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“What the hell?” I whisper, cringing as I think about the fact that I’m in a church. Oh well, I’ve done worse things than curse. God will have to get over it.
Sitting back on my knees, I rub my stomach absently. There’s small changes happening already to my body, and I’m unsure how I feel about it. My ass is getting rounder, for example, and I feel like that in itself is a glaring sign that something odd is happening to me. I’ve always had this cute bubble butt.
It’s so silly to notice these things when my life is such a shit show. I wish so much was different, but the little positive test isn’t one of them. It means I’ll always have a piece of one of the two men that stole my heart.
As another flutter happens in my tummy, I close my eyes, overwhelmed by my memories.
“Didyou come looking for trouble, Baby Girl?” Roman asks with a smirk.
He’s so damn sexy with his whiskey colored eyes, dark wavy hair, and tattoos. I could imagine him in a motorcycle club instead of as a preacher, but something about his severe stare does it for me.
Roman reaches out and runs his finger down my bare arm, making me shiver. I felt bold coming here in my tank top and Catholic school skirt, but I wanted to tempt him as much as I missed him.
His face is a mask as he stares at me, and I can’t help wishing he’ll break one day. The orgasms he gives me makes me shatter and question what I want, and I wonder if he feels any of the turmoil and longing that I do.
Roman gently grips my throat, and instead of feeling panic, I feel cared for. My eyes meet his, and I bite my lips at his intensity.
“Get on your knees, under this pulpit,” he growls, and before I can tell myself to, I drop to my knees. I scoot until I’m hidden by the large wooden stand.
This way, I’m his dirty little secret. I can feel myself getting wet as I lick my lips in anticipation. This feels so naughty and forbidden. I can’t wait to swallow down my favorite preacher.
Blinking,I shake my head free of the memories, and the desires they stir up. I’ve lost both Roman and his son, the secrets the three of us carried are too much to surpass.
Swiping tears from my cheeks, I startle as the door to the Chapel opens.
“Tempest?” Mother Superior calls out, and I dig my nails into my palms to get a handle on my emotions. The woman sees too much as it is, and I know she didn’t want to accept me as a novitiate.
Taking a breath, I begin to stand as I hear her mutter under her breath. She can’t see me because I’m on the other side of the church, hidden by the pews.
“Where is that girl? Lord give me strength, for girls who are loose and lazy—”
Oh, the fuck she didn’t.
Standing, I raise my brows. “Mother Cross, I can assure you, I’m here cleaning. I want the church to look beautiful for Chastity’s day,” I tell her, hiding my smirk.
Flushing in annoyance, she crosses her arms as she looks around. I swear the woman could lick the floors, that’s how clean they are right now.
She’s not getting rid of me that easily.
“Fine, yes, this is adequate. You may run along,” Mother Cross grouses. She really wanted to get me into trouble. “The nuns will take over and make sure the church will be decorated appropriately for Chastity. We can’t have anything ostentatious. God frowns on those that look for His attention, instead of doing good works for His favor.”
I want to be a brat and skip away, but instead, I pick up my cleaning supplies as loudly as possible, and walk out of the church. I even hold back my eye roll until I’m in the hallway.
Walking quickly back to my room, I sit wishing it was tomorrow already. I find myself hating being alone more and more. The silence is so loud, there’s nothing to drown out the thoughts in my head.
I should have told King about my short sexual relationship with Chastity. He thought she ruined his life, and really she was a victim too in all of this. The world should have done so much better for her. Instead, everyone in her life has failed her.
I’m determined to be someone she can count on. I Ieft too easily the last time Mother Cross and I went toe to toe, and Chastity almost died.
There’s no way I’m doing anything that will cause me to leave again. Pulling out my phone, I turn my music on low, but I keep wondering what King is doing. Roman doesn’t have social media, but maybe the congregation has photos of him?
I have a fake profile for my internet stalking, because I can’t have it while I’m a novitiate. Scrolling through, I feel like a glutton for punishment. Maybe in some ways. I know that as much as I wanted to save them by leaving, I damned myself with their absence.
There’s a few random photos of King with friends, and he got a new tattoo. Closing my eyes against the pain, I can still see every muscle in my mind. His body is this incredible machine, and his sexy abs make me lick my lips.
Opening my eyes, I throw my phone across the bed. I need a cold shower and a nap, because I don’t deserve an orgasm.
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