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“You speak as though you’re invested, Father—”
“Get out,” Roman barks. “I’m done listening to you.”
Luca’s footsteps fade, the door slamming shut behind him.
“You’re getting it tonight—”
“Why don’t you shut your fucking mouth, Roman, and cum for me?”
With that encouragement, Roman’s release fills me, and I moan, muffled by his hand. I ride him until I’m sore, then pull off, kneeling before him.
“Forgive me,” I whisper, licking him clean. “I will never stop sinning with you.”
Once I’m done, he pulls me up, helps me get dressed, and ties the rope belt around my waist. I settle back in his lap, kissing him gently, tasting the blood on my lips.
“I’m addicted to you, Eden,” He confesses. “You’re a drug to me.”
“I love you, Roman Briar,” I reply softly.
“Love barely covers how much you mean to me,” He snaps. “Now, are you ready to get this Mass over with?”
I slide off his lap, and he takes my hand, guiding me past the divider.
He kisses the top of my head and nuzzles my neck, his voice soft in my ear.
“You were such a good girl for me. I can’t wait to reward you when we’re home.”
It seems I finally have something to look forward to after Sunday Mass.
Chapter 34
Roman
Icheck the time as the other members of this nefarious club filter into the space, their movements synchronized with chilling precision. I instructed Eden to lock all doors and windows and stay confined in my room. The proximity of so many vile individuals to my home and to her unsettles me deeply.
It’s almost over.
Just one more meeting to endure—
“Roman!” David’s voice cuts through the tension as he strides over to me, an unusually bright grin on his face.
His cheerful demeanor is out of character.
I shake his grimy hand, forcing a smile. “David. How are things? How's the wife's mood swings been?”
“Could be better,” He replies, dismissing the mention of his wife’s declining mental health. “She’s been insufferable since the kids left. But who cares about her feelings? She’s nothing but a nuisance,” He sneers, showing no remorse for belittling Aiden and Eden’s mother.
“Ready for the last meeting?” David asks, glancing around the room.
“Last meeting?” I echo, puzzled.
“The last one before the bidding,” He explains with a grin. “Everyone’s coming in this Sunday. They’re eager to see this year’s lot.” His tone hints at something more. “Millions are pouring in. I imagine you’re looking forward to leaving Idlewood.”
“Leaving Idlewood?” I narrow my eyes at him.
“Didn’t Kevin tell you?” David continues, his smile widening. “He’s finished scouting next year’s lineup and decided to head home earlier than expected. Your time here will soon be up. By the end of next week, you won’t be needed.”
I meet David’s gaze directly, raising my eyebrows. “I was unaware of my imminent departure.”
