Caught in the Act

Kyle’s motorcycle came to a stop just outside the convent’s side path; the one we took to avoid being seen.

My legs barely worked.

Everything hurt. My thighs, my pμ$sy… I could still feel him inside me from earlier. He had wrecked me, over and over again.

“You getting off?” Kyle asked, cocky as ever. “Or wanna sneak behind the trees for one more round?”

I smacked his back, trying not to smile. “Kyle, seriously. We’re at the convent.”

“So?” He looked me up and down, his eyes looked hungry.

I slid off the bike, wincing. Every step was a reminder of what we did. What he did to me.

I adjusted my habit, but I could still feel the bruises under it. My skin felt hot where he had touched me.

“Jesus,” he muttered, his eyes locked on me. “You look even hotter all messed up like that.”

I blushed, biting my lip. Then he grabbed my wrist and yanked me close, kissing me hard.

“Kyle–” I whispered, pushing at his chest. “Stop. My lips are still swollen. They’ll notice.”

He smirked. “Let them. Let them all know you’ve been fu¢ked so good, you can’t even walk straight.”

His hand slid up under my skirt. I gasped.

“God, I’m obsessed with your tits.”

I shoved him. “You’re insane.”

But my body didn’t agree. I was already soaking again.

I turned and limped toward the gate, trying to keep it together.

“Go on, angel,” he called after me. “But I know that sweet pu$sy’s still dripping. You’re thinking about my c0ck, aren’t you?”

I didn’t answer.

Didn’t have to.

Because he was right. And that made everything worse.

Tomorrow, I would have to pretend none of this happened. Pretend I was pure.

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Back inside, the courtyard was quiet. The air smelled like flowers and dust.

But all I could hear was Kyle’s voice from earlier:

“Go back. Do what they expect. But when you’re ready… choose me. I’ll protect you.”

He had even helped cover the hickeys on my neck with some cheap makeup. But I still felt them burning. I felt… exposed.

I passed the fountain, trying to stay calm. Sister Agnes spotted me. She was carrying a little silver tray with wine and snacks on it.

“Where have you been, Sister Mirabel?” Her tone was sharp. “You missed morning prayers again.”

My heart jumped.

“I–I was with my friend Sarah. On a retreat.”

She didn’t believe a word of it. I could tell by the way she was looking at me with those aged blue eyes.

“You’ve been off lately,” she said. “Your vows are next week. Focus.”

“I will,” I said quietly.

Then she narrowed her eyes at me. “Your lips… they’re swollen.”

Panic struck me hard.

My fingers flew to my mouth. I didn’t know what to say. I could already imagine her piecing everything together. The kissing. The sex. The lies...

But she just sighed. “Go to the infirmary. Before Mother Superior sees.”

“Yes, Sister.”

She walked off, but the look she gave me said everything. She knew something was up.

I slipped into the chapel and knelt, trying to pray. But all I could think of was Kyle. His mouth. His hands. His c0ck.

My thighs squeezed together. I was still wet.

“Hail Mary, full of grace…”

I couldn’t finish.

Sister Clara knelt beside me. She was already an ordained nun. “You okay, Sister? You look different. And your lips…”

Not again.

I forced a smile. “I was out all night. Cold air, I guess.”

She nodded and touched my hand. “God is with you.”

I stood quickly. “I need some air.”

Out in the garden, I breathed deep, trying to stay calm. Then my phone buzzed.

Kyle.

I glanced around. No one was near. I answered in a whisper.

“Kyle, I can’t talk. I’m in the convent.”

His voice was low and rough. “Don’t care. Can’t stop thinking about you. That tight little pu$sy… how you moaned for me. Touch yourself, baby. Right now.”

My breath caught. “Are you serious? I just got back! You dropped me off!”

“Find a spot,” he said. “I know you’re already wet. You’re thinking about my c0ck. Admit it.”

I hated how right he was. Ever since he took my virginity, I couldn’t stop wanting him.

And I was standing here, in a holy garden, aching for more.

“Kyle… I’m still sore,” I whispered. “It hurts. Maybe later, okay? I promise… we will, just… not now.”

I didn’t even know what I was saying anymore. He had this way of getting into my head, and my body, until I just gave in.

I bit my lip, waiting for his reply. For a second, he was quiet. I thought maybe he was going to drop it. But then he let out a sigh and said:

“That cream I put on you? It’ll kick in soon. And it’s not like I’m gonna fu¢k you again right now.”

“Kyle–” I tried, but he cut me off.

“Touch yourself, Mirabel. You’ll feel better. Just find a spot.”

I looked around, my heart was pounding, and slipped behind the old shed, hidden by vines. My breath was shaky as I leaned against the wall.

“This is insane,” I muttered, but my hand was already moving under my habit.

My fingers brushed over my aching folds, and I winced. It still hurt. But the heat… the want… was stronger. I let out a soft moan.

“Fu¢k yes,” Kyle groaned. “Keep going. Pretend it’s me. My c0ck. You love it, don’t you?”

“Kyle…” My voice trembled as my fingers moved faster. My hips rocked with them, grinding against my hand.

“I shouldn’t be doing this…”

“But you are,” he said, his voice was low and smug. “Because you’re mine. That pu$sy? It’s mine. Now come for me, baby. Rub that cl!t.”

I bit down on my lip, trying not to make noise. My whole body was buzzing. I was so close.

“Kyle… I–” I gasped. My thighs shook as my fingers circled harder and faster.

"My cock is rock hard for you, Mirabel," he groaned. "I'm in a gas station bathroom jerking off like a maniac. I couldn't wait another second without hearing that sweet voice."

His voice got even deeper. Hearing him moan through the phone only pushed me further.

My entire body was on fire.

"Kyle, I–I think I'm gonna–"

“Let go,” he growled. “Right there. Wherever you are. Come for your man.”

Did he just say he is my man? Like he belong to me now?

I wasn’t sure what to feel about that. Kyle didn’t strike me as the type who wanted anything serious, especially not with someone like me. A girl raised in prayer and rules, with no clue how the real world even worked.

But none of that mattered now. I came with a soft cry, my knees were weak, and my hand was soaked. My heart racing.

I could hear Kyle on the other end, groaning. He was finishing too, breathing hard like he needed me more than air.

When it was over, I hung up. Still breathless. Still shaking. Shame creeped in fast.

I wiped myself down with a cloth from my pocket, but I couldn’t stop trembling.

Then my phone buzzed again.

Sister Agnes: “Father Michael wants to see you. Now.”

My heart dropped.

Father Michael never called anyone unless it was serious. I was definitely in trouble, but how bad, I wasn’t ready to find out.

I fixed my habit, forced myself to walk straight even though my thighs still ached, and made my way to his office. Kyle’s voice still echoed in my head.

I stopped at the door, my heart was pounding.

Should I keep pretending? Or walk away from this life altogether… and go to Kyle? To the man who ruined me and made me feel more alive than anything else ever had?

I didn’t get the chance to decide.

I opened the door, and froze.

My parents were sitting across from Father Michael. Both looked tense and angry. My mom’s eyes locked on mine, they were sharp like knives.

She stood up fast. “Mirabel!” she snapped, coming toward me. “Who is he? Don’t you dare lie!”

I blinked. “W–what? Why are you here? You said you’d come tomorrow…”

“We knew something was off,” she snapped. “You’ve been distant. Tell us the truth. Did someone touch you?”

I looked down, my face was burning.

“Oh my God.” She stepped back, like I’d slapped her. “You gave yourself to a man? That was your little ‘retreat’? You let some boy inside you?!”

I already knew I was screwed.

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TO BE CONTINUED…

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Author's Note:

Hey everyone! Thanks for diving into this explosive chapter with Mirabel. The walls have officially closed in, and there's no going back now. The secret is out, and everything she thought she knew about her life is gone. What do you think her parents are going to do? And what about Kyle? Let me know your thoughts in the comments! The heat is only going to get crazier from here.