Page 87 of Forgive Me Father
But beneath it all, there’s a wound that still festers, a deep need for justice, for retribution. I’m a woman scorned, and the rage that burns within me is far from quenched. It demands more, whispers that this small act of violence isn’t enough to satisfy the storm inside me.
As I move away from Seth, a part of me wonders if I’ll ever be able to put this side of myself back into the box where I’ve kept it hidden. But another part, the part that just tasted the thrill of control, isn’t sure it wants to.
“Do what you will with him, Father,” I whisper, leaning close to Roman’s ear. “I’ll be in the bedroom.”
Without another word, I leave the room, nudging the door shut behind me as I make my way to Roman’s bedroom.
After thirty minutes of waiting, I finally settled into Roman’s bed, sprawling across the clean sheets with my heels still on, my stomach pressed to the soft mattress. I conceal my face with the veil, my sides aching from where Luca grabbed me too hard. I turn my phone on and toss it on the nightstand, listening to the sound of Seth’s grunting as he moves down the hallway.The front door slams, and I roll onto my elbows, peering at the door as Roman enters, his eyes devouring the sight of me in the raunchy costume. He adjusts the front of his pants, his stare both brooding and craving.
“Eden,” He whispers, taking a step toward the bed. “I told you to wait there. I told you not to leave.”
“I know,” I challenge, pressing my stiletto to his chest, stopping him from coming any closer. “I didn’t listen.”
His hand trails up my fishnet stockings, stopping at my thighs. “What the hell are you wearing?” He asks, the virgin white of the attire almost comedic given the circumstances.
I arch an eyebrow, a sly smile playing on my lips. "A little something to test your faith, Father. Do you think you're strong enough to resist?" I taunt, pushing his hands away from my thighs as I sit up on my knees, much like I would during Mass.
“Tell me, Father, have you ever fucked a nun?” I tease, my hand grazing his hardened length, feeling his jaw clench.
“What the hell are you doing to me, Eden?” He mutters, genuinely seeking an answer as his hands graze my ass, pulling me closer until I’m leaning into his chest with my arms wrapped around his neck.
I lock eyes with him, watching his gaze drop to my breasts.
“Were you going to kill Seth?” I ask, his head shaking slowly.
“No,” He whispers, gripping my chin. “Were you?”
“Maybe,” I admit, my voice soft. “Depends on how angry he made me.”
Roman’s thumb and pointer finger move from my chin, trailing down my neck until they settle on the bite mark Luca left on my breast.
“Did he do that?” Roman asks, his voice laced with restrained fury.
“He wrapped his hands around me,” I whisper, guiding Roman’s hands down my sides. “Dug his fingers into my skin while he kissed me. Then he bit me. I called you right after.”
“Lie down.”
“Roman—”
“Lie down, Eden, before I leave this house and tear him apart. Just lie down and let me touch you.”
Obeying his command, I let my back hit the mattress, watching as Roman slowly unbuttons his shirt, each flick of his fingers deliberate as he makes his way down.
“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.”
I hesitate, but the intensity in his eyes leaves no room for doubt. Slowly, I slide off the bed, standing before him as my fingers move to the veil on my head. I pull it off, letting it drop to the floor, feeling a strange mix of vulnerability and power under his gaze.
Next, I reach for the fishnet stockings, peeling them down my legs with deliberate slowness, savoring the way his eyes darken with each inch of skin revealed. The thin dress is the last to go,sliding off my shoulders and pooling at my feet, leaving me in nothing but my lace underwear.
Roman’s breath hitches, his eyes roaming over my body, taking in every curve, every inch of exposed skin. There’s something possessive in his gaze, something that makes my pulse quicken with both fear and anticipation.
“Turn around,” He orders, his voice low and commanding.
I do as he says, turning my back to him, feeling the weight of his eyes on me. For a moment, there’s nothing but silence, then I feel his hands on my waist, warm and firm, guiding me back onto the bed. He presses me down onto the mattress, his breath hot against my ear as he leans over me.
“Tonight, Eden,” He whispers, “you’re mine.”
