Page 1 of Satan's Priest

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GRACE

“God, you feel so good, baby,” Sebastian groaned into my ear as he rocked into me.

With each hard thrust of his hips, I gasped as he fucked me against the door of the janitor’s closet where we were hiding. His coarse pubic hair ground against my swollen clit with every smack of his hips against mine. He gyrated against me in a circle, pressing closer, aware that I enjoyed it, as it always led to an orgasm.

Sebastian silenced my moans and mewls when he covered my mouth with his hand during my climax.

His movements became jerky and slowed as he whimpered while following me into his own orgasm. We breathed heavily, and he dropped his hand from my mouth when it became too hard for me to breathe. With only a sliver of light filtering beneath the door, we made eye contact in the dimly lit closet.

My heart raced so fast that it felt like it might fall out of my chest and land at my boyfriend’s feet. I gasped for air, trying hard to keep quiet as I did so. A sigh slipped from me as Sebastian pulled his softening cock out of me, and he stepped away while gently putting me back on my feet.

I fixed my skirt and panties so they were in place. Sebastian took off the used condom and tied the end into a knot. He glanced around for somewhere to throw it away and frowned when he couldn’t find anywhere.

“Aw, don’t do that. Gross,” I said, scrunching my nose when he discarded the condom into the cloth basket where the dirty towels went. The janitor would most likely go to Father Thomas about this. Then the whole school would be called to the gym, where we would have to sit and listen to him talk about how premarital sex was a sin and would send us straight to Hell.

“What? It’s not that bad.” Sebastian fixed his pants, then adjusted the crooked tie I had wrapped around my hand and jerked a couple of times during sex. He innocently smiled and turned toward me, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “C’mon, we should go before Sister Theresa finds us.”

Yeah, I didn’t want any trouble with Sister Theresa. Sometimes I felt like she had some kind of vendetta against me. She would look directly at me while talking about people going to Hell for doing certain things. Other times, she said my name—or talked about the grace of God—but her gaze was fixed on me. It gave mixed signals, and I couldn’t help but assume she had something against me.

Sebastian cautiously opened the door and peeked outside to ensure it was safe. He dragged me out of the closet by my hand when no one was around. As soon as I closed the door behind me, the bell rang, and seconds later, students filled the hallway. The hum of their conversations drowned out any minor sounds as they spoke with their friends.

I fixed my plaid skirt, ensuring the back didn’t catch in my underwear. The last thing I needed was for the entire school to see my butt.

“Are you going to the concert tonight?” I asked Sebastian as we made our way through the busy hallway.

A person bumped into me and wrapped their arm around my shoulder.

“Hey!” I said, turning to them, then smiled as I noticed it was Layla.

“You still going with me tonight?” She grinned, and her hazel eyes lit up with excitement.

“I was just talking to Sebastian about it.”

She frowned. “He’s coming?”

“He’s right here and no, I don’t know about going. I heard they’re devil worshippers,” Sebastian said from my other side.

His grip on my hand tightened, signaling his discomfort with Layla’s presence. Their relationship wasn’t the best; she disliked him, and he could hardly tolerate her. Although I was unaware of why she despised him, she repeatedly mentioned he gave her bad vibes. It wasn’t a good enough excuse and no matter how many times I told Layla to lay off, she ignored me.

While we were walking down the hall to our next class, I turned to Sebastian and let out a sigh. “Those are just rumors, and you know how it is; they’re never true.”

“There is always a fact that makes these rumors come about. Who knows, maybe they really are devil worshippers.” He shrugged. “Their band name kind of gives it away.”

I must admit, Sebastian was right about their band name. Satan’s Priest screamed that the band was devil worshippers. But their music . . . Oh man, I loved their music so much. I had to keep my love for the band a secret from my family, who were strict Catholics. They were so religious that they would have called the priest to “save” me if they found out.

Layla scoffed and unhooked her arm from my shoulder. Walking ahead of us, she turned around and walked backward, unconcerned about bumping into the crowd of students. “Well, if you don’t want to come to an innocent concert, then stay home, but I’m bringing my friend with me.”

Sebastian stabbed his fingers through his dark brown hair, giving her an annoyed look. “Maybe I want to spend time with my girlfriend.”

I sighed heavily and tightened my lips into a thin line.

I should have broken up this fight, but I knew Layla. She’d talk over me and continue to badger Sebastian.

“Well, your girlfriend is going to be busy getting dicked by some devil worshippers. Stay home, little man, and let the grown-ups have some fun.” She smirked.

Oh, god. Now I’d have to convince Sebastian that I wouldn’t cheat on him with some band members I didn’t know aside from their music.