Hideaway (Devil's Night 2)

“Well,” he began, sounding suddenly mischievous.

He took my hand and led me to the wall with one of the benches. He sat down and then grabbed me, pulling me in. I yelped in surprise as I fell into his lap.

“First, you go in and sit down,” he instructed, squeezing my hips. “Are you sitting?”

I turned my head to look at him, and he pinched his eyebrows together, looking serious like a teacher.

I rolled my eyes. “I am now.”

“Then you make the sign of the cross.” He took my right hand in his and touched my fingertips to my forehead. “And you say ‘Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned’.”

I let him guide me, my own touch to my chest sending tingles through me as he showed me how to make the sign of the cross.

Our lips hovered an inch from each other, and I tried to talk, but only a whisper came out. “Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.”

“This is my first confession,” he said, telling me what to say next.

I inched in, our lips nearly meeting as I stared at his mouth. “This is my first time.”

He sucked in a breath. His eyes dropped to my mouth, and he placed my hands on my thighs, threading his long fingers through mine.

“Jesus,” he growled under his breath.

A smile pulled at my lips.

“Then he’ll say, ‘And what would you like to confess?’” And then he cleared his throat, his stern priest voice sending a flutter through my stomach. “What would you like to confess?”

I folded my lips between my teeth. “I don’t know if I can. I…” I sucked in a deep breath. “I’m nervous.”

“Relax, my child. You’re in God’s hands now.”

I laughed softly. I liked this foreplay. I knew I shouldn’t care, but I didn’t want to say something stupid to ruin the game. I didn’t want to bore him. Every girl eventually lost my brother’s interest. I hated the thought that Kai would get tired of me and just want to leave.

“A boy got a hold of me, Father,” I told him, looking into his eyes.

“Did he?”

I nodded. “Inside the dark Bell Tower, by the cemetery. I know I shouldn’t have let him, but he grabbed me and…”

“Did he steal you away from everyone else?” Kai taunted. “Get you alone?”

“Yes, Father.”

His fingers dug into the tops of my thighs and his eyes thinned, turning heated on me. “What did you let him do to you?” he accused. “Hmm? What did you let happen?”

“He kissed me on the neck first,” I confessed.

And Kai threaded his hand into my hair, taking the hint as he gently pulled my head back and out, his lips on my neck, slowly nibbling.

I released a breath, closing my eyes. “I liked it when he did that.”

“You know those boys…” he scolded, kissing and biting me up and down. “They like the sweets too much. You have to be stronger and resist.”

“And if I like the sweets, too?” I moaned, feeling my skin tingle.

“Was he the first man to touch you?” Father Kai asked.

“Yeah.”