Page 154 of Corpse Roads
“What do you mean?”
“The way you make me feel. All of you, at the same time. I should tell you that Leighton has kissed me. And in Croyde, Hunter, um, he… we—”
“Slept together?” Enzo hisses.
“No! We just kissed and… he touched me. I liked it.”
“He was the one who told me to stay away from you!” Enzo’s face flushes as he takes a big step back. “That son of a bitch. I can’t believe it.”
“It wasn’t like that, Enz. It just happened.”
“With him and not me?” he deadpans.
I should fall to my knees before him or pray for forgiveness from the Lord Almighty. Pastor Michaels would beat me black and blue if he heard any of this. I hate how that makes me want to do this even more.
“You’re right to be upset with me,” I whisper sadly. “This is all my fault. Sins corrupt a holy man’s soul. I’ve been corrupted. I’m evil.”
Before my tears can fall, Enzo rushes back to me. I’m swept into his arms and lifted off the countertop. My back crashes into the nearby cupboard as he pins me against it, his lips seeking out mine.
In a moment I’ve dreamed about for months, our mouths frantically meet. Fireworks explode within me—bursts of heat and excitement, my nervous system becoming awash with pure sensation.
Enzo’s lips are like velvet, teasing my compliance as he takes exactly what he wants without coming up for air. It’s not like when the others kissed me. This is ravenous, infuriated.
I feel like I’m being punished, but the twisted voice in my head gladly accepts the beating his hungry lips bring. I’ll surrender and take my sentence if it means he will spend forever kissing me just like this. I feel like a missing puzzle piece has slipped into place.
“Fuck the pastor,” he hisses against my lips. “Fuck him and everything he has taught you. There isn’t an evil bone in your body, Harlow Michaels.”
Enzo kisses me again—harder, faster, his entire body rocking into me. The pressure is intoxicating. All I want is to crawl inside his body and hide there, curled around his heart like a cancerous parasite he can never escape from.
He shifts back slightly to let his hand skate down the length of my frame until he’s teasing the waistband of my soft yoga pants. My heart rate triples with anticipation.
“Do you want this?” he growls out.
“Y-Yes… I want you, Enz.”
Giving me time to change my mind, Enzo eases his hand inside. I’m pinned against the cupboard, a willing victim to his exploration. His teeth nip at my bottom lip as he pulls aside the material of my panties.
I can feel the wetness soaking into them from between my legs. It’s embarrassing, but having him dominate me like this is heart-pounding. I feel so special under his attention.
“Did Hunter touch you like this?”
“What?” I refocus on him.
Enzo’s fingers gently pinch my bundle of nerves, sending tremors through my body. He buries his face in my neck, his voice strained.
“Or was it more like this?”
He pushes a finger deep inside of my slick opening, causing me to moan out loud. I’m so worked up and wet, it didn’t even hurt this time. Bliss pulsates through me.
“Answer me, little one. I want to know why my best friend tasted your sweet pussy before me. I’ve been waiting very patiently.”
“I d-don’t…”
Squeezing my eyes shut, I see stars behind my lids as his finger moves in and out of me with confident ease. When he thrusts another finger inside, I’m stretched even wider. I feel so full, ready to burst.
I’m not completely clueless. I know there’s more than this to being with someone physically. The thought of sleeping with any of them is petrifying. I’ve seen how painful and awful it is.
All of the girls that Pastor Michaels touched were left broken, empty shells torn apart by the torture. I can’t imagine any of the guys hurting me like that, but it’s all I know.