Joanie had known what she was doing that night. Considering he hadn’t had scratches on him or any sign that she’d fought him, showed what was obvious—she had willfully opened her legs to him.
She, Joanie Saint Claire, had done nothing to stop him from breaking her hymen, therefore making her a contributor to his impending doom. Their doom.
She should have screamed, clawed his face, and kicked his groin. But what had she done? Spread her legs wide then dug the soles of her feet into his ass. That last part he remembered well. Why? Who the fuck knows?
Maybe it was that good. “Hell.” The word flew out of his mouth before he could stop himself. He heard Joanie breathe, a deep intake, but before he could apologize, Father Keeley reprimanded him in his nasally annoying tone.
“Watch your mouth, boy. You are in the house of God.”
Nolan elbowed him. “Yeah, man. We’re in the house of Allah,” he added with a grin.
“Sorry, Father.” Fine, he’d been acting like a jerk since he’d arrived this afternoon, but he had his reasons—he too was a victim in this mess. So whoever thought he was a jerk could go to hell.
About the Author
Tierney O’Malley is a multi-published author of erotic and paranormal romance. Her books appeared on KOBO, Bookstrand, and other third party bestsellers list. Ms O’Malley lives with her husband and children in Seattle Washington, and is currently working on a new novel and sets of series she recently sold.
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