“Tell me you don’t want me,” I goad against her cheek.
“I don’t want you!” she cries out, fighting like a wildcat.
I cluck my tongue as I walk us toward the altar, lifting her off the ground when she continues to fight me. “You lie, Sister. I bet your pretty pink cunt can show me otherwise.”
“You animal! Put me down!”
I do as she asks when I wedge her against the edge of the altar. She can’t move because I am pressed up against her. “Bow,” I order, pushing between her shoulder blades.
“f**k you,” she spits, exciting me further.
“Father Anton would have you saying ten Hail Marys for speaking such blasphemy in this place of worship,” I quip, chuckling when she attempts to break free.
When she continues to struggle, I apply a little force, and she slumps forward, pressing her chest ove
