Blessed: A Bad Priest Romance

by Alexis Angel

  I keep on riding him toward sweet oblivion, my brain and heart racing at a thousand miles per hour. I feel as if I’m stretching my sanity to its limits, but I can’t stop myself. Even if it kills me, I need to come one more time.

  "As hard as you can… As hard as you can… As hard as you --" Connor shuts me up real quick, thrusting upward so fiercely that every single one of my nerve endings explodes. My eyes bulge in their sockets, and I think that my heart even stops for a couple of seconds. Right now, I’m not sure what’s happening with my body; my mind has checked out, and I feel like I’m having an out-of-body experience, seeing it all unfold in the third person.

  The most intense orgasm I've ever experienced takes over, a whirlwind of burning sensations climbing up my spine in a flash. Tumbling backwards, I allow his cock to pop out of me and I simply sprawl myself on the floor, my limbs flailing as I try to regain control of my body. Jesus, this is almost too much… I’m almost afraid of going insane. And no, I’m not being dramatic; just try cumming this many times, and this hard, and you’ll see what I’m talking about.

  I open my mouth to say something, but I can’t even do that. I’ve reached my limits, and I’m not even sure if I can stand up right now. But, of course, there’s still something I want to do, and where there’s a will, there’s a way.

  Pushing myself up to a sitting position, I then kneel in front of Connor. "Give me all you got…" I whisper, rubbing my breasts with the palm of my hands. "I want to be covered in cum, Connor … from head to toe," I continue, my heart somehow quickening its pace even more than before as I imagine the scene I’m describing.

  "Ask --"

  "And it shall be given," I finish his sentence for him, echoing his words from a long time ago. He grins as he hears me say it, and then he goes up to his feet. Standing up, he towers over me like a giant, his cock looking more like a ramming device than what something men are supposed to have. And to think I’ve had that thing inside every single one of my holes…

  "Do it," I entice him as I keep on rubbing my breasts. He doesn’t wait a second longer and, curling his fingers around his cock, he starts stroking himself. His hands fly back and forth over his shaft, and I watch as his muscles seem to bulge under his skin, stretching it thin. His abs look like thick squares or marble, and every contour of his muscles seems to have been chiseled out of stone.

  It doesn’t take him long; before I know it, thick strands of cum are shooting out of his cock. They fly in an arch toward me, and I open my mouth by instinct; one of them lands straight on my mouth, but the others crash against my face and breasts. He keeps on cumming though, his hand still moving furiously over his cock.

  I didn’t even know it was possible for a man to hold so much semen inside of him. I have no idea how long he keeps on cumming, but I can tell you that, by the time he’s finished, that there’s cum covering almost every single inch of my body.

  "Perfect," I purr, smearing it all over my chest and covering my nipples in it. Using two fingers, I scoop up the cum dripping between my breasts, and I go up to my feet. Smiling at Connor, I part his lips with these fingers, and then slide them into his mouth. He sucks them dry, slowly, and then it’s his turn to do the same.

  Much like I did, he uses two fingers to scoop up cum from my neck, and then he brings them up to my mouth. He doesn’t even need to part my lips; I just open my mouth and dive forward, taking his fingers into my mouth and sucking on them hard. When he finally takes them out of my mouth, we’re drawn to each other by animal magnetism.

  Closing the distance between us, our mouths find each other and we start kissing in complete abandonment, our tongues wrestling over a layer of cum. I press my chest against his, feeling my whole body slippery, and I wrap my arms around him.

  "I hope you’ll remember this… I hope you’ll remember me," he whispers, a pale sadness in his eyes, and then he strokes my cheek with the back of his hand. "Because I’ll never forget you."

  "Neither will I, Connor … never."

  32

  Clarise

  "Goodbye, Connor," I tell him, going on tiptoes and kissing his forehead. He looks at me, surprised that I’ve made my peace with him going back to Rome, and I crack a little smile.

  "Will you be alright?" he asks me as he finishes buttoning up his shirt. "Tell me you’ll be alright."

  "I’ll be alright," I reply with a quick nod, pulling the straps of my dress over my shoulders. With one final smile, I turn around and start walking down the chapel, the confident click of my heels like the sound of a ticking clock. And maybe it sounds like a ticking clock because, right now, there’s a countdown going on inside my head.

  Oh, yeah, if you thought I’d let go of Connor this easily, that’s because you don’t know me yet. I’ve told you before, and I’ll tell you again, I always get what I want. And what I want is Connor.

  Hurrying up the path toward the mansion, I try and think of what might be pushing Connor over the edge. Even though he doesn’t want to tell me what’s going on, it’s as obvious as daylight that there’s something going on. And I’m going to find out exactly what that something is.

  Rushing up the stairway inside the mansion, I go back to my room and shut the door behind me. Connor seems hellbent on leaving as soon as possible, so I have to move quickly or risk losing him forever.

  "Okay, let’s go," I whisper to myself, pushing the straps of my dress down my arms and tugging the fabric down. Kicking my high-heels off, I then step out of my dress and take my lingerie off, doing it as quickly as I can. The moment I’m naked, I hop inside my bathroom and turn the shower head on. I don’t even wait for the water to warm up; I just step under the running water and let its coldness jolt me, hoping for it to help me clear my head.

  After I’ve showered, I dry myself off and step into my wardrobe. It’s time to choose something fitting for war, because right now that’s what I’m about to do, start a war. I pick my most professional black dress, put on some make-up, and walk out of my bedroom like a woman on a mission.

  "Woah, where are you going?" my father asks me as he watches me walk down the stairs. He has his reading glasses on, which probably means he has either left the library, or his private office.

  "Where’s Earl?" I ask him, trying to keep my voice down. I don’t want to make my father suspicious of anything, especially because I still don’t know exactly what’s going on.

  "Earl? What do you want with Earl?" he asks me, and there’s already a note of suspicion there. But what else did I expect? My brother and I aren’t exactly on good terms, and lately all I’ve wanted was distance from that asshole. So, yeah, I guess it’s kinda suspicious of me to be asking about his whereabouts right now. But it doesn’t matter; the clock is ticking, and I must hurry.

  "I want to talk to him… Maybe, you know, try and make peace," I reply, feigning a smile. I must've sounded convincing, because right now there’s a huge smile on my father’s face.

  "Well, it was about time. I always knew Connor would be a good influence for the two of you."

  C’mon, Dad, just tell me where Earl is!

  "Yeah, I know. You were totally right about that," I continue, trying not to sound impatient. "So, have you seen him?"

  "Well, last time I checked he was in his study, going over some financials. But I don’t know if --"

  "Thanks, Dad!" I tell him, feigning joy and failing miserably, and then I keep on hurrying down the stairs without giving my father the chance to keep on speaking. He’d probably go on a tangent about the importance of a family, and right now that’s the last thing I need.

  What I need is to crush my brother’s head under a vice. Yeah, maybe I’m being overly dramatic, but so what? I’m pretty sure that he’s the one behind Connor leaving, and I’ll be damned if I’ll let him have his way.

  As I reach the bottom of the stairs, my gaze catches one of the full-plate armors in a corner of the hallway. I consider stealing the sword from the empty armor, but I don’t want to risk
ending the night covered in blood. Yeah, in case you haven’t noticed, I’m pissed enough to commit murder right now.

  "Earl!" I shout as I walk down the corridor that leads to his study. I stop in front of his door and, gritting my teeth, I turn the handle on the door and try to push it open. It’s locked, but I don’t even bother with knocking, I just slam my fist against the door as hard as I can. Earl’s study is on the opposite side to where my parents have their bedroom, and so there’s not a chance in hell that they’ll be able to hear us. "Open up, Earl! RIGHT FUCKING NOW!"

  "And here she is, the Donovan princess," he mocks me as he opens up the door. He leans against the doorway clumsily, almost as if he has forgotten how to stand up, and just looks at me with a mocking smile. "What the hell do you want? Came here to apologize?"

  "Apologize?" I growl, reaching for him and pushing him inside the room. He stumbles backward against his desk, hitting it hard and sending the open bottle of whisky he has there tumbling down to the floor.

  "Hey, what the fuck!" he cries out, going down on his knees to pick the bottle up from the floor. "What the fuck’s wrong with you?"

  "You are what’s wrong with me. And you either start talking right now or I’ll give you the beating you always needed."

  33

  Clarise

  "What the fuck are you on about?" Earl asks me, going up to his feet clumsily, the bottle of whisky in his hands. "Are you on drugs, Clarise? Because it sure as hell looks like it."

  "Stop pretending you have no idea what I’m talking about, asshole," I threaten him, turning around and locking the door of his study. I take the key off the lock and curl my fingers around it, gripping it so hard that my knuckles turn white.

  If you think I’m putting myself in danger, don’t worry; my brother is a class-A asshole, but he’s nothing more than a coward. And, judging by the expression that took over his face as I locked the door, that cowardice is getting the better of him right now. And that’s exactly what I want.

  Feel afraid, brother, feel very afraid.

  "I have no idea what you’re talking about," he tells me, almost as an insult. Sitting down on the leather chair behind his desk, he refills his glass of whisky and downs the whole thing at once. Running one hand through his hair, he then smacks his lips together and looks at me in complete silence, waiting for me to say something.

  "Why’s Connor leaving?" I ask him, taking one step toward the desk and placing both my hands on top of it. "Tell me, and make it quick."

  "Connor’s leaving?" he asks me, widening his eyes in genuine surprise. Jesus, what if he isn’t the one pushing Connor out? What if I made a mistake? But no… He might not know that Connor’s leaving, but there’s something he isn’t telling me. And I want to know what it is.

  "Yes, he’s leaving. And I want to know why," I insist, staring him down.

  "Oh, are you sad you’re going to lose your boyfriend, ‘sis?" he taunts me, refilling his glass once more. "You must be so heartbroken right now. Are you going to cry? You can cry if you want."

  "You’re the who’s going to be crying if you don’t spill the beans." I lower my voice menacingly, making it clear that I might do good on my threats and give him a serious beating.

  "It’s quite simple, ‘sis," he leans over the desk, placing his elbows on it and looking at me with that mocking smile of his. "I outsmarted the both of you. You thought you could plot against me behind my back, didn’t you? Well, that’s over now, Clarise, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me."

  "What are you saying?" I ask, growing more impatient by the second.

  "You still haven’t got it, huh? I have proof that the two of you were fucking. That’s right… I’ve got footage of the two of you going at it in the church. And, hm, you guys really seemed into it. Tell me, Clarise, is he a good lay? Because you sure as hell screamed your heart out."

  "You fucking --" I start, gritting my teeth together and walking around the desk. Grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, I ball my hands into fists and I prepare to punch the living shit out of him.

  "Calm the fuck down, Clarise. I’m the one holding the cards right now. Keep on acting like such a bitch and I’ll expose you to the whole city. Don’t think that I won’t do it; I’ll ruin Connor, I’ll ruin you, and I’ll ruin whoever gets in my way."

  "I’m your sister…" I tell him in disbelief, my grip on his shirt growing weak. I never really got along with Earl, but this is too much. To think that my own brother’s blackmailing me… how did this happen?

  "What do I care if you’re my sister?" he spits back at me. "You’re nothing more than a common slut, Clarise, but your party ways have finally screwed you over. Now go back to whatever hole you crawled out of, and leave me the fuck alone."

  Everyone has their limits, and I’ve just reached mine.

  This time I don’t even bother with slapping him; no, I cock my arm back and let my closed fist fly straight into his face. It connects so hard that Earl falls out from his chair, clutching his nose as bright blood starts dripping out of his nose.

  "You fucking bitch!" he cries out in pain, trying to get up. Staring down at the pathetic excuse of a man that’s my brother, I place my high-heel on his chest and keep him down on the floor; reaching for his glass of whisky, I grab it and throw its contents all over him.

  "Here, have a celebratory drink, asshole," I tell him coldly, feeling ice running through my veins. Finally taking my foot off of his chest, I make for the door and unlock it. Before I leave, though, I turn around to look into his eyes one final time.

  "If you think I’m giving up on everything I’ve ever wanted, you’re out of your mind. I won’t give up on the company, I won’t give up on our family, and I sure as hell won’t give up on Connor."

  "Yeah?" he asks me, that mocking tone still in his voice. I guess he still hasn’t learned his lesson. I almost go back just so I can punch him again, but this time I manage to restrain myself. Nothing good will come out of that. This is a war that won’t be won with fists. This is a war that’ll be won with brains… And, unfortunately for my brother, my brains are much bigger than his.

  "What are you going to do about it, Clarise?" he taunts me, and I can see his teeth painted in bright red blood as he grins. Not really an improvement on his ugly mug, but I did my best.

  "I’ll tell you what I’m going to do, Earl. I’m going to make sure you’ll never run the family business. You’re done."

  With that, I bolt out of his office, my brain working at full speed.

  I might not have started this war, but I sure as hell am going to finish it.

  34

  Connor

  I should be long gone by now, but I never got to deliver Jonathan my letter of resignation. Crap, I think to myself as the elevator climbs up to the top floor of the Donovan building.

  This is going to be bad; today’s the day of the yearly board meeting, and I was supposed to attend it as the Donovan’s adviser. But now here I am, ready to resign right before one of the most important meetings of the year. Yeah, give me the Adviser of the Year award already.

  But it’s not like I can do anything else. If I step inside the boardroom, I’ll have my back against the wall. I’ll either throw Clarise under the bus or I’ll back Earl in what’ll be an idiotic move for the company. So, while it might not be ideal, I’m just going to remove myself from the equation.

  "Oh, you showed up," Earl tells me in a surprised tone, looking at me as he watches me walk inside Jonathan’s office. He’s sitting by his father’s side, and it looks like the two of them are going over some documents before the meeting.

  "Oh, just in time, Connor!" Jonathan greets me happily, getting up from his seat and clapping me on the back. "You won’t believe the gem Earl found. An airline in Indonesia, can you believe it? And the numbers look great! I know it’s a bit premature to be thinking of a move like this, but perhaps Earl’s right. Risking a part of our fortune in a strong company like this might be the right move f
or us."

  Red Lion Aviation, a strong company? I have to resist the urge to laugh. After Earl revealed his intentions of backing an Indonesian airline with over $2 billion dollars, I couldn’t resist the urge to dig deeper and I’ve reached out to a few of my contacts in Rome. It’s all pretty muddy, but it seems that Red Lion Aviation is nothing more than a front for something very, very shady…

  My best guess is that Earl has been seduced by the quick mountains of money that can be made in the drug-trade, and he’s trying to position himself in that market. Of course, what he doesn’t know is that I’ve already alerted a few of my higher-ups to the fact. If he manages to convince Jonathan to make the investment, he’ll quickly realize that the American authorities will put a quick stop to his ambitions.

  So, you were thinking that just because I was resigning that I had abandoned the Donovans? Not a chance in hell; I might have to quit because of Clarise, but I’m not going to let this family go down this easily because of a giant fucker like Earl.

  With that said, it’s time for me to man up and face the music.

  "Jonathan," I start, "I can’t advise you on this."

  "Why not?" he asks me, slightly surprised. "The numbers look good and --"

  "It has nothing to do with that," I cut him short, my heart suddenly starting to race at a thousand miles per hour. "I have something I must confess."

  "Shouldn’t it be the other way around?" Jonathan laughs, leaning back against his chair and folding his arms over his chest. "I always thought that holy men were the ones listening to confessions from the common folk, not the other way around."

  "I’ve fallen in love with Clarise," I force myself to say, not wanting to beat around the bush endlessly. Certain things are like pulling out teeth when you’re younger; you just have to do it, and the less you wait, the better it goes. "Because of that, I’m leaving my position as the family adviser," I continue, taking my resignation letter out of my front pocket and placing it in front of Jonathan.