Page 80 of Forgive Me Father
"Good girl," He whispers, his voice rough with his own barely restrained desire as he slows his pace, easing the crucifix out of me inch by inch. The absence leaves me aching, empty, and yet so completely satisfied that I can hardly breathe.
Roman releases my throat, and I slump forward, my body spent, every muscle trembling from the intensity of what just happened. He takes a moment to admire his work, his hand trailing down my spine in a gesture that feels almost reverent.
"We’re not done yet, Angel," He murmurs, his voice a promise of more to come as he pulls me up from the desk, turning me to face him.
Roman’s eyes darken as he watches me, the challenge in my gaze daring him to push further. Without warning, he drives the crucifix back into me with a force that sends a jolt of pleasure straight through my core. I scream, the sound echoing through the room, my hands gripping the desk as the holy object moves within me, becoming slicker with each thrust. The desk rocksunder the intensity, the wood creaking as Roman’s pace quickens, his own gasps mixing with mine in the heated air.
"Eden," He whispers, his voice rough and filled with something raw. "God, such a pretty cunt."
He slides his fingers past my lips, and without hesitation, I bite down just enough to draw blood. The metallic taste spreads across my tongue, and the sight of his blood on my lips drives him wild. Roman’s grip tightens, and he drives the crucifix into me harder, flipping me onto my back in one swift motion. My legs drape over his shoulders as he keeps the crucifix in place, my warmth wrapping around it as I writhe beneath him, completely at his mercy.
Sprawled over his desk, I stare up at him with a challenge in my eyes, my tongue slowly licking up the blood from my lips. The sight seems to ignite something darker in him, and he glances down at his nipped finger before glaring back at me, his expression a mix of lust and something more primal.
"Playing dirty?" He asks, his voice a low growl that sends shivers down my spine. My hands move toward my breasts, brushing over my nipples as I arch my back slightly, pressing myself against the desk in a way that makes his eyes narrow with hunger.
Roman’s eyes darken with determination, a primal intensity that sends a shiver down my spine. He doesn’t hesitate. Keeping my legs draped over his shoulders, he drives the crucifix into me with a force that steals the breath from my lungs, my back arching off the desk. The angle, with my legs elevated, brings a new, heightened pleasure, one that’s as excruciating as it is ecstatic. My vision blurs with tears as the mix of pain and pleasure consumes me, my body trembling beneath his relentless grip.
"Touch yourself," Roman orders, his voice rough with command. "Touch yourself while you're getting fucked."
My hand shakes as it travels to my clit, fingers barely brushing against the sensitive nub, the small circles I draw sending shockwaves through my body. The pain grows sharper, each thrust pushing me closer to the edge, my screams echoing off the walls of the small office. Roman’s free hand clamps down on my thighs, holding me in place as he continues to drive the crucifix into me, each movement bringing me closer to the breaking point.
"Roman—" I gasp, my voice faltering as my climax builds, an unstoppable force tightening low in my belly.
"Cum for me, Angel," Roman snaps, his tone leaving no room for disobedience. "Cum all over this crucifix so I can taste your pain."
The command breaks something inside me, and I let out a scream, the release crashing through me like a tidal wave. My muscles clamp down on the crucifix, my climax coating it, tears streaming down my face from the sheer intensity. Roman’s hand stills, his eyes locking onto mine as he quickly pulls the crucifix free, both of us staring at the streaks of blood marring its surface.
Without a word, he brings the crucifix to his lips, licking up the mixture of blood and my release, his eyes never leaving mine. The sight sends another shiver down my spine, but there’s no time to process it before Roman tosses the crucifix onto the desk, dropping to his knees between my legs. His hands drag me forward until I’m seated on the edge of the desk, his grip firm but not painful.
"Roman, what are you doing?" I whisper, my voice still shaky from the aftermath of my climax.
"Cleaning up the mess," He murmurs, his voice soft but laced with intent. "I told you, if you’re good for me, you’ll be rewarded."
He trails kisses up my inner thighs, his touch gentle now, a stark contrast to the roughness from before. His tongue traces a slow, deliberate path over my folds, licking up the mix of cum and blood. My hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer as his tongue works its magic, the gentleness of his touch almost too much to bear after the brutal intensity of what came before.
Roman doesn’t stop until he’s cleaned every inch of me, his mouth warm and tender against my sensitive skin. When he finally stands, I’m left panting, my legs trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. There’s a smear of blood on his bottom lip, and before he can speak, I pull him toward me, licking the blood clean, my tongue tracing the curve of his lip.
He responds instantly, capturing my lips in a kiss that’s as desperate as it is consuming. Our blood mingles together, a stark reminder of the brutal pleasure we’ve just shared. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, needing the solid weight of him against me as I come down from the high.
Kissing until there’s no air left between us, I finally pull back, my eyes flicking to the bloodied crucifix on the desk. "Will that be enough to convince him?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
"I have no clue," He whispers, the weight of uncertainty heavy between us. Roman’s expression darkens as he glances at the lit-up screen of my phone, several texts from Luca and Zoeycoming through, breaking the momentary calm that had settled over us. His hand tightens on my hip as he shakes his head slowly.
His fingers glide over my phone, his eyes narrowing as he deletes the messages from Luca with a low growl. “What I do know is that little shit Luca is on thin ice. But, regrettably, he might prove to be useful.”
“How so?” I ask, leaning closer, my nose brushing against his as I wait for his answer.
“Hard for your father to believe you’re involved with me if you’re dating Luca,” He whispers, lifting me back onto the desk. His hands move with surprising tenderness as he helps me slip into the flannel, carefully buttoning it up over my chest.
“I’m not dating Luca—”
“I know that. I would have killed him if that were the case,” Roman says, almost too casually, before his eyes meet mine, realization flickering across his face.
“Does that bother you?” He asks, his voice softening, his hands resting on my thighs. “I meant it.”
“I know,” I whisper, brushing his hair back. “Your darkness doesn’t scare me, Roman. I’ve been surrounded by shadows my whole life—my father, this twisted version of the church, everything. I’ve learned to live with it, even find comfort in it. That’s why I haven’t let Luca get too close. I knew you’d react this way, and honestly? I’ve accepted that. You’re not the only one who’s willing to walk the line between light and dark.”
Roman’s eyes narrow, the anger and something deeper flickering within them. He tightens his grip on my thighs. “Has he touched you?” He asks, his voice low and dangerous.
