Our Unholy Vows

“Get behind me, Satan! I’m marrying Jesus!”

Kyle just laughed again, deeper this time.

And part of me knew right then: I wasn’t ready for vows. I was ready for him.

I ran to the bathroom, locked the door, and yanked my habit up.

My panties was soaked. My fingers shook as I touched myself, brushing over my cl!t. I gasped.

“Oh God…”

All I could think about was Kyle: his voice, his hands, that smirk.

And in that very dripping wet moment, I knew it: I already belonged to him.

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Now.

I climbed the stairs behind the chapel, my legs were shaky.

The rooftop was quiet. And the evening air was filled with dust and that faint smell of wildflowers. I sank to the floor, hugged my knees, and tried to breathe. My cheek still burned from the slap.

Suddenly, my phone buzzed. I looked at the screen. It was a message from Kyle: "Almost there, angel."

Seconds later, I heard boots on the stairs.

I looked up, and there he was.

“Kyle…”

He rushed over, dropped to his knees, and cupped my face. His eyes scanned every inch of me.

“There’s a mark,” he muttered. His jaw was tight. “She really hit you?”

I nodded. “Mom lost it when I said I don't want to be a nun anymore. She said she would kill you... and kill me too.”

He ran his thumb along my cheek gently. “They’re never touching you again. I mean it.”

I stared at him, biting my lip hard.

Then I asked quietly, “What now?”

“We leave,” he said. “New York first. Then somewhere else. Fresh start. Just you and me.”

Tears blurred my vision. I didn't even know what to say, but I had to say something, even though I was freaking out.

“Okay… I just–I need you right now.”

He pulled me into his lap. “I need you too, baby.”

Then he kissed me. It was deep and messy, and it felt urgent. Like he needed to feel I was still his. His hands slipped under my habit and yanked it up. I gasped when his fingers gripped my thighs.

“Kyle… we’re outside.”

“Don’t care… I need you.”

I was already grinding against him. Still aching, and still wanting every inch of him.

Even though fu¢king him right now wasn't part of the plan, I couldn't deny the unquenchable heat burning my pu$sy. I should have known Kyle's language is different from mine.

So I helped him with his belt. My fingers fumbled, but I got it loose. Then he shoved down his jeans and boxers. His c0ck sprang free. It was thick, hard, and impossible to ignore. I could never get used to that drilling machine.

I bit my lip, staring at it. My body pulsed with need, even through the soreness.

“Kyle…” My voice trembled.

I climbed onto his lap, guided him to my dripping entrance, and slowly sank down.

“Sh!t,” I gasped, grabbing his arms.

The stretch hit fast. It hurt, but I couldn’t stop.

“Kyle!” I cried out.

He held my hips, steadying me. “Take your time, baby. You’ve got this.”

“It hurts…”

“I know,” he whispered, kissing my neck. “But you love how I fill you up, don’t you?”

He thrust up gently, and my breath hitched.

My body moved on instinct, chasing more of that mix of pain and pleasure.

“Harder,” I begged, my breath was shaky.

I didn't even know when I said that dangerous word. But I guess I was ready to pass out.

“You’re perfect,” Kyle murmured, kissing me again. I could feel his tongue twirling in my mouth.

God, I almost lost my sh!t.

Suddenly, Kyle started thrusting deeper and faster into my pu$sy. The slap of skin on skin echoed in the quiet rooftop air.

I moaned, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck.

Fu¢k, it felt so damn good. The kind of sweetness you can't even begin to describe with words.

No matter how hard Kyle fu¢ked me, somehow… I wanted more of him.

“Scream for me, angel,” he growled, and I could feel his fingers rubbing my cl!t. “Let everyone know who owns you.”

“I can’t. It’s… I–”

“Yes, you can,” he said, gripping my ass tighter. “You’re mine. Let go. Cμm all over my d!ck.”

And I did.

My whole body tensed, then I really lost my mind when I felt that strong contraction like an electric current through my veins. I cried out, clutching him as I came hard around his cock, just like he ordered me to.

He cursed hard and came too, groaning as he emptied his cμm deep inside me.

We sat there, pressed together, catching our breath. I felt so weak, but still, my body was saying it needed a little more.

Kyle's lips brushed my forehead as he pulled me even closer. “You’re mine now. No one is taking you from me. And I'm fu¢king proud of you, baby. You chose me.”

I held onto him, I was sore but warm inside. I felt more alive than ever.

“I love you,” I whispered.

I didn’t mean to say it out loud, but it was already out.

Kyle pulled back and stared at me, he looked genuinely surprised.

“Did you just say you love me?”

I bit my lip and buried my face in his chest.

He laughed softly and lifted my chin. “Don’t be shy. Say it again if you mean it.”

His thumb brushed my lip. “Because if you do… I swear I’ll spoil you for the rest of your life.”

I looked up at him. “You’ll really take care of me? Like… for real?”

He smiled, it was cocky and sincere all at once. “You’re my girl, Mirabel. I’m serious. No more hiding, no more secrets. We’re real. And I'm gonna spoil you rotten.”

I blushed harder as I avoided his eyes.

Hearing those sweet words from Kyle was as if someone poured honey in my chest.

Kyle leaned even closer and kissed me again, but it was slow and soft this time. And even though I didn’t know what I was doing, I kissed him back like I meant it.

Because I did.

But a part of me couldn't help but worry about our next chapter.

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