual deer in my headlights with those big eyes of yours locked onto me.” He sounds oddly amused by the whole thing.
“I just need to get to a town.”
Squinting his eyes at me, he takes in my obvious lack of luggage. His thick, dark lashes brush his cheeks as he tilts his head back a fraction and smirks down at me.
“Are you heading somewhere with a bus station?” I ask.
Lifting one shoulder, he starts the car and nonchalantly says, “Eventually.”
Glancing over my shoulder, I keep an eye on the trees. It’s too dark to see much, but there doesn’t appear to be anyone following me. Feeling slightly more relieved, I sink back into the upholstered seat. The fabric is soft and warm, a much-needed comfort after running for so long.
“Great. You can just drop me there then. I can pay you as thanks for the lift at an ATM.” That’s a big fat lie, but I don’t plan on hanging around long enough for him to find out once he drops me off anyway.
“You not got any cash hiding under all that?” He raises a dark, pierced brow at me.
“Uh, no.” He doesn’t need to know that I don’t have anything other than a string of rosary beads in my pocket.
Answering with a shrug, he relaxes back into his seat. One tattooed hand rests loosely on top of the wheel; the other is propped up on the open window.
He’s good-looking, in ahe could be a member of a metal band, or he could be a charming serial killerkind of way. His snow-white hair sticks up chaotically, and it looks just as deadly as the rest of him. He’s wearing a black button-up shirt underneath a leather jacket, and dark jeans that are torn at the knees. From here I can see that his neck is covered in tattoos, but it’s difficult to see them properly in this light. I imagine that the rest of him is decorated with them as well.
The moonlight allows me to see the ones on his hand on the wheel. A black spider covers the back of it, andMORIis spelled out across his knuckles.
Mori…meaningdeathorto diein Latin.
Back at the convent I lived at, all of my lessons were held by the nuns and priests. Latin being one of them.
