Free Redeeming Rhys by Mary E. Palmerin

erection spring free. Wren opened her full lips in appreciation, making pride swell deep in his belly. Her tears had ceased, but Constantine knew her pain was just as much present as it was before. He was stealing from her just as much as the others.
    “We should wait, Wren,” Constantine said, regret filling his tone.
    He continued to stride slowly to the bed where Wren lay, naked and wanton for him.
    “I’m no angel, Constantine. I’m a whore just like my mother.”
    He should have been repulsed by her words, but it only made his cock throb with need.
    Lust. A sin…
    Something overtook him. Desire and something much darker and deeper. It swam around in his veins, tempting him with its bad intentions. But he wasn’t bad. He was good. He was the kind of man that hated bad. He fought against it.
    He climbed on top of the bed and situated himself between her thighs. This time, he didn’t look into her eyes. He didn’t want to know what they meant. He didn’t need a reminder of her hurt. He guided his cock into her cunt, pushing hard, surprised at the amount of resistance he was met with. She cried out, clawing at his naked back. He couldn’t do it, but he was magnetized by something he wasn’t sure of. He hilted deep inside of her tight pussy twice more, searing through her, her angelic voice screaming out while her small hands clawed at his back, urging him for more.
    He pulled out of her, feeling like Judas, the biggest of all betrayers. He hung his head, resting on his heels. He had murdered his beliefs, all of what he had been fighting for.
    “Please,” Wren sobbed, clutching his arms.
    He looked at her. She was crying. He wasn’t sure when she started to cry again. He could feel everything that he had been working towards breaking. Wren was clinging onto her past as Constantine wore the face of the memories that she was trying so desperately to get rid of. She wanted a freedom that she had been barred from for years. She wasn’t crying because of him. She was sobbing because she had withheld happiness for so long. She was in a limbo, caught between Rhys, a man that stole and gave her life, and Constantine, a man that she wanted to understand, but she wasn’t sure how to.
    She was numb to him, the hard thrusts of his hips were absent as her brain focused on the internal pain. She needed him. She needed more. When he pulled out of her, she was empty again. So she begged him. She begged Constantine to take her, digging her nails into him. He took her by the upper arm and lodged her onto her stomach, pushing her head into the pillow. His grasp held onto her small hips while he adjusted himself behind her, pushing his hard cock into her tight cunt.
    “Bet you don’t feel like an angel now, do you?” Constantine huffed.
    Suddenly, Wren felt enveloped by familiarity. Was he giving her what she needed because he saw it in her eyes? She should try to fight it because it set her heart on fire. She wanted to tell him to stop, because it wasn’t supposed to be how her first time since the encounter was supposed to go, but her mouth was muffled by the pillow. Constantine brushed his hands over her angel wings that were tattooed on her back, fucking her furiously. Wren gave up trying to hold herself up, letting her body go limp as she silently screamed into the pillow.
    She wasn’t crying out for the moments she was sharing with Constantine. She knew he was a good man.
    She was crying out because he was giving her what she needed. And she hated herself for that. She enjoyed it, and that is what she was afraid of. Being treated like a dirty whore. She felt her lower stomach tighten and pussy drench. Her vision went black as she gave into a world of darkness.
    Her past and present would never balance.
     

     
    “YOU HAVE SINNED GREATLY, Wren. I will show you the repercussions of your actions,” Sister Magdalene stated to Wren.
    She was fourteen, almost fifteen, but felt more like she was six in that moment. She sat