5
GABRIELA
Forgive me father for I have sinned, and I have absolutely no plans to share my dirty thoughts in the confession booth.
Thoughts that would make a priest blush.
It wasn’t wise to remove my helmet, revealing my true s*x when I’d gotten away with hiding it thus far. But in this case, it beat the alternative.
I didn’t plan on revealing my bare chest to Carlos Drago any time soon. Never mind that just the sound of his voice made my n*****s hard as diamond points.
I was grasping at straws here, fighting for self-control. My willpower to avoid latching my stare on the formidable bulge between his legs was slowly melting away.
“Muy ladylike,” my mama would tease.
Even she couldn’t blame me for having lecherous thoughts about my father’s rival—hadn’t we been taught to love thine
