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Her Dirty Little Games(An Erotica Collection) It’s a bet
MILAI don’t even remember walking out of Saint Mary’s.One moment I was in that small, sunlit room with him and the next, I was outside, standing in the middle of the courtyard, blinking against the bright afternoon light.I kept walking. Past the church gates. Past the bakery at the corner. I didn’t even realize I was holding my phone until it buzzed in my hand.SANDRA: So? Did you melt the holy man or what? I stopped dead on the sidewalk. My throat went dry.Oh God.I hadn’t even processed what had just happened… if “what happened” could even be explained. My body still hummed with leftover heat, my mind spinning in a loop that refused to slow down.I didn’t reply. I shoved the phone into my bag and kept walking until I reached my apartment.When I finally got inside, I locked the door behind me, leaned against it, and closed my eyes.Then I let out a shaky laugh. “What the hell was that, Mila?”My hands were still trembling. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him again… the way
Her Dirty Little Games(An Erotica Collection) Heated moment
MILAThe room went quiet.Painfully quiet.The only sound was the faint hum of the ceiling fan and my own heartbeat thundering in my ears.The air felt different… charged, like the walls themselves were holding their breath.I didn’t even realize I was staring until my gaze dropped to his lips. It looked soft and defined, the kind of mouth that shouldn’t belong to a priest.Oh, God.“Mila,” I whispered inside my head, turn around. Leave. Now.But my legs didn’t move.He wasn’t helping either.Father Adrian stood perfectly still, his chest rising and falling slowly, his eyes fixed on me with that same unreadable intensity… except this time, it wasn’t calm. It wasn’t gentle. It was… something else.Something that made my throat go dry.His gaze lingered a little too long, tracing the edges of my face, then dipping briefly to where I clutched the towel against my chest. He swallowed, his jaw tightening like he was trying to stop himself from thinking whatever he was thinking.My pulse ra
Her Dirty Little Games(An Erotica Collection) Temptation
MILASaturday morning came faster than I expected.All week, I told myself I wasn’t nervous. That it was just volunteering. Just a friendly, harmless thing.But as I stood in front of the mirror again… same chaos, same pile of discarded outfits… I knew I was lying to myself.“This isn’t a big deal,” I whisperedAfter twenty minutes of debate, I settled on something simple- a soft yellow blouse tucked into a pair of fitted jeans. Friendly, approachable, innocent. I tied my hair up in a ponytail, dusted on a little powder, and stared at my reflection.“Be kind,” I told myself. “Smile. Don’t trip over your own feet. And for God’s sake, don’t stare at his lips again.”************By the time I got to Saint Mary’s, the courtyard was already buzzing with activity. Tables were being set up under white tents, people carrying boxes of food and supplies, laughter and chatter filling the morning air.It was the church’s annual charity drive… a food and clothing outreach for nearby families.I
Her Dirty Little Games(An Erotica Collection) I forgot how to breathe
MILABy Sunday morning, I’d officially lost it.I stood in front of my mirror, hands on my hips, staring at the disaster of clothes spread across my bed. My room looked like a boutique had exploded. Dresses, skirts, tops… all casualties of my indecisiveness.“This is stupid,” I muttered for the tenth time. “You’re just going to church. Not a date.”But still, I couldn’t decide what to wear.After twenty minutes of pacing and overthinking, I finally settled on a simple white sundress. I slipped on my sandals, brushed my hair into loose waves, and dabbed on a bit of lip gloss. Not too much. Just enough to look… effortlessly pure.I laughed at myself in the mirror. “Kindness, not body, remember?”Still, as I grabbed my small handbag, I checked my reflection one last time. My stomach fluttered.I told myself it was just nerves.It wasn’t.Sandra wasn’t coming with me this time… she’d sent a voice note the night before saying, “You got this, babe. He’s basically yours already.”I’d rolled
Her Dirty Little Games(An Erotica Collection) A terrible idea
MILASandra was standing by the door, pretending to scroll on her phone but very obviously watching me like a hawk. She mouthed, Smile! and did this exaggerated heart gesture that nearly made me burst out laughing.Father Adrian noticed my almost-laugh and tilted his head slightly. “Something funny?”I bit my lip. “Just my friend being… my friend.”“Ah,” he said, eyes flicking briefly in Sandra’s direction before returning to mine. “Good friends are a blessing.”“Sometimes,” I muttered under my breath.He smiled again. “Will I be seeing you around here again, Mila?” he asked casually.My mouth went dry.Was he serious? Was this man of God actually inviting me back?“I… uh… maybe?” I stammered.He nodded lightly. “I hope so.”And just like that, he turned back to greet the next person, leaving me standing there with my brain short-circuiting.Sandra swooped in instantly, looping her arm through mine as we walked out. “Oh. My. God.”“Don’t,” I said quickly.“Oh, I will.” She grinned wic
Her Dirty Little Games(An Erotica Collection) You’re new here
MILAThe morning sunlight was brutal.Like, really brutal.I groaned, rolling over on my bed, immediately regretting every single shot I’d taken last night. My head pounded, my throat felt dry, and my stomach was threatening to start a protest.The faint smell of jollof and spilled alcohol still lingered in the room. I cracked one eye open and nearly screamed when I saw Sandra sitting cross-legged at the edge of my bed, bright-eyed, fully dressed, and scrolling through her phone like she’d slept eight peaceful hours in heaven.“How are you even alive right now?” I croaked.She looked up, grinning. “Because unlike you, I know how to hold my liquor.”I threw a pillow at her. “Go away.”She caught it easily. “Uh-uh. Get up, sinner. Time to go to church.”I blinked. “What?”Sandra smirked. “Saint Mary’s. Remember the bet?”I buried my face in the pillow. “I hate you so much.”She laughed, standing up and yanking the blanket off me. “Up! Come on. The service starts at ten. You can’t make t
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