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I never believed in God.
Not the way I was supposed to.
Not when men like Father Matthias stood at the pulpit with blood in their eyes and control in their hands, preaching about purity with clenched fists and clipped tongues.
But I believed in him.
The way his gaze stripped me bare when he thought I wasn't looking.
The way he bit back growled when my skirt rode too high on the pew.
The way his voice broke whenever I said, "Forgive me, Father," and knelt in front of him behind the dark screen.
And I knew he believed in me, too.
Not in my soul. Not in my salvation.
In my ruin.
He wanted to ruin me.
I could taste it in the way he whispered my name like a curse, like a psalm.
Feel it in the way his fingers twitched every time I brushed past in the narrow hallway behind the altar.
And the first time it happened?
It was thunderstorm-dark.
Rain hammering against stained glass.
Candles flickering, shadows licking the walls like firelight in hell.
I told him I needed a confession.
I told him I'd sinned.
He opened the door. Let me inside. Locked it.
And said, "Show me."
So I lifted my skirt. Slipped my soaked panties down my thighs.
Got on my knees right there in the booth where sinners begged for mercy.
He didn't offer absolution.
He offered his cock.
And I took it, mouth open, eyes closed, moaning around him as he gripped my hair and thrusted his guilt into my throat.
No prayers.
Just panting.
Just sin.
When he came, he did it with a growl of my name and a muttered, "God help me."
But God wasn't listening.
Only I was.
And I wanted more.
