~ Calista ~

The town's beloved holy man is gone.

I wipe a tear from my eye, but it isn’t grief. It’s guilt, the unbearable sting of secrets I can never speak aloud.

Surprisingly, my body still aches for him. I crave his mouth on my pussy, his kisses and thrusts.

But he’s a corpse now. And I need a substitute.

My eyes drift toward my boyfriend.

Daniel stands at the edge of the courtyard, listening to a local fanatic preach about how Father Romanus spent his nights battling hellfire to keep our town safe.

He turns and catches me watching him. I nod toward one of our usual spots,...