(Serafina’s POV)
The barn was supposed to be empty.
Old, forgotten, behind the church grounds—used for storing hay and broken pews. No one came here.
I never did too. Until today. The day I would finally give all of me to the naughty priest.
Father Matteo.
He grabbed my waist, lifted me like I weighed nothing, and slammed my back against the rough wooden wall. I screeched in excitement, my stomach bubbled and curled into that familiar thread of warmth.
Hay scratched through my habit,making me all tingly. Combined with the strong pull of pleasure in my stomach, I thought I would g make it out alive from the euphoric feeling.
My legs were still trembling from cumming a few minutes earlier, but I was still excited for what was to come.
What was this man doing to me?
Matteo’s hand gr
