“He’s falling in love with you,” she whispers in my ear, and we both look down at Dominic whose mouth is glistening with my arousal, his cock already jutting from his black slacks. “And if you deep throat, he’ll let you into Heaven,” she smirks salaciously, causing me to shiver. As much as I consider her words, I know she’s just trying to taunt me.
“You’re so crass,” I retort, causing a tinkling giggle to fall from her lips. Rising from my seated position, I wrap the rosary around my left hand and settle it over the lap of Father Dominic while Alexia kisses me, teasing my nipples with her thumb and index finger.
“Tell me, Maeve, did you come to this convent to find God, or were you trying to escape something?” Her question stills me for a moment.
How would she even know about me running away from home?
“That’s what I thought. Now, tell me about the man you were locking lips with because he looked delicious.” She leans forward, and I half expect her to pull out a smoke and a bottle of wine while she stares at me.
Dominic’s hands tighten on my hips as if he’s trying to lay claim without any words. His fingers digging into my flesh as he moves me, his cock deep inside my cunt. I feel it thicken and throb, and I can’t help but whimper at how much he stretches me.
Alexia’s words burn me because I have a feeling that man would’ve been my savior. Deep in my gut, I have a feeling he would’ve taken me from this place and shown me a real life. I can’t explain why, perhaps it was how he looked at me, or the way his lips molded to mine and his hands held onto my hips. My mind flits back to him for a moment, just a short one, before I shake my head.
“I don’t know who he was,” I tell her honestly. Remembering his lips on mine sends heat racing through me, and I know I’m blushing because I can feel the heat burning my cheeks.
“Fuck,” Dominic grits out through clenched teeth. “Your cunt is so tight around me, are you thinking about having two cocks inside you?” There’s an evil glint in his eyes when he says this, and I can’t deny, the idea has my body pulsing wildly.
“Bet you wouldn’t be sending him packing if he walked in here again,” Alexia winks playfully. Dominic moves my hips faster, pulling me down on his dick harder and deeper. I can’t think straight, my mind is awash with pleasure as he brings me right to the edge and I cry out.
The high that sent me into the darkness slowly drops, inch by inch, and I find myself looking into the dark eyes of Dominic. His face is beautiful, but I know this will never last.
I cast a glance at Alexia who smiles, but the sadness etched in her deep green eyes tightens a fist around my heart. I'm sure she has stories to tell, darkness that she’s seen, and I wonder briefly if she’s as broken as I am.
Is her heartache as brutal as mine?
I don’t know, and I’ve never asked. Over time, I’ve learned that if you want to get to know someone, you don't just listen to their words, you listen to how they utter certain sentences and how much pain is laced in their responses.
I move quickly, lifting myself from Father Dominic’s lap. Once I’m dressed, I turn to her and offer a smile.
“If he does walk in here again, Maeve… would you fuck him?” Something about how she speaks gives away a hint that she wants him to return. Perhaps she wants to watch me take him deep, just like she enjoys watching me with Father Dominic.
“I don’t know.” I answer, before gripping the doorknob and twisting it. “All I know is that if he did walk in here again, I may just run away if he offered me the chance.”
I leave Dominic's office to ponder my response and step out into the bright sunlight. Even though we’re heading into the coolness of winter, the day is warm and bright.
I wasn’t lying when I just said that I would run. I glance down, taking in the habit that I wear every day. It’s not who I am, but what I’ve become.
I need to leave here.
One way or another.
Kahn
Thy Kingdom come;
The cabin is silent when I open my eyes. I crashed the moment I made sure the fire was going last night. Even though I didn’t make it to the bedroom, I slept comfortably on the sofa. The fucker is huge, almost as wide as a king-sized bed.
The cabin is made of lightly colored wooden logs, turning the walls into a pattern of smooth, varnished opulence. The floors are decked in tiles that the original owners imported from Italy. The windows, double glazed and perfectly symmetrical, offer views of the Canadian mountains. A landscape made for an artist.
I’m not sure how I got so lucky to buy this place, but I’m thankful I stumbled upon it in my drunken state. I had wanted to hide away, driving up to the mountains in my truck. And when I arrived, I found this heaven. I found more than that too. That first weekend I spent here, I bumped into the man who offered me a second chance at life.
Pushing to my feet, I head into the kitchen and flick on the gas stove. When I bought this place, I fixed it up, and it was my sanctuary long after the pain I’d been through over losing Sophie. She was the second woman I lost in my lifetime, and I vowed never to lose another. So, I focused on work rather than having a relationship.
When they found Sophie’s body at the bottom of the lake, I lost my mind. She was dead before the asshole threw her body into the water. The other thing that sent me reeling was knowing she was pregnant. She hadn’t told me yet, but I found the test in our trash can. That night, I would’ve found out I was going to be a father, but instead, I was told the woman I was going to marry was dead along with the baby in her belly.
Even though it wasn’t grown yet, I felt that loss like a hole to the chest. It was as if someone had carved out my heart and left it on a platter to be feasted on by the ravens. When I got here, I ended up hunting every day. One particular day, I was so focused on a deer I'd just spotted, that I didn’t notice the three men in the woods. That’s when I met him.
The man we call God.
A huge fucker, over six foot seven. Built like a goddamned brick shit house. And as evil as they come. He noticed my gun, and we got to talking about hunting. Turns out he was here with his team of two.
I don’t believe in fate and all that shit, but meeting him was my destiny. He offered me a job, sending me out to find some drug lord and bring back his eyes. I returned with his eyes, tongue, and ears. God chuckled and told me I was special.
Now, I’m his second in command.
I have a team of assassins under me, two men and two women, and then there’s Fletch. Each of them answer to me, but they obey God above all else. I chuckle at the analogy.
The kettle screeches loudly, and I flick off the gas before pouring the steaming liquid into the coffee pot. I don’t stay up here as often as I’d like, so the amenities aren’t as modern as my apartment in the city.
My phone pings on the counter, and I ignore it for a moment to sip my black coffee. The burn on my tongue is welcome, and the bitter taste makes me groan in pleasure.
Another ping comes through a second later, and then another. When I pick up the device, I find three messages from Fletch.
Big man wants to see you
Dude, shits about to hit the fan
I think it’s best you come in