Father Damien froze.
"I'm a priest; I can't do that."
Anna chuckled. "Let me help you rephrase: a fake priest."
Father Damien frowned.
Anna continued, "You want me to be silent, right? And I want you to f**k me."
Father Damien breathes heavily, though he's acting uninterested; he had thought of this moment too. He walked two steps closer to her.
"But you haven't done it before, and you don't know how it feels."
"I know I haven't, but I have seen it," Anna replied.
Father Damien raised his brow. "Where...?"
"I can't disclose that, but I have my way of satisfying my wants," Anna said.
"Interesting," Father Damien responded, walking around her slowly, biting his lips as he stared at her figure.
Anna stood silent and still, swallowing deep with fear, though d
