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A warm breath tickled me, rasping, “Tell me, my sweet Eva, do you have any sins to confess? Better say a word now, or my punishment for you will be twice as climatic you’ll forget your own divine God that you worshipped with my big cock.”

As his smoldering hot tongue flicked once more, under my line blurry sight, above us, there were paintings of Catholicangels and a faded portrait of me he drew, tainted and dripped in his hot cum.

My life was once ordinary until this sick, unearthly bastard came, either as a punishment or as a salvation, a possible chance of either a blessing or curse—possibly both.

31

Adrian

Releasing Eva was beyond impossible. I had no desire on releasing her anytime soon. After the Rivers Foundations and constant bombarded incidents from Romano, swift in commencing my act, almost primal, my arms instinctively caged and hauled her against my chest. This was the only way for me to redeem to her from the party at the barn.

It’s already 3 A.M., and Bjorn hasn’t returned back to the household, which meant I had more time cuddling and nestling myself to my girl.

It’s already 3 A.M. and I don’t want to lose her again.

Recalling back from last night’s activity, the heat in my cheeks flushed, as if I had my first time with her.

With her veiled hair tucked in, I scooped her up in my arms, leading into the bathroom and set her down on a chair as I made preparations.

In the glass shower, her body tensed up from the water and the closeness in the shower. Not knowing the reason why, I didn’t bother to ask. For some reason, she couldn’t enter through a shower glass. Was it because I’m here? Or was it because she’s self-conscious about her appearance when being stripped off?

“What’s wrong?” I inquired, taking the shampoo and conditioner lids off.

“Nothing. It’s nothing,” she tried to justify, rubbing her thin biceps, her face lowered, meeting the tiled surface, all signs lead to denial in some way.

Pulling out two separate towels in the second drawer, my eyes drew back at her, who was still avoiding.

It doesn’t look like nothing.

“Come, I’ll be here,” I said gently.

“I…can’t.” Her emerald eyes lowered, her visage paled.

It has been minutes since she spoke, I said nothing, but gave her a slight brush on her with my hand, but I made sure she consented.

Immovable, it indicated a signal to me I roved my back hand on her arm, and took her hands, intertwined with mine.

I cupped her face and angling her eyes to mine, her eyes brimmed red, her frame shaking, but the spacious bathroom was lukewarm, and the temperature on the shower was running.

“Don’t be scared. I’ll be here with you. I won’t go anywhere,” I uttered, leaning in to whisper in her ear. “You can trust me.”

“I can’t,” Eva’s stability in her tone wavered, tears threatened to leak, her frame shivering before me, sniffling.

Leaning in, I wiped her tears with my thumb.

“I’ll be right here with you,” I reminded her.

I guided her in the running shower, raining down on our naked bodies, as much as Eva is embarrassed in being stark naked—a naked nun—in the shower with me. Grabbing an exfoliating scrub, I contemplated, considering what step I should take next, in order for Eva not to evade and disappear.

Back in my prestigious high school days, boys in the same grade as me often spent time in their girlfriends’ bedrooms, wreak the bed and had sex in the shower. Not only those, some had sex in the car, sometimes at the alleyway, or behind the stadium seats at college or somewhere behind the carnival, or at the kitchen, having food play or a jockstrap, even fucking at the parents’ bed. They’d often tell me how good it was to feel a girl’s cunt after No Nut November, or whenever they had a massiveboner. Those moments weren’t deeply intimate, it’s what they lacked.

Now, I’m in a shower.

With her.

Something about being in a running shower on my unclean skin with a breathing soul like her, guilt reserved in me. Jumping into the gun was a bad idea, especially accompanying a member of the church. I shouldn’t have rushed her, or ushered her.

But guilty pleasures have often won.