Page 105 of Bad Bishop

“What’s wrong?” Her bloodshot eyes clouded. Christ, how long had it been since she had a decent night of sleep?

“I’m going to help you fall asleep.” I rolled the tip of my tongue over my teeth, tasting the residue alcohol. “If you let me.”

I never asked for permission.

What I wanted, I took.

I did ask for permission now.

She sat up straighter, expression wary.“How will you do that?”

“I can touch you in a way that would make you very happy. Very sleepy, too.”

She bit down on her lower lip, considering my proposal. I stood there, like a schoolboy, waiting for her words. Waiting to hear if she’d let me serve her. Kneel at her altar and eat her out.

Pathetic.

“What if you hurt me by accident?” She rubbed her button nose. “That monster did. I can still feel it, sometimes. Between my legs. His rough fingers. His thing inside me.”

I closed my eye, drawing in a breath. My bloodthirst for this faceless tool was infinite. I wanted his life more than I did Alex’s.

“I would never hurt you like that.” I found my voice, opening my eye. “Even if I wanted to. Even if youbeggedme to. Even if you cheated on me. Even if you killed me.” And then, because it felt too raw, too real, I added, “Protecting you is a compulsion at this point. I’d stop the night from falling if darkness scares you, Lila.”

Where the fuck did this come from? I had no idea, but it wasn’t a lie.

I felt exposed in that moment. Like she had a loaded gun and a clear shot to finish me off. I hated it, and her, andthis. But the thing about compulsion was, you didn’t have a choice.

Lila nodded. “I trust you. My body is yours.”

She leaned back, popping the two first buttons of her silky white nightgown. Her breasts spilled out, full and round and perfect. Her pale nipples were diamond-like studs.

She didn’t ask what I planned on doing to her.

If I were going to fuck her, eat her out, toss her on her belly and ride her arse.

Lila gave me full autonomy.

Joke’s on her, because I hadn’t the freshest clue what to do with it.

“If it ever gets too much, tug my hair,” I said. “And I’ll stop immediately.”

She smiled in gratitude.

Now what? There was no buildup. No foreplay. I couldn’t just rip her panties off and start feasting. I obviously didn’t plan this sufficiently. Christ, the look on her face. The hope gleaming from her eyes. It was too late to back out now.

I’d been postponing this moment since our first kiss, not wanting to fuck this up. And now I was standing here and she was sitting there and we were both still, breathing heavily, and very,veryquiet.

“Can I see your penis?” Lila licked her lips, breaking the tension.

I nodded solemnly.

I used one hand to undo my belt and pop my slack’s button, then rolled down my zipper. I pushed my Armani briefs down. My cock sprang out, purple and fully erect. An angry vein rippled across it, root to crown.

She fell forward on her palms, crawling across the mattress to get a better look. A spike of arousal and horror shot through me.

Her face was now inches from my cock, and I’d never been this turned on in my entire bleeding existence. God, look at her. Something was very wrong with society, that it was legal for this scene to happen.

Her.Virginal, innocent, sweet to the point of toothache.