“Turn over,” Elias said, moving away from me.
“What?” I whimpered in confusion, watching as he moved to sit at the edge of the bed.
His face was no longer the calm one of a caring priest. It was starved and predatory; a man who had spent fifteen years burying his hunger under layers of scripture and stiff collars.
Before I could think, he grabbed my waist, his large hands sinking into my flesh with a bruising strength, flipped me onto my stomach, and pulled me into his lap in one fluid motion.
The suddenness of it stole the air from my lungs. My face was pressed into the cool cotton of his duvet, my heart hammering against my ribs. I felt him gather the hem of his t-shirt I was wearing and bunch it up around my waist, exposing my naked ass to the chilled air of the room.
“You ass is j
