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She still slept, although it was early in the evening now, well after dinner time but not quite time to turn in.
Uncertainty floated through my mind, wondering if I would ever really be enough for her. I had brought sweet cakes and fruit back with me, her favorite, hoping it would lift her mood.
The bed was unmade, and Charity’s hair was matted, her eyes puffy from all the lost sleep.
“How can you just relax and eat and sleep like we don’t know there’s amonsterwithin these walls, posing as apriest!?”
I sat down the tray of food and drink beside her on the bed and closed my eyes as I took in a deep breath. My patience was growing thin with her, but I was trying to understand how she felt. Did I already know, on some level, that hewasa monster? I knew that a Deacon took oaths, giving their lives to God and only God. However, the things we did in the dark, the acts we had committed were ultimately a sin. And I continued to sin while I was away with Freyja and Charity.
Was it easier to just deny it was happening at all, while still living a life of purity on the surface? Or would atrulyholy man simply deny himself of his desires for the sake of God's rewards?
I knew the answer, but I wasn’t ready to face it yet. Not until I knew how to make my Charity happy.
“It isn’t that simple, love. We all do things that we regret, I would say you did things with Freyja that were sinful—are you a monster?”
She looked at me, incredulous and with judgement. “Howdareyou callmea monster!”
She began to sob again, and I was beginning to think it would just be easier to put her in a carriage in the middle of the night and send her home. It could be done, I had just as much power over the servants as Domenico did.
I shook the thought from my mind, although that little voice was slowly getting louder as my cock was effectively neglected each day that passed.
I sat beside her and pulled her into my arms, something that I seemed to be doing more than a few times a day lately.
I stroked her hair back. “You should have a bath, would that make you feel better?”
She sniffled, unable to push away the one and only person she trusted here.
I bounced down the hidden stairway behind our bedroom, straight to the servant’s quarters and kitchens. It came in handy knowing my way around here, I knew every secret corner and hidden room. I was a curious and easily bored teen back then, probably why I had been in countlessbadsituations.
Self-sabotage at its finest.
After I was able to summon steamed water and soap from a young and timid girl named Tara, I jogged back to our room with a fresh towel that smelled of lavender. This would please her as well, I knew it would.
I pulled Charity over to the clawed foot tub that sat in front of the fireplace that stood taller than I did.
Her cheeks were stained with tears, her bottom lip in a pout.
I grinned, wanting desperately to kiss her, from the tips of her breasts to the velvet seam between her thighs.
My cock was already throbbing, and I adjusted myself before I began to undress her.
She closed her eyes as I unlaced her corset, dropping it to the floor, and just as I slipped the light chiffon over her shoulders, Tara entered with the buckets of steaming water.
She curtsied to me, eyes downcast, filling the basin before exiting the room.
She knew exactly what was about to happen, and that sent an excited shiver down my spine and straight to my sack.
Charity’s long legs stretched over the side of the tub, and I watched her round buttocks descend beneath the simmering mirror. Her eyes were closed, and I knelt beside her, placing a gentle kiss on her temple. I ran a hand down her arm, and she shivered, the tips of her breasts peeking out from the surface of the water, into tight furls of pink beads.
I bit my lips, leaning in to kiss her collarbone, and then taking one of those furls into my mouth. She moaned, arching her back, but she didn’t open her eyes.
“Is this okay?” I asked, sinking my hand beneath the water. She nodded ever so slightly, and I trailed my fingers down her belly and stroked the apex of her thighs.
I kissed the bottom of her lip, but she didn’t take the opportunity to return, but allowed her leg’s to part ever so slightly.
I found the sensitive bud behind her folds, and she hissed as I ran the tip of my finger over it.
“And this, is this, okay?”
