His Forbidden Obsession

I sputter for a moment, but I can’t help but snuggle my cheek into his shoulder, the body heat already making me drowsy. “No funny stuff,” I whisper. “Promise on our friendship.”

His next sigh almost blows my habit back off. “I promise,” he mutters. “Get some sleep, angel baby.”

Oh dear. I like him calling me that far too much.

The next week is going to be complicated.

CHAPTER FOUR

Private Griffin

Our mission, now that we’ve transported the nuns safely from one convent to another, is to reinforce the old, sprawling stone building and make it safe. The rebellion has not reached the mountains, but one day it might—and we will not leave them unprotected.

A cold shiver runs down my spine envisioning the convent under siege. Sister Mercy in danger from men crazed with bloodlust and a taste for violence. The vision is so unnerving; I have to stop my patrol of the perimeter to breathe.

What is happening to me?

I’ve thought of nothing but the beautiful auburn-haired nun since early this morning when I guided her sleepy body to the tower room and laid her down in a bed totally unworthy of her. She belongs in fine sheets and blankets as soft as her sun-kissed skin. She belongs in a bed with me, that’s where she fucking belongs.

My cock is stiff once again, my mind replaying what we did in the back row of that bus. Things that were definitely not allowed. Not in my position as her official escort and especially not in hers as a nun…though I couldn’t have stopped myself if my captain had stood above us and ordered it. Hell, God himself couldn’t have kept me from abusing my dick against the sweet curve of her ass. She is everything succulent and beautiful in this world and I don’t know how it happened, but I’ve been bewitched.

It burns a little, how easily she began consuming my every waking thought. My every fantasy, my every protective urge. For years, I have ridiculed men for falling prey to women and now I’m the victim?

No. I have to try and resist her feminine pull.

What is my other option? Ask her to leave the church for me? Marry her immediately? Bring her home and get her pregnant and rub her feet in front of a roaring fire and never, ever allow her to stop smiling?

My heart moves at a rollicking pace.

No.

No…all of those things sound terrible.

Don’t they?

In my periphery, I catch a small movement in the tower window and whip my head fully in that direction. A flash of auburn makes me burn like I have a fever, my dick throbbing madly in my uniform pants.

Before I left her in the wee hours of the morning, I quickly ordered her not to leave until I returned. Quickly, because if I didn’t get out of there, I would have ripped off her robe in my bare hands and taken her virginity like a fucking savage.

I have to get control of myself before I go back inside.

Today we will begin the process of securing all of the convent’s means of egress, including the tower room. I approached my captain after our briefing meeting this morning and told him I—and no one else—would be in charge of reinforcing the tower room and the surrounding area. He was taken aback at my aggression, but so help me God, if any of the other soldiers even breathe in her direction, I will rip them limb from limb.

Control yourself.

My jealousy and possessiveness take long minutes to subside enough that I can continue my patrol, but all the while, my gaze is fastened to the tower window. How will I be in her orbit all day without trying to get between her thighs? As a Catholic, I should be ashamed of my dirty fantasies starring Sister Mercy. Taking her from behind with her rosary belt wrapped around my fist. Eating her tight little cunt in the pew of a church while the saints look down on us.

I need to remember why I’ve always avoided entanglements with women. For pure self-preservation’s sake. They make men act in crazy manners, angry one minute and begging for forgiveness the next. They bleed men dry of money and their will—and they never stop wanting more. They are never satisfied.

A frown mars my brow when I can’t picture my nun playing head games or acting on greed. Or being dissatisfied no matter how hard I worked to provide. She has to have flaws, doesn’t she? Of course she does. And I’m going to keep that in mind today while I’m alone with her…for hours on end.

Yes, I’m going to remember how my father broke his back working in the factory and had to take to his bed to heal. It only took two weeks without a paycheck to send my mother off searching for greener pastures.