Sweetest Sin

Chapter Two- Chastity Be Damned

I found myself in the office of the father in charge of this supposed spiritual place, although since my arrival, I had already felt there to be virtues to be broken in regards to me. Such as jealousy felt by the women, lust by that man I saw who appeared to me as a God himself, and anger I fell in this moment, that had already marked three of the seven deadly sins. I waited to burst into flames at this moment, but with this legend being debunked by my wholesome state, I was forced to hear the “disappointed” speech all adults give when you broke their rules.

His office had been one of a basic principal. There were photographs of his family, a small library of books in one corner of the room, and a variation of music on vinyl in another-complete with a gramaphone. The only difference of true note was the cross upon the wall, the Bibles arranged in alphabetical from different languages, and a small fountain of holy water directly beside his desk with a rosary hanging from a small design of the ceramic itself.

“This is not how I wanted to formally meet you, Miss Sacramon…” He spoke with a level of disappointment in his voice that was evident in any adult that spoke to me. “I was hoping that would be during service or even upon eating...or even welcoming you to the school…” He then looked to the bag confiscated by the witch of a woman who stood beside him, seemingly getting off on the fact she busted me.

“I do not like placing out punishment at all, but you have left me no choice...you will be led to confession-” A knock suddenly came to the door before he spoke to come in and the same gorgeous angel of a man entered who had locked gazes with me. He stood with an impressive physique that was hidden beneath his dark clothing. I couldn’t help but bite my lip as I noticed how full and delicious his looked and how gentle and haunting his crystal blue eyes were. They seemed to look into my soul and speak to me without a word being spoken. My lips slightly parted as I let out a deep exhale of the dreamy man who looked to me with a pleasant smile that showed off a set of dimples upon his cheeks. I felt myself nearly melt into my seat before he then spoke-making me press my thighs together as he spoke with his French accent.

“I hope I am not intruding…”

“Not at all...Please come in.” Father Decaria spoke as he had just introduced himself although my gaze was fixated elsewhere.

“Miss Sacramon, perhaps you should place your tongue back into your mouth.” The vile woman commented as I c****d my head to her and glared before focusing on the conversation between the handsome man and that of the elderly father whom was trying to play a parental card with me at the moment.

“Forgive me...I am Gabriele Romano…” The way he spoke his name sent goosebumps down my entire body as I had to hesitate to moan upon hearing it. Even if not for the accent, the way he spoke it with such confidence and reassurance was enough to still be alluring.

“Of course, excuse me a moment, Miss Sacramon.” Father D’Aceria spoke as he disappeared into the hall with the handsome man and I was left with the woman who was now glaring at me. I crossed my arms in front of my chest and slouched in my chair before she came over to me. Her back turned to face me for a moment before she then turned with a long ruler that she hit softly against her palm.

“I forgot to introduce myself, Miss Sacramon...I am mother Rhoussar…” She spoke as the wrinkles making her appear almost in her sixties began to scrunch on her face as she smiled. “I am aware you aren’t familiar with the rules we have in this school, but your behavior you have shown thus far will not be tolerated.”

I rolled my eyes before finding the ruler to crash down upon the top of my hand. I pulled it back with a gasp before scoffing at the woman.

“Disrespecting your elders is something you must learn.” I had a million come-backs within my mind such as her being far more elder than I was or something to do with the fact she would never marry someone...but I still felt the sting from the ruler as the splinters it caused in my otherwise perfectly soft and porcelain skin. I glared at her as I watched the men enter back within the room. I neglected to notice the glare given to me by the woman who had just hit me as I rubbed the back of my hand, finding pity from both the unnamed Adonis and the man who took the role of principal.

“I believe it would be the best thing for you and Father Romano-” My heart stopped. He was one of them! Maybe that was why I was attracted to him; because subconsciously I knew he was off-limits. But I couldn’t cease in imagining his lips on mine and cascading down my body…

“Miss Sacramon!”

I suddenly found myself forced back to reality. “As I was saying...I will have you confess to Father Romano here and whatever he says is your resolution, you shall respect.”

I nodded, not wanting to seem immature to Gabriele, ahem, Father Romano. I could tell he was slightly older than me as guys my age were not as mature as him in any sense of the word. His eyes showed years of wonder that I was desperate to become acknowledged of.

“You will follow him to confession and then go to your bed.” I smirked at the thought of taking Father Romano to bed as it was a thought I believed raced through Mother Rhoussar’s mind too as she continued to glare as I smiled. I lifted myself from the chair and followed Gabriele as he was told where the confessional booth was in the church near the front of the school grounds.

“Where are you from in France?” I asked as I tried to flirt by batting my eyelashes but found him unphased by such a thing.

“A small village I do not believe you would know…” He spoke with a nervous smile. However, I couldn’t tell if he was nervous because of me or because he did not know me. It was my every intention to make it so he would. Even the way he exhaled had been erotic, as if he knew I hung on each word he said. I had to steady my own breathing so he didn’t suspect I was overly excited to be alongside hiim.

“Why is it that you came here?”

“When you finish your vows, you are given a choice of where to go. I have always wanted to see the ocean, so I asked to be placed here.”

“Your vows? Are you married?”

He blushed. “No. Miss Sacramon.” He spoke my name with such a sensuality that he didn’t even know he had. It was enough to make me get goosebumps all over again. “My vows of the church. To uphold good, chastity, virtue, grace, and guidance beneath God.”

“So you can never get married?”

“No. I am married to the church.” I had to hide the pout that fell over my lips upon this moment. I didn’t ever like the idea of marriage but to have someone like Gabriele sweep me off of my feet...I could learn to live with that.

Upon him now finishing these words, Father Romano made his way into the church and pushed the doors open for me as a true gentleman. As we made our way inside, I found a mess of girls looking to him with the same agape mouth I had when first spotting him. However, others didn’t hide the fact they hated that I was given time with him. While walking along the edge of the church, noticing the amount of jealous glances and whispers being spoken about me, Father Romano and I took our separate places within the confessional booth. I could sense his nerves from this side as he cleared his throat and began to speak in his dreamy accent.

“What seems to trouble you, my child?”

“I have gotten in trouble on my first day of school here…” I spoke with a light Marilyn Monroe voice in an attempt to make him aroused by this tone.

“What is it you have done?”

“I spoke against Mother Rhoussar, was found with psychedelics, and fell feelings of lust for someone older than me.” I could see his physique through the small holes in the small wood that separated us.

“I see. Do you find yourself having a problem with authority?”

“I do. I feel as though I am misunderstood.” I played the victim card, knowing this worked well for other men that I wanted. But he was different.

“I suggest saying three hail mary’s and praying before bed. If you will excuse me.” I suddenly found myself alone in the confessional booth, hoping God couldn’t read my thoughts at this particular moment. Due to the fact I knew Gabriele was going to be difficult to obtain, but that made this sin, all that much sweeter.