Crucifixed (Royal Bastards MC: NYC Book 2) B.B. Blaque (top romance novels .TXT) 📖

be my first choice. Taking my time with them and keeping her eyes from seeing the carnage was probably the best option.

“Yeah, I can more than deal with that. As long as she’s safe and FOCUS is by my side, we’re good.”

“Well, then. You’ll know how to proceed when the time is right. It’ll take awhile. The auction will start in three hours. The event must proceed so no suspicions are raised. That’s where you’ll have to trust me. I wish I could give you more specifics, but at this point, there aren’t any. We wait.”

Bish walked out the door, and we set in to wait with our dicks in our hands until shit unraveled. I took a deep breath and realized that with so many years of waitin’, it was a drop in the fuckin’ bucket. The part that coulda killed me outta the gate was puttin’ my faith in the auction. It was still happenin’ and she’d be up for grabs.

God, you remember my prayer? I really don’t care if I die. Get her outta this shit show.

15

Like a Virgin

The whole ride over, I just kept repeating my prayers for Crucifix and tried to accept my fate. The guard was driving and didn’t say anything. I was grateful. I had to keep my mind where it needed to be for once. On his needs and off of my own. We drove for hours and, behind the blindfold, I was only sure of one thing—I wasn’t going to die in Brooklyn. When we finally stopped and got out of the car, I noticed how quiet it was. We’re far away from the City—any city.

“Okay, sister . . . I gotta take you to your new room. You might like it better, but it’s a shame you won’t get to see it until later.”

His hands pushed on my shoulders as he prodded me up a few cobblestone steps. I could hear hurried feet but no voices as I was guided into a room with a smooth floor.

Just be with him, God. Save his soul.

We seemed to walk forever, went up in an elevator, and down one of many long hallways. Finally, we stopped.

“You can get comfortable in here. It’s gonna be awhile.” The guard tied my arm to the post on a bed and didn’t say anything else before walking out.

There were sounds outside the door—other doors opening and closing, people in conversation walking by. I heard horns honking downstairs and imagined a wave of priests coming in to watch me disgraced and then killed like a sacrifice. I’m not a worthy sacrifice. Only the pure are valuable enough to be sacrificed.

It must have been hours before I heard my door open, close again, and locks falling into place. This is it!

As the footsteps neared the bed, I smelled the smoke on his clothes and knew it must be the guard coming to take me to my humiliation. Heavy weight was lowered onto the bed and the guard started to speak quietly.

“Ya know, sister . . . those men are hungry for your fresh meat tonight.” A large hand landed on my thigh, pushing under my gown. “They aren’t the only ones. I mean . . . fuckin’ you is outta the question, but there are so many other things that can be done.”

He lifted up my habit and I was exposed completely. I could practically feel his lecherous eyes inspecting every inch of me and was already feeling dirty. A calloused finger traced down my body and pinched at a nipple.

Ouch! Only Crucifix is allowed to do that.

“What do ya know . . . my fingers are the first to touch that holy little cunt.” The tips of his fingers slid up and down my lips and spread them open. I felt so violated. It was my own fault and I swore to go to my death with a calm heart for Crucifix. Death would be easier than what that piece of shit was doing to me. The worst would be if my body responded to his touch.

No, please. No lustful thoughts.

“You shave that pretty slit. Shame on you, sister. Were you getting ready for someone?” He was tormenting me by going slow and barely touching my clit when he ran his fingers up. His breathing was loud and he sounded like an animal ready to devour me. “This hole has never even had a cock touch it . . . or in it. As hot as you are, it was a damn waste to become a nun.”

His finger was stroking shallowly inside my pussy and circling around. I’m not responding. All of my impure thoughts were gone. He’s not Crucifix.

The weight shifted from the bed and my legs were roughly pulled apart. Then, there was a mouth on me and his tongue was exploring everywhere. I felt his saliva on my thigh and going down between my ass cheeks.

Stop.

Take your punishment.

“Mmm . . . mmm . . . mmm! Sweet virgin snatch. I bet you’re tight as fuck in there.” He shoved his tongue inside of me and thrust in and out like he was fucking me. I tried not to make a sound. I deserve to be tormented in Hell by my biggest sin—lust. I’m in Purgatory on my way to Hell.

“I bet your fine pussy would wrap my cock tighter than a condom . . . it’d almost be worth the beatin’ I’d take for ruinin’ the merchandise.”

I’m already ruined.

He stood up and was quickly at my head. I heard a zipper being lowered and cringed with every fiber of my being. Then he grabbed my free hand and forced my fingers closed around his hard cock. He reached down and kept probing between my thighs.

“If I can’t be first