Sweet Sin - S01 E45

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Sweet Sin - S01 E45

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 45

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Seraphina winced again when Tobias pressed the cotton bud against the bruise on her lip.

He held her by the hair—gently, but firm enough to keep her exactly where he wanted her.

He used five cotton buds already.

Five. Used and discarded.

Every wound had been taken care of. Every bruise. Every scrape. Every mark left behind by hands that should never have touched her.

Her knees, her laps, her brows.

He missed none of the wounds.

And through all of it, he hadn’t said a single word.

Not even one.

At first, Seraphina thought he was thinking. She consoled herself with her own theory that he’s thinking.

Now it felt intentional and punishing. Seraphina could feel it.

She’s in his bedroom for the first time, and normally, she should look around and take in every detail.

She couldn’t.

The satanic black walls swallowed everything including her curiosity, but his silence was louder.

Worse, he wasn’t looking at her.

Why?

His rage is still there too. She could feel it burning beneath his skin.

The drive from the Seaside to the Church took almost an hour, yet he still looked ready to break someone’s neck with his bare hands.

But is that enough reason to mute on her like this?

She hadn’t done anything wrong. She was the one who was dragged away.

The one who suffered.

The one who was violated.

So why did it feel like she was the one being punished?

Questions kept stacking in her head, and she’s slowly gathering the courage to ask.

Once upon a time, she’d have emptied her heart without hesitation.

Now?

After what she’d seen at the Seaside?

After seeing what Tobias truly was?

He felt unfamiliar like a stranger wearing Father’s face.

She had been staring at him for so long she didn’t notice her lips part.

His fingers shot out, rough and cold, he caught her chin, pressed it up and shut her mouth for her.

Then he applied the final dab of ointment and stood.

Seraphina rose too and stepped in front of him.

He stopped.

“So I’m not invisible.” She nodded, finally gathering enough confidence. “You can see me. So why the silence?”

“Don’t make me hurt you, Seraphina.” He talked like he forced himself to. Her name rolled from his mouth like a miserable threat.

Her throat tightened.

“I get that you’re angry at what happened, but say something. It feels like we’re just meeting and—”

“Go into the bathroom and bathe, then take the bed and sleep, or take the couch and sleep there again.” He cut into her words.

“Take a bath after you just treated my wounds? I don’t need a bath, Father. I need—”

“I don’t care what you need right now, Seraphina.” His voice dropped. “Get in the bathroom.”

A flicker crossed his eyes, but not anger. It’s something colder, uglier.

And suddenly, she understood.

It’s disgust.

He’s disgusted because another man had put his hands on her.

“It wasn’t my fault that I was kidnapped!” she snapped.

“Don’t make me kill you before I kill that bastard, Seraphina.” He said her name warningly like a curse again, and her blood turned to ice.

The look in his eyes was enough to skin hope from her bone.

He grabbed a cigar from the stack on his drawer and headed for the door.

Seraphina followed him with plans to reach him and touch him and pull him back from whatever darkness was swallowing him.

But Tobias sensed it and turned.

His hand shot forward violently, aimed for her throat.

But then at the last minute, his fist folded shut. He stopped himself.

Instead of grabbing her neck, he shoved her very hard.

As a result, the towel slipped from her body and dropped to the floor, but neither of them cared.

Seraphina went after him again. This time, she threw her arms around him desperately like she was trying to keep a monster from walking away.

His body was too large and broad and solid for her to fully hold.

Yet, she held on anyway.

Tobias froze. Completely.

“I’ll make a proper second introduction,” she whispered against his chest. “I’m Seraphina, and we’re on a deal, Father.”

His muscles locked soundlessly beneath her touch.

“I was touched. Violated. Humiliated by that punk.” She continued, her hand climbing slowly, s+ductively to the back of his neck.

Softly, she stroked.

“But right now… I need you to make me forget.” Her voice cracked, fingers brushing his skin. “Please. Don’t look at me like you’re disgusted.”

Tobias didn’t move.

Not because of her words. Not because of her plea.

But because of this her arms around him—her skin against his body.

That contact.

The thing he spent so long avoiding and swore never to allow.

F+k.

He tore her off him, and Seraphina staggered off his body.

His body was as solid as a old mountain, tension snapping through every muscle.

The rage vanished, replaced by something far more feral.

“Pick a safe word.” He breathed harshly, straight to the point with no explanation to back it.

Seraphina blinked confusedly, breathing loudly too, but she knew he hated repeating himself, so she said the first thing that came to mind.

“Black Rose.”

“Good.” His jaws strapped like they’d snap. “When it becomes too much, say it, then I might stop. Or…you can decide to not say shit, and I’ll enjoy making you drip to death.”

“Father?” Her mind went apart with anxiousness enough to break her to pieces and scatter the bits.

“You asked for this,” he picked her up, forgetting about her wounds.

To hell with them.

Her legs wrapped his waist in a dangerously tight tangle.

“You touched me. You gave me a f+kin’ hug, Seraphina. You deserve every evil that comes with it.”

“I know I do, Father. I do, like madly,” Seraphina whispered back when she found her voice. “Make me forget….do whatever you please to my body tonight…..”

His head went down, going buried between her chest without warning.

He swallowed her first huge br+st, pressing the soft flesh into his mouth till her n+pple hit his throat.

“Father!” Seraphina screamed, hands clutching his rosary like her anchor, c+nt needily clamping.

Under the bed, Nun Ruth lay, n+ked..

She initially lay in bed, waiting for Father Tobias arrival, but when she heard footsteps of two different people, she decided to slip under the bed and see what happens.

Now, she’s seeing what’s happening.

Tobias’s mouth corrupt around Seraphina’s dark n1+ples. Her arms wrapped tight around his shoulders. His eyes madly closed, her p+$sy dripping hard on his shirt.

Ruth stopped breathing completely under that bed. She quickly covered her mouth with her palm to block her pained squirms.

The cold floor kissed her n+ples.

TBC.