Page 27 of Heathens
“Can I help you feel better?” Her words are perky, confident. I see double as a voice screams in my head. Father Monsignor.
I would rather be known in life as an honest sinner than a lying hypocrite.
“Perhaps,” I say, narrowing my eyes. How long had it been?
“Just tell me how.” She smiles. It’s an open smile—an open invitation. I see red—lust red.
You can’t defeat the demons you enjoy playing with.
“Come with me,” I growl, grabbing her hand and pulling her to the back of the bar. The alcohol really kicks in, and I’m in and out of reality. Vignettes flash through my mind.
Pushing her against a wall as her bare legs wrap around my waist.
Biting her lower lip, and the sound of my moans.
Watching as she arches her back, enjoying the feel of my fingers in her. I haven’t forgotten how to pleasure a woman. Haven’t forgotten how to make them scream.
Unzipping my pants.
Writhing against her, pushing into her until her head bangs against the wood rhythmically.
Needed this.
I needed this.
The smell of her arousal.
The thumping of the music as I come.
The satisfied smile on her lips as she takes my phone and punches in her number.
She’s gone before I can even process what happened.
Zipping myself up, I lean forward and place my forehead on the wall.
No matter how great the sin, God’s mercy is always greater.
Except, lust has no mercy.
Therefore, God will not be merciful this time. Just like He wasn’t merciful when He took my mother.
A Fucking Ray of Pitch Black
Lily
Present
It’s suffocatingly hot today. Benedict and I stroll along the Seine, stopping only for gelato. Twice. My romper is damp from sweat by the time we make it back to his apartment. I’ve never been—and I’m excited to learn more about his life.
His past.
His father—Auguste Martin—specifically. Auguste is untraceable. I don’t know if he changed his name or decided to make himself unsearchable on purpose.
But Benedict Martin was easy to find.
Too easy, in fact.
Now all I have to do is find out where Auguste Martin has been hiding for the past two years.
