Chapter 2

Sophia’s POV

The heavy wooden door of the prayer room clicked shut and the sound made my stomach tighten with a mix of fear and something hotter that I didn’t want to name.

Father Damien stood there looking at me with those dark eyes that seemed to see right through my clothes.

My panties were already soaked from the confession booth and my nipples stayed hard and aching against my damp bra. I could feel my own heartbeat pulsing between my legs as I stood there not knowing what to do next.

“Come sit on my lap Sophia,” he said in that deep commanding voice while he lowered...