Free The Cabin (The Cabin Novellas (Book One)) by Natalie Stark Page A

had done, but of how I still felt about you.” Then looking at him, I added, “If you want to hear my confession, Father , I can tell you I hate myself for what I’ve done to Nathan. But most of all, I hate myself for not being able to stop loving you. The whipping I got wasn’t my punishment. Having to see them every day and be reminded of you – that was my punishment – and I’ll have to live with those scars for the rest for my life whether you’re a part of it or not.”
    “I’m sorry,” Quinn whispered.
    “So why haven’t you left the priesthood?” I asked. “Your life is just a lie, like mine.”
    “What’s there to leave for?” he said, glancing away from the ceiling and back at me.
    “I don’t know,” I shrugged sarcastically. “Perhaps you could leave and have a normal life – you know, meet someone – settle down with them.”
    “And where would the excitement be in that?” he half-smiled at me.
    “Is that was this is all about?” I breathed.
    “Isn’t that the excitement – those forbidden fruits – what you enjoy so much?” he asked, slipping a hand beneath the sheets and letting his fingers walk slowly across the flat of my stomach.
    My skinned tightened.
    “ Me and you are the same,” he said, his fingers slowly stepping over my thighs. “Is that what drew us together? Aren’t we both the same? We both want in life what we can’t have. That’s what excites people like me and you – that’s what turns us on. It’s like sticking a kid in a room with a big red button and telling them not to press it. You know they’re gonna have to push that damn button – even if it kills them.”
    “Is it going to kill us?” I asked, feeling his fingertips twisting through my tight tangle of pubic hair beneath the sheet.
    “You knew we could get caught that night,” Quinn said, looking into my eyes. “We both knew that. We were both turned on by the danger of it. If we weren’t, why didn’t either of us suggest booking a hotel room? Why didn’t we go somewhere where there was no chance of us being discovered? Because we were both excited by the thought that our forbidden relationship could be exposed. That was the turn-on, just like we’re both turned on now.”
    “What do you mean?” I said, easing my legs apart beneath the sheet for him. I knew what he wanted and I knew what he meant. 
    “We both know Nathan – your husband – could turn up here at any moment. He could walk in and discover us just like those nuns did. The chance of being caught tonight made us horny – it’s what fuelled our sex. You like taking what you know is bad for you,” he smiled, sliding his fingers down between my legs again. “I know what you want.”
    “And what’s that?” I whispered, closing my eyes, feeling wet again at his touch.
    “You want to feel free,” he whispered, then kissed me.

Eleven
     
    Unlike before, Quinn’s kisses were not wild – driven by a frantic lust. He kissed me gently, softly – almost respectfully. It felt like true love was driving them. As if setting aside delicate lace, Quinn brushed my hair from the sides of my face, covering my skin in kisses. His lips barely touched, almost hovering above me like a butterfly. He kissed my neck, shoulders, working his way down over my breasts. I closed my eyes, settling my head back onto the satin-covered pillow. This time he didn’t grip or twist my nipples, he brushed his fingers over them. They popped up and grew firm under his touch again. Quinn kissed them so tenderly, that I shuddered. His touch was soft, almost like a subtle tickle. Pushing the sheet back, I stretched my arms out on either side of me. He entwined his fingers with mine. With his head bent down, he moved his lips softly over my stomach, dipping his tongue into my navel. I shuddered just a little at the sensation of his tongue.
    As he reached the area just below my stomach, I let go of his hands and gripped his shoulders to stop him from