34. Chapter 33
Chapter 33
Eden
“ I look absolutely ridiculous,” I seethe, glaring at the elf costume that clings to me.
“Don’t worry, Eden,” Zoey snaps with a forced cheerfulness. “The kids will love it.”
The festive spirit is overwhelming, with twinkling lights and gaudy ornaments strewn about. A massive pine tree, cluttered with decorations, dominates the corner of the café, its presence a constant reminder of the season.
“I think Christmas has been tainted for me by the church,” I sigh, feeling the weight of memories.
For me, Christmas was always about maintaining an image and avoiding greed. On the surface, my family’s Christmas was perfect—glittering trees, golden lights, and endless presents.
No one would have suspected the truth: my father’s violent rages, the angel on top of the tree serving as a symbol of his wrath, and the presents tossed into the fire when he’d had too much to drink .
“Holy shit,” Aiden laughs as he enters the café, taking in the sight of us. “When you said they were making you dress up, I didn’t expect this!” He pulls out his phone to snap a picture.
“Do that, and I’ll grind your phone into coffee grounds,” I hiss, swatting at him.
As I move, Roman’s gold ring glints from under my shirt, catching the eyes of Aiden and Zoey.
“Is that—”
I quickly tuck the ring away before they can get a good look, returning to my work behind the counter. Their questioning looks are hard to ignore.
“Is that Roman’s ring?” Zoey whispers, clearly intrigued. “He gave you his ring—”
“He’s quitting his priesthood once this is all over,” I whisper back, glancing around to ensure no one else is listening. “He gave it to me as a reminder that his role in the church is only temporary.”
It’s been four months since I met Roman and three since we became exclusive. Despite the short time, our bond feels deep and profound, as if we’ve known each other for years.
“Is that a priest’s way of giving a promise ring?” Aiden jokes, unwittingly hitting closer to the truth than he realizes.
Roman was serious. His words from two weeks ago were no joke. Since then, his affection has only intensified—flowers in my apartment, spontaneous dates, and passionate intimacy. It’s all been exhilarating.
“Maybe it is,” I sigh. “But that doesn’t change the fact that I’m stuck in this ridiculous costume serving coffee at nine in the morning,” I add, handing a drink to a customer with a forced smile.
“Mass is tonight,” Aiden whispers. “And Roman’s meeting—”
“I know what tonight is, Aiden,” I snap, my patience wearing thin. “I don’t need a reminder.”
“I just thought you might need some mental preparation. It’s a lot,” He says with genuine sympathy.
“It’ll be okay,” I say for what feels like the millionth time. “Roman will be okay.”
The deeper my attachment to Roman grows, the more I worry about his well-being.
“I almost want to show up in this costume,” Zoey says with a touch of defiance. “Elf hat and all, flipping off anyone who looks at me wrong.”
“Have you talked to your father?” I ask, noticing her expression falter.
“No, not my stepmother either. My mom has added extra locks and alarms, and she even keeps a gun under her pillow. If my dad tries to reach out, she’ll make sure to keep him at bay.”
It’s hard to see Zoey going to such lengths for her own safety. She puts on a brave front, but I can see the fear beneath.
We’re all scared.
As the espresso flows into the cup, I fiddle with Roman’s ring, counting to ten in my head.
It will all be over soon.
As I get dressed, I cinch the rope belt around my waist, pulling it tight.
The church is already alive with the festive cheer of Christmas, even though it’s still early in the month.
I glance in the mirror, and for the first time in a while, my reflection doesn’t look so weary. My eyes are bright with a newfound energy, something I’ve been missing for too long.
All thanks to Roman.
I hear the murmurs of people gathering in the waiting area as the doors to Mass prepare to open. Checking the time, I note that Roman still has twenty-five minutes left in confession.
Perhaps it’s time for me to unburden myself of some sins.
In the dimly lit room, I look at the divider that separates Roman from his confessional. It casts an ominous shadow, adding gravity to the act of confessing one’s deepest secrets. I shut the door with a deliberate noise to let him know I’d arrived.
“Take a seat, my child, and—”
“I’ve sinned terribly, Father,” I interject, my voice smooth and teasing as I hear him shift behind the divider.
“Really?” He responds, his professional tone slipping into something more intimate. “What have you done Angel?” His question stirs a thrill within me.
“Let’s see,” I begin, sighing provocatively. “I can’t seem to get my priest out of my mind. Sometimes, I wake up in the middle of the night, wondering what his touch would feel like. ”
A soft laugh escapes him as he continues.
“You want him to touch you?”
“Desperately,” I reply, pushing further. “I’m consumed by sinful thoughts of his touch, his tongue exploring every inch of my body.”
He shifts again, the tension palpable.
“I don’t think I can help you from behind this divider,” He murmurs. “What you need is some one-on-one prayer.”
Smiling, I step past the divider and close it behind me. Roman leans casually in his chair, his eyes heavy with frustration and desire.
“You see what you’ve done?” He groans. “I have Mass in twenty-three minutes.”
“What a pity,” I smirk, leaning against the wall. “You still haven’t helped me with my sinful thoughts.”
“Come here,” He commands, his voice edged with urgency. “I’ll give you a reason to be on your knees.”
I move closer, watching as he pulls up the hem of my robe, exposing my black dress underneath.
“Father Briar, what are you doing?” I ask, though my tone is more curious than concerned.
He meets my gaze with smoldering eyes filled with lust.
“Do you want to feel my touch?” He asks, his voice low and rough. I nod slowly. “Then ride me like the little slut you are.”
I tear off his robe and fumble with his pants, finally revealing his underwear. I pull down my thong, letting it fall around my ankles, giving him a clear view. Pulling down his underwear, I quickly straddle him, aligning myself with him. The choir’s music crescendos, masking the sounds of our encounter .
Roman guides me as I ride him, the choir’s loud chorus covering my moans. His hand clamps over my mouth as I continue moving, the rosary I had brought from my pocket wrapped around his neck. The pressure of the rosary makes him even more intense.
“God, look at you. Is this what you wanted? Your priest’s cock buried in your pretty little pussy?”
The door swings open suddenly, and we freeze, locked in our illicit act.
“Father, are you still here?” Comes Luca’s voice.
Roman’s grip tightens as he forces me down, his hand still over my mouth. The choir’s music hides the sounds of our bodies.
“Of course,” Roman says with restraint. “Take a seat.”
I meet Roman’s eyes, tightening around him as he tries to hide his groan.
“Father, I have so much to confess,” Luca continues, his voice laced with tension.
“Speak,” Roman snaps, his fingertips digging into my skin.
Leaning close, I whisper in his ear, “Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.”
Roman’s eyes widen as I rip off the remainder of my robe and dress, revealing myself completely.
He devours the sight of me, his tongue tracing up my body, nipping at my nipples.
“I did something bad, Father,” Luca says. “I hurt someone I cared about deeply. I wanted her so badly, I did things I’d never normally do—”
“I’m yours, right Father?” I whisper. “Are you going to let him say that?”
“I think you’re better off without her,” Roman grits out, covering my mouth as he thrusts into me.
The choir’s music and Roman’s loud voice drown out Luca’s words.
“See, that’s the thing. I want her—”
“You won’t have her,” Roman snaps, holding my hips tightly as I move. “You’ll never have her.”
I smile, taking off the rosary and kissing him passionately, biting his bottom lip until it bleeds.
“I don’t think that’s the case,” Luca challenges. “She’ll find a way to come back around—”
“No, she won’t,” Roman growls, his cock twitching inside me. “She’s not yours anymore. The sooner you accept that, the better.”
I squeeze his throat as I ride him, savoring the power I hold.
“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.