Todos os capítulos de Temptation's Playground : Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

CHAPTER 1I wake before the bell tolls, as I always do. The air in my cell is cool and still, heavy with the faint scent of damp stone and beeswax from last night's vigil candles. My habit lies folded at the foot of the narrow bed, a stark white reminder of the vows that bind me. Final vows, taken just six months ago in the chapel's golden light, with Mother Superior's approving gaze upon me. I slip into it now, the fabric whispering against my skin like a secret I dare not voice. Purity. Obedience. Chastity. They are my armor, my cage.The convent of St. Agnes rises with the dawn, a fortress of gray stone nestled in the hills, far from the clamor of the world. We are twenty sisters here, a small order devoted to prayer and quiet works tending the gardens, baking bread for the nearby village, teaching the children their catechism. My days blend into one another like the beads on my rosary, each one polished smooth by repetition. I cherish the rhythm, or so I tell myself. It keeps the

CHAPTER 3Tuesday arrives like a held breath. The convent wakes the same way it always does bell at dawn, feet on cold stone, murmured prayers—but everything feels sharper now, edged. Colors brighter. Sounds closer. My skin too aware of the wool brushing against it.I spend the morning in the garden again, kneeling among the roses. The thorns catch at my sleeves more than usual today, as if the plants themselves are restless. I clip dead blooms with careful snips, each cut precise, deliberate. My mind keeps drifting to yesterday—to the way his voice wrapped around my name, the brush of fingers when he handed me the rosary, the quiet command: Bring your rosary tomorrow.I have it in my pocket now. The beads press against my thigh through the fabric, a small, constant reminder.After midday prayer I report to the chapel as instructed. The doors are already open. Father Rossi is there, arranging the missal on the lectern for the afternoon confessions. He doesn’t look up immediately when

CHAPTER 5Midnight arrives like a sin already committed.The convent is asleep. No bells, no footsteps, only the faint creak of old wood settling and the distant hoot of an owl beyond the walls. I leave my cell barefoot, habit discarded on the narrow bed, wearing only the thin linen shift that clings to my sweat-damp skin. The rosary is looped around my wrist like a bracelet no longer a prayer tool, but a tether.The corridor is black except for slivers of moonlight through high windows. I move silently, heart slamming against my ribs, every step heavier with the knowledge of what I’m walking toward.The chapel door is unlocked.I push it open.He’s waiting at the high altar.Candles everywhere dozens lit along the reredos, the side chapels, the communion rail turning the space into a golden cave. The air is thick with beeswax and incense, warm, heady. Father Rossi stands beneath the crucifix, still in cassock but sleeves rolled, collar unbuttoned at the throat. His hair is slightly m

CHAPTER 2The alarm blares at 6 p.m. sharp. I slap it silent, roll out of the mattress, and stumble to the bathroom. The mirror is fogged from the hot shower I take to scrub off yesterday’s shame. Soap suds slide down my body breasts, stomach, hips like I can wash away the memory of Kai’s voice in the hallway. “Baby girl.” “Figure it out.”I can’t.I stare at my reflection while I dry off. Dark skin glowing under the shitty fluorescent light, braids pulled into a high ponytail, full lips still swollen from biting them last night. My body is my job. My weapon. My curse.Neon Nights is twenty minutes away by ride. I dress for the floor: black lace thong, matching bra that pushes everything up and out, fishnet stockings, sky-high stilettos that make my calves ache by the second song. Glitter body oil cheap but shiny. Red lipstick. Smokey eyes. The uniform of a girl who sells fantasy for cash.The dressing room smells like perfume, sweat, and hairspray. Girls chatter around me loud laughs

CHAPTER 4The VIP room feels hotter now, air thick with the scent of my arousal and his sweat. The bass from the main floor thumps through the walls like a second heartbeat. Kai’s still inside me deep, unmoving for a second after my orgasm, letting me feel every thick inch stretching me open. His hands grip my hips hard enough to leave prints. His eyes never leave mine.“You came so pretty,” he murmurs, voice wrecked. “But we’re nowhere near done.”He pulls out slow agonizingly slow…until just the head is inside. I whimper at the loss, clenching around nothing.“Beg for it back,” he says.“Please,” I gasp. “Put it back in. Please, Kai.”He slams home again. Hard. Once. I cry out, nails digging into his forearms.“That’s better.”He hauls me off the couch arm, spins me around, and pushes me down onto the plush seat. I land on my back, legs splayed. He kneels between them, cock glistening with me, throbbing.“Hands above your head. Hold the cushion.”I obey. Stretch my arms up, fingers