All Chapters of Saints Don't Moan: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Penelope “Lie down,” Miguel said. Something about the authoritative and cold nature of his tone turned me on. I only wished he were telling me to lie down under different circumstances. He adjusted me on the bed properly. While trying to make sure I was resting on the bed properly, I felt his right hand brush past my left boob. I twitched as the sensation caused a chain reaction of multiple other sensations in my body, especially down in my panties. He looked around and gathered the things he would need to fix up my hand. My palm and finger were still bleeding, at this point. Though, the bleeding had reduced.He took my hand and held it in his. The softness of his hands calmed my nerves. Then, he suddenly managed to spike my heart rate by tracing lines on my palm, stopping at the wound. I squeezed my thighs together, but that only made things worse. He took a cotton ball he had doused with some form of antiseptic to clean the wound. He began to slightly dab the wound as gently as h

Penelope I was reeling from the conversation I had just finished with my mother. I thought about forgiving her that instant instead of giving myself an arbitrary time frame, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. My mind was running in circles, and I had to distract myself, fast.I opened my phone ready to doomscroll my pain away. When I clicked on the Instagram app, I was trusting the app to push down all my thoughts and distract me from thinking entirely. I was a few scrolls in before I found myself going to Miguel’s page. Something on my for-you-page caught my attention. Miguel was trending. More specifically, his ex wife was trending. A few more clicks and strolls in and I stumbled on a podcast of her. Ex wife of Philanthropist Miguel Ramirez comes out to talk about his disturbing nature. The title was quite concerning, but it did a good job of drawing me in to find out what she had to say. Her first words were “So, today I am talking about our beloved liar and cheat. The

Penelope As Miguel finished his call, I turned, wanting to leave. I was very conflicted. His Ex-wife had said he was a liar and a cheat, and made her endure many unspeakable things. Why wouldn’t I believe her? Then Miguel was now telling me they were lies? Who was I to believe? How could I trust Miguel when someone who had been with him previously was saying he was a liar? For all I knew, he could have been lying then. I was moving away from him when I felt his hand. Miguel’s touch always had a way of making me feral. His hands always made me relax and want to fall in them. They provided a certain comfort that made me not think of anything else. An assurance that only we could understand.He pulled me towards him. Miguel. I tried not to get lost in his eyes. His very mesmerizing eyes. We were now standing so close together I could practically taste his scent. The light in the room really made the silver color of his hair shine. The light on his hair created this glow. I had never

Penelope “Your big man is really powerful. Only a few seconds?” Ariel said, her voice chiming through the room. The playfulness of her tone and how casual she was about it really made me sick. Walking into the office and catching them in the act was a visceral shock on its own, but the absolute lack of shame was what truly annoyed me. They were completely, utterly unfazed by my presence. It was as if I were a mere piece of office furniture, totally invisible while they carried on with their vulgar display. Not a care in the world, not even a mere acknowledgment of my presence. Miguel's heavy breathing and low moans filled the space. The sounds he made only worsened how I was feeling. My stomach churned with a mixture of disgust and humiliation. I was completely determined to ignore them, forcing every ounce of my concentration onto the floorboards. I kept my eyes pinned to the carpet, sweeping my hands frantically back and forth in search of my rosary, desperately pretending tha

Penelope I started running towards the entrance still filled with embarrassment. I needed to leave the prayer room because I was overwhelmed with shame and embarrassment. As I dashed past Miguel, I was very careful not to touch him or make eye contact with him. I made my way to my office. On getting there the first thing I did was lock the door. I went on my knees and screamed into the soft foam of the office chair. I came up to catch my breath and went back to the foam to scream. This was an attempt to feel better about the terrible mind fuck today had been. I was too embarrassed or self conscious to see Miguel or Laura again today. I could not afford to because seeing them again would mean I would have to kill myself or disappear into the clouds. So, instead, the following hours before I decided to leave, I determined that I would spend them inside my office or areas in the hospital I was sure Laura and Miguel were not in neither would they go to. I was very careful to not enco