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February 7 - February 8, 2025
for one day a week, we can act like everything is fine. We can pretend like we show face in the cathedral as role models in faith instead of the vain need to present to everyone else that we are perfectly normal.
"What I see is a girl who opens her mouth before thinking far too much," He snaps, his lips inches away from the back of my neck. "You'd benefit from learning how to close those lips of yours. Maybe try focusing all that emotional energy you’re spitting out on something more rewarding."
"Good girl. See, you can submit. Try to remember that the next time you feel inclined to open that pretty mouth out of anger,"
"You need relief," He whispers. "So touch yourself while telling me your prayer."
"Finish your prayer while my fingers are buried inside you," He demands.
He grabs my chin, getting me to focus on him. "I want to hear it," He urges. "I want to hear your pleasure," He pushes, pumping in and out of me, demanding my release.
"Lesson over," He whispers, putting my hand back in my lap. Speechless, I watch as he brings his glistening fingers coated in my wetness to his mouth. He takes in every drop of me, letting his eyes close as he devours the taste. I remain awestruck, somewhat seduced by how erotically captivating I find him to be in this moment.
"I am no stranger to temptation, Eden," He says. "And while my devotion to God is unwavering, I fear you just might become my greatest sin."
"I'm sure you know I can keep a secret?" He questions. "Because no one else other than me is touching you like that again."
"So you can imagine my astonishment, finding your taste lingering on my tongue at this very moment. It's just as surprising for me as it is for you."
"You want to know, Angel?" I purr. "Right now, I'm stroking my cock to the idea of you pleasuring yourself," I continue, "and imagining what it would feel like to have those pretty lips wrapped around me, struggling to take all of me in." I groan, stroking harder as her gasps become deeper and heavier. "Now be a good girl for me and put in another finger."
"Do you know how desperately I want to taste you, Eden? Do you know how much I want that pretty little pussy of yours? To slip my fat cock inside you, stretching you out until you scream –” "Roman-" "Father," I hiss. "You say prayers in my name. Now recite yours while you cum all over your fingers."
"Good girl. Let me hear that dirty mouth finish.”
"Then learn how to take it," He hisses, coaxing his fingers further down my throat, a gag trying to force its way out. "You can barely handle my fingers. How do you think my cock would feel pounding into that pretty pussy?" He brushes his cheek against mine. "We both know that fucking glorified frat boy isn’t the reason you’re nearly soaked through your underwear," He whispers, his lip grazing my ear, nipping at my earlobe. "You said it's "my move" Eden?" He questions, throwing my words back at me. "This is only a taste of what kind of moves I’ll make after you sent me that fucking picture
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"If you ever fucking touch her again," I yell, slamming his head into the concrete rim of the basin. A deep gash forms across his forehead from the impact, dripping blood down the holy relic. "I will fucking send your ass straight to Hell. Swear to God you will never touch her again!"
"God will forgive me. After all, he created temptation for a reason, didn't he?"
“Why do I care?” He almost growls. “Because every time I see you, it’s like you’re pulling me further away from everything I’ve sworn to uphold. You make me question everything—my vows, my dedication, even my faith. I crave you in ways I’m not supposed to, and it’s driving me mad. I can’t stand the thought of anyone else touching you, because, God help me, I want you for myself, despite everything I’ve been taught, despite everything I believe. You’ve gotten under my skin, and now I can’t get you out, no matter how hard I try.”
“Feel free to praise God while I worship you.”
"Keep saying my name," He whispers. "And don’t fucking stop until you cum.”
“Time to repent, Angel.” He dips his chin, looking up at me through his long lashes. “Turn around and bend over.”
"Do you taste how fucking sweet that pretty pussy is?" He drops his hands to my waist, standing me up in front of him.
Time alone with Roman is torture. Torturous how much I want him to explore my body.
This is someone I should be focused on. This is someone safe. Roman is dangerous. Forbidden. Fleeting. Nothing more than a test.
"Who said I’m just another religious prick?" He asks, his voice steady. "And who says I don’t care?" His hand reaches out, cupping my face, his thumbs gently brushing over my cheeks.
He shrugs, his gaze steady. "Look, we could spend weeks getting to know each other, building something, or you could just accept that sometimes, people care even after just one meeting," He says, his hands gently returning to my face. "Do you think I actually enjoy hanging around a bunch of potheads and dealing with Zoey’s chaos?" He smiles slightly, shaking his head. "Aiden’s cool, but I came here for you. To get to know you.
Pain is good. Pain is needed. "Shit," He breathes, pulling back slightly, a drop of blood on his lip. "I didn’t mean to shove you that hard—" Grabbing his collar, I pull him close. "I'm not breakable, Luca," I hiss. "Don’t treat me like I am." His eyes widen, blood still on his lip. My mind flashes to Roman—
The problem is, I don’t want the light. I crave the dark. I crave Roman. But it’s wrong. It’s all so wrong.
"If you’re worried about anyone seeing you, I can hold a towel up until you’re in the water," He offers with a kind smile.
Instead of answering, I pull him into a kiss, making sure Roman can hear. Luca wraps his arms around me, his lips trailing down to my neck, each kiss sending a shiver through me that makes me giggle. "I could get used to being greeted like that," Luca laughs, pulling back with a grin.
The faint scent of sweat and cologne lingers in the air, mingling with the earthy smell of wet grass from our swim. It’s messy, unpretentious, and entirely Luca. He glances over at me, a smirk playing on his lips as he gently tucks a strand of hair behind my ear.
"Did he touch you?" "What—" "I asked, did he fucking touch you?"
“Tell me, were you thinking about me while you had those pretty lips on his worthless cock?” Roman growls, his knuckles white as he grips the steering wheel.
“Or maybe you thought of me when he was kissing you,” Roman interrupts, turning to face me.
“So I’ve made my decision. When I’m with you, I’m no longer the hand of God. You want to see it all, Eden? Fine. But know that ring held back monsters you can’t even begin to understand,” He warns. “That gentle touch you felt with me before? It took everything in me to give it to you.”
Why does he have to look at me like that? Why does he have to be the one who’s always in control, even when he’s unraveling? It’s maddening, the way he tries to protect me
It would be so much easier if I could just let go, if I could just walk away from this man who will never truly be mine, who belongs to something far greater than I could ever be.
"But it also seemed necessary after you had your tongue all over me earlier and then clearly regretted it the moment we were done. I couldn’t deal with the shame I saw written all over your face, Roman.”
"Fine," Roman whispers, his hand coiling in my hair, dragging my head closer to his lap. "You want to choke on something tonight?" His eyes glance down to the prominent bulge in his pants. "Then so be it. I’m done being gentle with you."
"You were so eager to explore Luca," Roman hisses. "Afraid you won’t be able to handle a real man?" He taunts, his voice laced with venom.
A rough, territorial snarl rips from deep in his throat. He tugs my hair so hard that a sharp yelp escapes me, my eyes watering from the pain. "If I hear that bastard’s name come out of your mouth again, you’ll regret it." He glances down at his pants, the tension between us palpable. "Now, let me feel those pretty lips."
"Come here, Angel," Roman whispers, gently pulling me back toward his lap.
"Fucking Hell, Eden," He smirks, tugging up his boxers. "Do you realize how pretty you looked choking on my-
"Keep rocking those hips, beautiful,"
"I told you," Roman whispers. "Taking my cock like that will take some practice." He winks at me, and I know he’s trying to let me know he’s not judging me. “Very funny.”
“I know I said I didn’t want gentle,” I whisper, barely able to keep my eyes open. “But can you please just—” Without a word, Roman shifts me to the passenger seat, pulling off his hoodie and draping it over me. He props up the middle armrest and tugs me back toward him, resting my head in his lap. His fingers gently thread through my hair, lulling me closer to sleep.
“You’re going to ruin me, Eden,” Roman whispers, his fingers tapping the steering wheel. “And I fear I’m going to love every second of it.”
When she left, I was paralyzed by the conflict between what I wanted and what I knew I couldn’t have. I could still taste her on my lips and feel the ghost of her warmth in my hands. It was enough to drive a man mad. No prayer could silence the screaming thoughts, no scripture could drown out the memory of her skin against mine.
And that’s the problem. Eden is all I can think about, all I can feel. She’s the one I want, the one I crave, and no amount of liquor or empty encounters can change that. The priest in me knows this obsession is dangerous, that it’s leading me down a path I swore to avoid. But the man—the sinner—can’t help but revel in it, drawn to the darkness like a moth to a flame.
The thought of Eden, my Eden, with another man—his hands on her, his lips claiming what should be mine—sends a wave of rage crashing over me. My fists clench, and my heart pounds, each beat fueling the jealousy that's quickly turning into something darker, something primal. How dare she let anyone else near her? The possessiveness I’ve tried to control now roars to life, demanding action. She belongs to me, and I’ll be damned if I let anyone else touch her.
"I almost hurt you. It took everything in me to hold back. The things I wanted to do to you...what do you think would happen if I lost control, Eden?” The feeling of him down my throat again was both exhilarating and nerve-racking.
