SINNERS' SANCTUARY

Be my lube, baby.

The glass rattled. My whole body quaked. Pain, pleasure, shame, ecstasy... it all blurred into one. And I knew in that moment, there was no going back. He owned me completely.

“Kyle!” I cried out. My body was shaking.

His voice was rough, almost growling when he spoke. “You’re clenching me so hard, angel. Your pu$sy’s begging for more.”

And it was.

No matter how much it hurt, my body kept betraying me, rocking against him, chasing that mix of pain and pleasure. I hated how much I needed him… and how much I loved it.

But then... something snapped inside me. A sharp cramp twisted low in my stomach, heat spreading in a way that wasn’t right.

I froze.

“Kyle, stop,” I gasped, pushing at his chest. “Pull out.”

He stopped instantly, breathing hard, water still pouring down our skin.

His eyes narrowed. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

“Look,” I whispered, nodding at the floor.

He slid out of me and followed my gaze. The shower water ran red. His jaw tightened, and the cocky smirk he always wore vanished.

“Fvck,” he muttered. His voice was softer now. “Baby… why didn’t you tell me?”

Shame burned my face.

I bit my lip and whispered, “My period started at the beach. I… stuffed tissue in my panties to stop it.”

His eyes flicked to the pile of clothes on the floor, the ruined tissue already falling apart. He cursed under his breath, then cupped my cheeks gently. His touch was careful, nothing like the rough grip he usually had.

“You should have told me, angel,” he murmured, kissing my forehead. “Are you in pain? Do you need a heat pad? Medicine?”

Tears pricked my eyes. “It’s not usually this bad. But when you pushed in… it hurt. A lot.”

His face darkened with guilt. “s**t. I’m sorry. We’ll stop until you’re better. No more fvcking until the bleeding’s done.”

I blinked. “You… you’d actually wait?”

His mouth curved into a small, softer smirk. “Don’t sound so surprised. I’m not a complete asshole.”

I turned away, blushing, but couldn’t stop my eyes from drifting to his c0ck. It was still rock hard and was throbbing like he hadn’t even slowed down.

“Come on,” he said quietly. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

He washed me off carefully, like I was breakable. When we stepped out, he wrapped me in a towel and carried me to the bed, laying another white one beneath me to protect the sheets. I’d never seen him like this before... gentle, almost protective.

“Stay,” he ordered, grabbing his jacket. “I’m going to the pharmacy. Tampons, pads, painkillers. Whatever you need.”

My mouth dropped. “Kyle, no–you don’t have to–”

“Yeah, I do,” he cut me off with a half-smile. “Relax, angel. I’ll be back before you miss me.”

I wanted to die from embarrassment.

“But… it’s weird. Guys don’t just buy that stuff.”

He leaned down, brushing his lips against my nose. “Nothing about you is embarrassing. You’re mine. That means I take care of you. Period.”

And then he was gone before I could argue. I lay back, my heart was racing, feeling shy but… warm. Nobody had ever done something like this for me.

When Kyle returned, his arms were full: bags stuffed with tampons, heating pads, painkillers, chocolate, even fancy bottled water. I almost laughed.

“You bought the whole store,” I teased, sitting up.

“Better too much than not enough.” He shrugged, tossing everything on the bed.

“Thank you,” I whispered. My voice sounded small.

He just waved it off. “Don’t thank me. This is normal. It’s the least I can do for my girl.”

That word: "my girl" made my chest ache. My cheeks burned as I hurried to the bathroom with a tampon box in my hand.

Of course, Kyle leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching me seriously.

“Kyle, seriously? Get out. This isn’t sexy.”

He grinned, stepping closer. “Everything about you is sexy, angel. Even this.”

I groaned. “It’s a tampon. Not a strip show.”

His voice dropped lower, it was rough with hunger. “Think of it like sliding my c0ck into that tight little pu$sy again.”

I choked on a laugh, smacking his arm. “You’re disgusting.”

He just smirked, his eyes were burning into me. “And you love it.”

Kyle’s eyes went dark. It was fixed on me as I slid the tampon in. He muttered a curse under his breath, then... without warning, he shoved his sweats down. His c0ck was already swelling, thick in his hand. He lifted his palm toward my mouth.

“Spit. Be my lube, baby.”

My eyes widened. “You’re insane,” I gasped, laughing breathlessly.

But Kyle just smirked. When I didn’t obey, he spat in his own palm instead and started stroking himself, never looking away from me.

“Fvck, that’s hot.”

Heat flooded my face. “You’re disgusting!” I snapped, tossing a towel at him. “Get out!”

Except… I couldn’t stop staring. His c0ck was perfect: veins thick, tip flushed, hard and angry. Even with cramps twisting in my belly, my body wanted him. I hated how badly.

Then his phone buzzed. He ignored it at first, still pumping his fist around his c0ck while watching me.

“Kyle. Answer it.” I pulled my robe tight again, trying to sound stern.

He groaned but grabbed the phone. The smirk drained from his face as he listened. His whole expression hardened.

“Yeah. I’ll be there tomorrow,” he said flatly before hanging up.

My stomach knotted. “Who was that?”

He stepped closer, his jaw was tight, and his eyes were stormy. “Why didn’t you tell me, Mirabel?”

My pulse skipped. “Tell you what?”

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