Forgive Me Father (The Shadows of Darkness Universe, #1)

by Katerina St. Clair

"I like you in my shirt," He murmurs, a smile ghosting his lips as my cheeks heat up.

"If you really want me, Eden," He whispers, his voice a rough rasp that vibrates against my earlobe before he nips it sharply, sending a jolt through my body. "We have to get that pretty pussy prepared for it so you’re still able to walk once I’m done. I won’t be gentle. Understand that now before we go any further."

"I'll stop once you've completed a Hail Mary," He murmurs, his voice dark and full of promise.

"When I finally stretch this pretty pussy out, you're going to take every inch of me," He murmurs, his voice a low, possessive growl that sends shivers down my spine. "You’ll feel me pounding into you, filling you up, claiming you..."

"Will your tight little pussy enjoy my cock as much as this?" Roman's voice cuts through the fog of pleasure, painful desire lacing every word, his tone a possessive growl.

"Start your prayer," He hisses, the command sharp and edged with something savage. "Or I’ll make you choke on me while I drive this into your pretty cunt."

"If you’re what sinning feels like, Eden, then I will gladly embrace the gates of Hell and beg for God's forgiveness for the rest of my life,"

"You were a good girl for me,"

"Try me," I whisper, my voice a delicate challenge as I loop his tie through with careful precision, drawing him closer in the process. His eyes darken, the restraint he’s been clinging to slipping away as he leans in, his breath hot against my ear. "I want to take this tie and wrap it around your throat while you're taking me—"

“I couldn’t let you go through with it, Eden. Not then, not now. I’ve been watching over you ever since, trying to protect you, trying to keep you safe—even if it meant lying, even if it meant going against everything I’m supposed to stand for.”

“And I’ll keep saving you, Eden,” He vows softly. “As long as it takes.”

“When you what, Eden?” He asks, his tone demanding and soft all at once, like a dark promise. His lips find the sensitive skin of my neck, and he gathers it between his teeth, barely sucking, just enough to make my body melt into his touch, every thought consumed by him. “Confess your sins to me, baby,” He whispers, the words vibrating through me, making my knees weak.

“There’s no need to touch yourself, beautiful,” He whispers, his teeth nipping at my earlobe, sending a jolt of pleasure straight through me. “Not when I’m here.” His words are a command, a promise.

"Keep saying my name, Eden,"

"Whisper it, shout it, scream it. Just let me fucking hear your pretty voice. I’ll never get sick of it."

"Then make me bleed, Roman,"

"I want my commitment to you to be equal to my commitment to God, Eden."

"I will kiss the ground you walk on, Eden Faulkner, so long as you can handle the demons that trail after me,"

"Next lesson," He murmurs, glancing at the longer end of the cross. "Last time, it was six inches; this time, it’s seven," He smirks, his eyes dark with desire. "Just two more inches till you’re ready for me," He warns, his voice a tantalizing promise. He reaches for a small bottle on the shelf, holding it up for me to see—a vial of holy water.

"I guess I didn’t even need that, huh?" He murmurs, running the smooth end of the crucifix along my folds, teasing my entrance with its base.

"Good fucking girl," Roman whispers, his voice thick with satisfaction as he watches me squirm beneath him.

"That’s it, Angel," He growls, his free hand snaking around to cover my mouth, muffling my moans as he continues his relentless pace. "Take it. Take it all."

"Not yet," He hisses, his hand moving from my mouth to my throat, squeezing just enough to make me see stars. "Not until you scream for me."

"Good girl,"

"We’re not done yet, Angel,"

"Eden," He whispers, his voice rough and filled with something raw. "God, such a pretty cunt."

"Touch yourself," Roman orders, his voice rough with command. "Touch yourself while you're getting fucked."

"Cum for me, Angel,"

"Cum all over this crucifix so I can taste your pain."

he brings the crucifix to his lips, licking up the mixture of blood and my release, his eyes never leaving mine.

"I told you, if you’re good for me, you’ll be rewarded."

“Lock the door, Angel. I’ll come get you as soon as I’m done handling some things,”

“Lie down, Eden, before I leave this house and tear him apart. Just lie down and let me touch you.”

“Tonight, Eden, another man touched you,” Roman whispers, his eyes raking over the costume. “Another man felt you,” He adds, tugging at his belt and dragging down his fly. He grabs one of the chairs in the corner of his room and sets it in the middle of the floor, and takes a seat. His cock strains against his underwear, and my eyes marvel at his gorgeous body.

“Strip off your clothes,” He demands, pointing to the spot before him. “Now.”

“Tonight, Eden,” He whispers, “you’re mine.”

“Because tonight, I’m going to show you just how much you mean to me.”

“Whatever happens next,” He says, his voice low and steady, “remember that you belong to me.”

“I’m going to fuck you, Eden,”

“And you’re going to take it like a good fucking girl.”

“Now, come here,...

“He won’t say a word, baby. Now, let me see it all.”

“You like taking me like this, Angel?” He murmurs, his voice dark and intoxicating. “Or would you rather it be my cock that fills you up?” He taunts, his words sending shivers down my spine.

“Raise your hips for me, Angel,” He mutters, guiding me onto my hands and knees. “If you scream, I’ll drip this wax down your back and only go harder,” He warns, his tip now running teasingly along my folds.

“Did you just whimper for my cock?” “Yes, Father,” I whisper.

“Six,” He pushes, the sensation of him filling me sending chills down my spine. Holy hell, how much of this can I take?

“Do you feel how well your pretty pussy is taking my—” An uncontrolled scream of pleasure escapes me. He pauses. Fuck. “I told you what would happen if you screamed, Eden,” He growls.

“Just like that, Eden. Take my cock like a good girl. This is what God desires, every sin, every surrender, give yourself to the pleasure He’s ordained for you.”

“Roman,” I moan, my voice filled with desperate need. “Louder, let everyone hear it.”

“Who’s fucking you, Eden?” He questions, the warmth in my stomach growing unbearable.