Page 4 of Altered By Fire (Undercover Sinners 1)
That must be it. I declared my intention to become His handmaiden, and now He is testing me with these men, these angels, these priests.
"Did you bring anything down for Natalia to wear? She's been out in the rain and must be freezing." Hawke places a little jug of milk and a pot of sugar in front of me then takes a seat at the table to sip his own tea.
"Natalia, is it?" The new man asks, his dark eyes stripping me naked before him. He is huge, so broad across the shoulders he fills the entire door frame. My eyes widen as my mind automatically considers what it'd feel like to be picked up and thrown over his lap. What those huge hands would feel like on the soft skin of my naked ass.
"Y-yes," I stutter, then realize he, too, wears a collar, "Sorry, I mean, yes Father."
The huge man's eyebrows raise a fraction of an inch before he nods. "Good."
He holds out a garment to me. It's black, and there's a lot of it by the look of things, but it's probably for the best. Sitting here, practically naked and so incredibly turned on … well, it isn't a good start to my life of chastity now, is it?
"Sorry, I hope you don't mind wearing a nun's habit? It was all I could find aside from our own clothes." Mace gives a tiny shrug as I push back from my chair and stand, taking the robe from him. I avoid touching his fingers, not sure my heart or my pussy can handle another shock like I got from Hawke.
"Thanks," I say slowly, taking the thick fabric in shaking fingers. Would it be too much to ask them for underwear? Yeah, probably. I don’t trust myself to say panties in front of these men. "I may as well get used to wearing these things. Is there somewhere I could change?"
Mace raises his brows and flicks a questioning look at Hawke. The other priest gives a small shake of his head, and Mace turns his attention back to me.
"Right over here," the huge man says, his voice this deep rumbling sound that vibrates through me as he takes one of my small hands in his huge ones. His palms are warm and dry, his fingers circling my entire wrist as he leads me—in a surprisingly gentle way—over to a cracked door. "There are towels underneath the sink, plenty of them."
I nod as he lets go of my wrist, slipping inside the bathroom and flicking on the light and the fan. After a good, long look in the mirror, I turn the sink on to give myself some privacy. I hardly recognize my own eyes: they're big and wide, the pupils so dilated it looks like my irises are black instead of caramel brown. And my chestnut hair? It's dark with rainwater … and possibly blood. I don't know. It splattered everywhere; I'm not sure how much actually got on me. The cloying scent of smoke on my skin makes my stomach churn though.
Pulling myself away from the ghostly girl with the too pale skin, I strip my soiled dress off and shove it as violently as I can into the trash, curling my fingers around the wicker rim of the basket. Fat tears roll down my cheeks before I even realizing they're falling, hot salty drops that spatter against the white plastic liner.
What am I doing with my life? What the fuck is wrong with me? A man died while he was inside of me today. He got shot in the face with his hard cock buried between my thighs.
Moving over to the toilet, I empty my stomach of alcohol and the lines of coke I did in the bathroom with Kisten. There's no food in there. Hell, I barely eat anymore. I'm too skinny now; I used to be curvy.
Throwing up bile, I stay curled over the john for a long time, so long that my lids get heavy and I almost fall asleep with my head in a fucking toilet bowl. That's the state of my existence now, and that is why fate led me here. I need an overhaul.
A big one.
I must be in there a while because the lock on the bathroom door clicks open and then suddenly Mace is just standing there, staring down at me naked and crying on the floor of a church bathroom.
I'm still in my red spiked heels, but nothing else, wet brown hair dripping over my face.
“I'm a fucking mess," I tell the man who's the size of a goddamn mountain. He's the typical clichéd tall, dark, and handsome type, but hell if I care. I just need someone to talk to right now and he is a priest, isn't he?
