Elena paced her bedroom after Father Mike left, his words still bouncing around in her head like empty echoes. Chastity, devotion, the holy path, all that talk about denying the body for the soul. She stopped in front of the mirror, staring at her reflection. The girl looking back had wide eyes, flushed cheeks, and a simple dress that hid the marks Jax had left on her skin, but inside? Inside, she was on fire.
Everything he'd said just made it clearer. No more doubt, no twist of guilt in her gut. The nun life wasn't for her, it was a prison, a cold cell locking away the things she craved now. The stretch of her p***y around a thick c**k, the sweat slicking her skin as she got pounded hard, the raw f**k that made her body scream and shake.
She could feel it even now, that ache between he
