Page 140 of Ruin Me With Lies

Bored out of my mind, I reach over and take Stefano’s hand from his lap.

He slides me a side glance, brow arched.“What, you want to hold my hand now?”

He’s such a sulker...

In response, I pull his hand across to my lap and discreetly slide it under the ruffled wrap of my dress, then rest my purse above it.

“What are you doing?”he asks, voice quiet, swinging his attention back to the front.

“It’s what I wantyouto do...”

“In here?That’s sacrilegious.”

“Only for people who believe.I don’t.”

With the things I’ve seen, the things I know, it’s hard to believe in any god.And even if there is one, he’s not in this building.No loving deity would choose Vale Fontana to lead his sheep.

Stefano tries to pull back his hand, but I hold tight.“Please.I’m bored.”

“Not here.”

“Okay, I’ll ask Gio, th—”

His head snaps toward me, eyes black with warning.“Don’tpiss me off.”

“Thengetme off.”

His glare darts past me to Gio, who appears thoroughly focused on the front, then comes back to me.

Innocently, coquettishly, I flutter my lashes.

A sigh, low and defeated.“Those eyes are going to be the death of me.”

In complete surrender, he slides his hand further beneath the parted fabric and slips his fingers inside my panties, finding me already slick and ready.He gives me a disbelieving glance, as if he can’t believe the nerve of me to be this wet in the Lord’s house.He’ll soon learn that all it takes for me to become hot and bothered, a complete mess, is simply to be in his presence.

I bite down on my lip to stifle a moan as he circles my clit.

He starts slow, gradually shifting pace and versatility, building with subtle pressure and maddening precision.

“You’re a bad influence,” he whispers under his breath, fingers expertly working me over, giving meexactlywhat I need.

Doing my best not to writhe, not to moan, not to give myself away as my hips rock involuntarily against the pew, I whisper back, “Your god is a forgiving god, no?”

But he’s working metoogood, so good I can’t keep still.Pleasure swells, overwhelming me, building inside me like a wave I can’t outrun.I don’t realize how hard I’m biting down on my bottom lip until I taste blood.I want to tell him to stop because I don’t trust myself not to cry out, but I don’t want him to stop.Ineedit.

“Shh,” he hums at my ear, a warning and a tease.

“I’m...I don’t know if I can...ohhhgod—”

As the orgasm surges toward me, I feel long fingers lace through mine, grounding me.

Fingers that aren’t Stefano’s.

I peek over at Gio to find him watching me, eyes like liquid silver, burning with unfiltered lust.His fingers squeeze around mine in what feels like encouragement, like support, like…

“I’ve got you,” he mouths at me, eyes locked to mine as Stefano hauls me to the brink.

Stefano must notice and approve, because he ups the ante.He pinches my clit between two fingers and rubs with lethal purpose, pushing me right off the cliff.