their girls and they don't get better. They're the kind of dope fiends that are beyond help. Before you know it, he's gonna be trying to get you to sell it for him.”
She averted her gaze and my face flushed.
“He's already tried,” she muttered, a tear falling down her face. “I mean, I didn't do it, but he asked me before. Beat me when I didn't do it. God, I'm an idiot!”
She began to sob and I got up to pull her into a hug. She buried her face in my chest and I cooed at her. My heart ached for her. She was far too beautiful to be asked to do such things. I was an addict, but there was no way in hell I'd ever ask a woman to do anything like that to feed my addiction. The very thought made my stomach churn.
Then, I did something I thought I would immediately regret. I pressed my lips to hers. It was a wet, messy, imperfect kiss but when she took me by surprise and kissed me back, it felt like magic. Not even alcohol could make me feel like that.
She slipped her tongue into my mouth and my eyes widened. I did not expect her to reciprocate at all, let alone take control, yet there we were. She was still crying, but she wouldn't stop kissing me. Her hand traveled down my torso and my breathing hitched. Suddenly, her fingertips were at my waist. She slipped them inside the towel and pulled the knot that I had made. I gasped as she exposed me and lightly ran her fingertips against my manhood. I tried to protest against her lips, not sure if she was in the proper emotional state to be doing what we were doing, but she wouldn't even let me talk. Instead, she bit my lip and kissed her way down my body. I was trembling, but not for the usual reason.
I felt her mouth wrap around my manhood and I groaned. She moved her tongue against me for a moment before pulling off her skirt and jumping onto the counter-top. I stared at her, confused.
“Please,” she whispered. “I need to feel you.”
Slowly, I nodded. Seizing her by the waist, I pressed my lips against hers and pushed my way inside of her. She let out a moan and I grunted. Our bodies moved together, my hips rotating against hers. I ran my hands up her shirt and under her bra, touching her perky breasts. She moaned and I thrust harder, softly kissing her lips. I felt her shiver.
“Oh Roman,” she gasped. Her eyes bulged and she added, much louder, “Right there!”
I kissed her lips and continued thrusting her as hard as I could. I felt her womanhood tighten around me and my breathing hitched. It had been a very long time since I made love, so I climaxed without warning. However, judging by her breathing and the euphoric smile on her face, she had done the same. I pulled out of her and kissed her lips once more, looking into her deep, green eyes. I ran my hand through her thick blonde hair and leaned forward to kiss her forehead. However, she pulled away and shook her head. She jumped off the counter and pulled on her skirt as I watched her, confusedly.
“What's wrong?” I asked, frowning.
She shook her head and hurriedly went into another room. I followed her.
“Hey, you can't just—”
She pulled my clothes out of the dryer and threw them at me, cutting me off as she murmured something under her breath.
“What the hell is going on? You just sleep with me and then—”
Shaking her head, she pushed me out of the laundry room and towards the front door. I was reluctant. I didn't understand what was wrong.
“You have to go!” she shouted, pushing me into the hallway. “This was a mistake. Go on! Get out of here!”
“But—”
She shut the door in my face.
Chapter 5 – Rehabilitation
I waited outside the mission for a whole week. Every day, I pulled one of the nuns aside and asked if they knew where she was. Every day, I got the same exasperated answer. She had been missing her shifts the entire time. It was starting to worry me.
The anxiety that I was starting to get from concerning myself with her affairs was overwhelming. Every