MY VIRGIN MAID

another wave of pleasure surged through her. Her back arched, nipples brushing the cool ve

r noise, but she had been flexible - eager - and t

hit their phones. His whores always did. It wasn't l

t come w

t

balcony. The city blinked far in the distance, uncaring. The moonlight cast shadows ac

in, already trying

ignore

e orgasms. He need

, week after week. Ever since the letter had arrived from the co

ing un

aw cl

ut," h

blinked

t dressed

offended. "Ar

ne cold look.

r, Bryce was already pouring himself a glass of whiskey. He d

o what was arr

-

as ni

g sent to his estate as part of the convent's "external placement program." An act of gratitude, they called it, for his

rayer book in her hand. A girl who would blush at bare ank

d be his

e had his own rituals. And breaking

sura

n his desk. "We trust Mr. Callahan will find

smi

ll

-

of the mansion gates, her hands trembling s

the church she grew up in. It stretched like a dream

er modest gray dress pressed and irone

ail Marys beneath her breath, even when the

ur duty. You're here to ser

yer had prepared her

-

le as a statue, greeted

ane. Th

He didn't ask how

behind her with a

t beat too loudly in her chest. The scent of the house overwhelmed her

melled a man's

supposed

-

he app

slacks, his sleeves rolled up, barefoot again. His presence consu

es met

world...

him - the rough stubble on his jaw, the sharpness of his cheekbones

he said, his voi

er arrived ahe

over, head t

No polish.

n't al

ng a second too long. "T

-

w and calculated, like a

ak only when spoken to. You'll follow the dress code provide

heat crawlin

Mr. Ca

l the faint trace of smoke and whiskey on his skin. The butt

to me, you say 'Yes, Bryce.' Yo

art po

es, B

cond longer than necessary. Then wa

hour of her new life - Christin

fraid of Bry

as cu

y... was how