THE TEMPTRESS

||Church||

•KADEN•

Leaning casually against the doorframe, I folded my arms and sensed her sharp gaze fixated on me. Slowly lifting my head, our eyes met across the room.

A hint of surprise flickered on her face but was swiftly replaced by a blank expression, and I concealed a smirk.

I was aware she had trailed me here, though the reason remained a mystery.

"How long have you been standing there?" she inquired, her voice echoing in the empty church.

"Long enough," I responded, and her reaction betrayed a moment of startlement.

The truth was, I had been waiting inside the confessional booth, anticipating her follow-up based on instinct, and my hunch proved right. What I didn't anticipate was overhearing her silent prayers for me.

"Why'd you follow me here, Stephanie?" I queried, pushing off the doorframe.

As I approached, she shifted back on the pew, avoiding my proximity.

With hands stuffed in my pockets, I looked down at her. "I asked you a question."

She remained silent, locking eyes with mine. Sinking into the space next to her, I threw my arm behind the seat.

"I got curious," she finally replied, and I cocked my head, calculating her.

"About what?"

"About whether you had found any lead on my brother. It's been a while since you last updated me, and I want to know if you've discovered anything new."

It sounded reasonable, yet I wasn't entirely convinced.

Leaning closer, I twirled a lock of her hair around my fingers. I usually didn't go for brunettes, but she was an exception-simply beautiful.

"You wanted to know about your brother?" I asked, lowering my tone.

"Yes," she replied firmly.

"Well, here's your answer." Trailing my finger down her jaw, I gripped her chin, turning her face so she could look at me.

"I don't think he exists." She paled, and I brushed my lips against hers. "Either he's dead, or I'm chasing a nonexistent person."

Her eyes widened slightly in shock, and I shifted my gaze from her lips to meet her eyes directly.

"You should've been praying for that. Praying for me to find him and bring you two back together," I said, my grip on her chin tightening as I leaned in. "Not praying for me to resist falling for you."

She made a soft sound as I gently turned her face forward, revealing the cross of Jesus hanging on the wall behind the podium stand.

"Did you really believe he'd answer those prayers for you?"

I scoffed, biting my bottom lip.

"Kaden," she called out with a muffled tone, and I turned to look at her.

Slowly releasing her chin, I brushed my thumb against her bottom lip, her eyes shooting lasers at my skin, but my distraction prevailed.

She looks amazing right now; I could just take her here. Fuck, it's driving me crazy.

Lowering my hand, I halted at the waistband of her tight leather skirt. Meeting her eyes once more, she shook her head slightly, signaling for me to stop.

Like hell I will.

Smirking and biting my bottom lip, I slipped my hand inside her skirt. I parted her thighs, which she had tightly pressed together, until my fingers brushed against the smooth skin of her pussy.

I love the sensation of her pussy in my hand-silky, bare, and always ready for me.

Leaning towards the base of her neck, I took in her scent. I love that she always smells heavenly to me-exotic, alluring, and simultaneously delicious and sweet.

My favorite smell.

I let my fingers explore, finding her entrance. Sucking the skin of her neck into my mouth, I slipped my fingers inside, and she let out a quiet moan of resistance.

Running my tongue down her collarbone, I leaned back and looked up at her.

"Why do you seem uncomfortable?"

Her sharp gaze immediately met mine.

"Now's not the time or place, Kaden. Please," she pleaded with a hint of annoyance.

I chuckled, slowly moving my fingers in and out, causing her to close her eyes and let out a soft moan.

"Who's going to stop me? You?" She shot me a quick side glance before closing her eyes again and tilting her head back.

"Baby, you can't stop me from losing control and doing what I want to you."

"Ahh." A grin spread across my face as I heard her moan.

I love it when she makes those sounds. Pretending she hates it, but secretly enjoying every second.

She finally opened her eyes, focusing straight ahead. Following her gaze, I smirked when I realized she was staring at the cross of Jesus.

I moved in closer, sliding my fingers deeper, making her arch against the bench.

"Are you worried Jesus is watching?"

My thumb moved gently, and she bit back a moan, eyes fixed on the cross.

"Don't worry, baby. Jesus won't mind," I reassured, kissing her neck. "We all know that he's watching over us from heaven above."

Her lips parted, a soft moan escaping as she fought to maintain composure.

"That's what God does best, anyway." I added, picking up the pace.

"He likes to watch."

Leaning on her neck, I intensified, and she climaxed seconds later. Trembling thighs betrayed the shattering pleasure written all over her face.

My own arousal didn't bother me; her pleasure was the prize.

I could get off watching her come repeatedly, savoring the pleasure etched on her face.

It's addictive. I'm hooked.

I withdrew slowly, admiring the aftermath before licking my fingers.

"You always taste amazing. Think God would approve?" I teased, and she shot me a disbelieving look.

"Let's pretend you didn't just say that. You're fucking crazy."

Smirking, I stood, arms bracing the pews, trapping her as I loomed.

"I am crazy," I agreed with a grin.

"The kind not even God can save you from."

Leaning back, I tipped her chin up with a finger before strolling away.

"Remember that next time you pray for me."