Nikolai’s Tainted Nun
They say nuns are off-limits.
I say, “Watch me.”
They say obsession is a sin.
Good thing I stopped caring about sin a long time ago.
She says I’m a sinner. She’s not wrong.
But when I’ve got her confessing her darkest desires to me in ways that would make the Devil blush, what does that make her?
A firecracker in a habit, all rosaries and righteous fury, thinking she can scare me off with sharp words and that holier-than-thou glare. Cute. I’ve stared death in the face and made it flinch. I don’t lose sleep over a wannabe saint with a sharp tongue.
Lucky for me, she’s not a nun yet. The more she fights, the more I want to corrupt every vow she’s about to make.
God may forgive me, but she won’t.
Good. I like my women unforgiving, trashing and begging.