Page 74 of Savior

“You going to wash your god in your cum, little dove? You going to be a good little whore for him?”

“Yes, my god, your good little whore,” she mutters incoherently, body breaking out in beads of sweat as I take her to the edge of orgasm, my tongue swirling around her clit as I fuck her with my fingers.

“When you come, you scream my name and my name alone. This is my fucking house, not His.”

She nods frantically. “Yes, Father!”

She’s close, and I can tell. Her walls flutter around me as she circles the drain of orgasm, me at the helm.

“There’s God’s good little whore, come for me,” I coax.

She breaks beautifully, screaming my name, and it bounces through the nave like the most melodic thing I’ve ever beheld.

“Luca!” she cries over and over as her cum drips over my hand and down my arm, feeling like the holiest of waters.

I snapawake as I come all over the sheets. “Fuck, fuck, God,” I breathe through the orgasm, as it seems like it’ll never end.

When the last shudder moves through my body, I roll onto my back, heaving air into my lungs as my heart patters through my chest like a rabbit chased by a wolf.

I thought with her safely back home that, at least, I’d be able to return to normalcy.

But it’s as if she’s wormed her way into my psyche.

What the hell was that dream?

She opened the door, and Sin stepped through like it was waiting for a way in. I don’t know if I can close the door again.

“Father Russo,do you agree on the budget changes?” Jack asks me, and I’m confident by the look in his eye that it’s not the first time he’s asked me.

I nod, straightening in my chair as I look down at the paperwork on my desk beneath my hands on my desk. “Yes, it looks great. And this is for the next calendar year, yes?”

He narrows his eyes at me, nodding. “Yes, Father.”

I sign at the bottom and hand it back to him. “Was there anything else?”

“Not at the moment, no. However, I forgot to tell you I got someone secured to fix that broken fountain in the courtyard. He’ll be here by the end of the week.”

I perk up at that. The fountain has been broken for two years, and it’s been hell to get someone to repair it. “Oh, good! Thank you, Jack.”

He packs up his things, looking at me with concern every few seconds before pausing. “Are you alright, Father? It’s noneof my business, of course, but you have people you can talk to if something bothers you.”

I eye him, not knowing what to say. There’s so much wrong with me. But none of it is anything I can discuss with him. “I’m fine, Jack. Thank you for your concern, though.”

He nods a bit absently. “You just seem a little distracted, is all.”

That is the understatement of the century.

The dream I’d had last night that woke me in the wee hours this morning was enough to have me renouncing my faith and title altogether, and it’s had me reeling all damned day long.

I’ve thought of little else than going to the address I’ve stared at a million times today and begging Sloane on bended knee to forgive me and come home.

But this isn’t her home.

No matter how well she fits with me.

“Have a good night, Jack,” I say as he opens his mouth to say something else.

He takes the hint and leaves.

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