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Evelyn's POV. The next morning, I'd hesitated to go outside because of two reasons. First, I didn't want to see Justin and Second, I was scared of what my mind would start thinking when I saw him. It was a hassle trying to sleep and the dark skin under my eyes were proof of that. How could I sleep peacefully though? When I'd tried so hard to run away from my past life but it somehow still found its way back to me. A part of me felt like I was pretending, hiding my true nature behind this long flowing black gown, but the other part was tired of swallowing sperms from different men. “Justin is just one man though, wouldn't hurt to get a taste of that,” I shook the nasty thought out of my head.And for the umpteenth time this morning, I started thinking about Justin again. I thought about the way tattoos coated his right arm up to his neck , the way he smirked when he looked at me and the baritone in his voice. All of it were easy triggers for me. I really couldn't go out there toda
Evelyn's POV. “Dear father, we pray that as we all retire to pir beds, you forgive us of our sins and grant us fresh grace to continue this path we've chosen,” the lead sister said in a firm tone with her palms pressed together. Everyone in the hall chorused an amen and even as I said it too, my own sin still lingered at the back of my mind. Just like every other night during the prayers, I recalled who I used to be and what I was now.Stella was so wild, and carefree about it at the same time. I recalled having a foursome with three guys who filled up my asshole, my pussy and my mouth at the same time. I remembered the nights of inhaling cocaine and getting so wasted that I'd have no idea how I got to my crib the next morning.And most importantly, I remembered the kind of men I was into.Tattoo, brow piercing, dominant aura, and a gorgeous face was my type. And in that moment, all those thoughts led to one person.Justin.I opened my eyes as if that was going to help me get rid o
Evelyn's POV. Long before the sister Evelyn who lived in the foru walls of this convent, there was Stella, the strip dancer. I was both personalities, I explored dicks of different sizes, involved in countless sexual fantasies before I finally found this path.I'd gone into hard drugs, became an addict and had to end up in rehab for about six months. That when I got tired of my former life. Today made it the third year since I'd joined this convent as a nun. I left my old life to follow a new path today and despite the restrictions, I had no regrets. Now, I felt like I finally had a life of purpose.“Evelyn, Justin is late today,” Georgia, a fellow sister, had called my attention to that. I saw her expression fall, her black nun scarf flying in the bright morning breeze. We had a community field just outside the convent where we supervised criminals doing community service as well as speak the word of God to them after they were done. Other criminals seemed repentant and willing
Daisy’s POV. The sounds of moans still echoed around us but in his arms, I felt like I was in my own little bubble where the people around didn't seem to matter. “Good girl,” he murmured, tracing a hand up my back.I felt the tightness of the corset top disappear as he loosened the ropes, and even as I knew what he was trying to do, I couldn't bring myself to stop it. Fuck my morals for a moment, I just wanted his hands on me. The corset dropped to the floor and my breasts fell out with a small bounce, the self-conscious part of me screamed at me to get my top but I stood under his gaze, not moving an inch.His hands worked around my body and by the time he was done shedding off every piece of clothing on my body, I was naked in front of him. As if knowing that I needed some moral support, he stripped himself of his clothes as well. My gaze fell on his torso, gaping at the defined V lines athat ran towards his groin and Christ, that cock was crazy!His tip was glistening with som
Daisy's POV. I glanced around immediately and I instantly started feeling like I was seeing things. He was nothing like the men I'd been involved with or seen in real life. Black ink snaked his right arm in spiral designs that were similar to a snake, stopping at the side of his neck, the sides of his head were perfectly shaved, he had a brow piercing on his left brow and those grey stormy eyes stared at me like he could see right through my face. He was gorgeous in a way that made dread slither up my spine and as my eyes took note of the sleeveless black jeans and jacket he was putting on, I found myself staring at his muscles longer than needed. He looked like the kind of man that would rearrange my insides with a punishing cock, and God help me, I wouldn't stop him. I would obey his orders to the letter and I wasn't sure if it was because I was already horny before seeing him. But I seemed to be a little too submissive.Which was different from the ordinary. As if knowing the
Daisy's POV. When I found my way at the staircase again, it felt like the universe was trying to make my escape difficult. I didn't know my way around the penthouse because I hadn't thought of getting a tour. So the only route out of here was through these crowd of horny people. And as if to make things worse, the lights were no longer dim and their sounds of pleasure were now higher than the music bursting through the speakers. Christ.Dread pumped through my veins, spreading through my insides and leaving a bitter taste at the end of my throat. This was going to be hard but I'd have to do it anyway. I didn't even have my suitcase with me. My plan was simple–get out of the penthouse, sleep in the car and tell Natalie tomorrow morning about how I urgently needed to go home.Because there was no way I'd let myself become one of these women. And with that, I strolled down the stairs. Everyone around seemed to have a partner, at least that was what it looked like. The more I tried
Thalia's POV. Rocco's eyes widened, but not from surprise. From amusement. He rose up slowly from the chair, his lips curling into the most evil smirk I’d ever seen. He lifted both hands in the air, “I surrender.” My heart skipped a beat. Why wasn't he scared? Why should I even bother? The pl
Tanesha’s POV.Callendon’s huge figure swept into the room, his eyes dark and calculating as ever.My body trembled viciously as he walked in with his favorite gun in hand. I was still sitting on the kitchen island and Cain’s crotch did nothing to hide that he'd been hard just a few sey ago. Call
Tanesha's POV. “Touch me please,” I ordered, spreading my legs wider on the kitchen island. He nodded vigorously, burying his face in between my legs. He exhaled on my folds, making my breath hitch. The aroma of ramen and juice filled the air, reminding me of how wrong this was to do in the kit
Thalia's POV. My eyes widened in horror the moment I heard that. Death? I knew I was going to die someday, but I never for once thought that I'd die by the hands of a criminal. That would be too much of a disgrace. I struggled to breath, my hands now clawing his big arm but Rocco didn't let go.







