AERIS
The alarm cut through my sleep at four-thirty. My thighs were sticky, my n*****s tight against the thin sheet.
I’d been dreaming again,Ronan’s c**k stretching my throat, his fingers bruising my hips while he called me his filthy little Anne. I didn’t bother with underwear. I pulled on a black dress, the one that clung to every curve, and drove straight to the church.
The rectory door was unlocked. I slipped inside, bare feet silent on the worn carpet.
The hallway smelled of old wood and fresh coffee. I followed the light spilling from the open doorway at the end.
Ronan stood in front of the mirror, already half-dressed in his cassock. The white collar sat on the dresser beside him. When he saw my reflection, his hands stilled on the buttons.
“Anne,” he said quietly. “You shou
