I woke up the next morning feeling like I had been thoroughly claimed.
My entire body ached in the most delicious, sinful way. My p***y was swollen, red, and incredibly sensitive. Every tiny movement sent a reminder of how many times Lucien had f****d me the night before. Thick, sticky trails of his c*m had dried on my inner thighs and leaked onto the silk sheets. My heavy breasts were covered in bite marks, hickeys, and faint bruises from his rough hands. Pieces of my torn nun habit still clung to my body like a shameful badge of my fall from grace.
I was no longer Sister Evelyn of St. Agnes Convent.
I was Lucien Voss’s personal f**k toy.
Lucien was already awake, propped up on one elbow beside me, watching me with those dark, possessive eyes. His fingers lazily circled one of my sens
