The moment
our eyes met it felt as though the earth stood still.
I’ve
wondered what this moment would be like. If she’d stop and stare. If she’d look
at me with hatred or with fear. If she’d try to kill me.
Probably
all of those things wrapped into one beautiful package.
Even in
those white gowns the women are forced to wear, she still looks as pretty as I
remember. Our connection was instant back in that joint where we held that
speech to convert people.
She must
know it was me … that I’m the one who took her.
No doubt
she’s been questioning all sorts of things since she came here. But I have no
answers that I can give her that will take away her rage. None.
This is her
new reality now.
There is
only take it, no leave it.
And I can
imagine that’s a hard pill to swallow.
“It’s you
…”
I knew
she’d recognize me.
But her voice
sounds shattered. Painful. As though she’s been to hell and back just to stand
here and look me in the eyes.
I deserve
every inch of her wrath.
“Yes,” I
reply.
Every step
I take toward her, she takes one back, until she’s pressed against the side of
the hut, just out of sight from the guards and her fellow sisters.
Good.
I don’t
enjoy being seen. At least not here, where the helpers live in peace. It’s not
our place to meddle, and it’s highly unusual for a patriarch to come out of the
Temple, let alone all by himself.
Normally,
I’d be escorted if I ever left the building or the property.
But not
right now. Not when I’m doing something completely against protocol.
I needed to
see her … See if she made it out alive … and sane.
“I see
you’ve adjusted,” I say, taking in her dainty figure dressed in all white. “It
looks good on you.”
Her lips
part. I wonder what she’ll say to me.
No words
are uttered, except a gasp the moment I stand in front of her.
“I know you
probably assumed we wouldn’t meet again this soon, but I needed to see you …
for myself.” I grasp a strand of her hair that’s fallen out of the shawl and
curl it around my finger, imagining fisting a whole bunch while I fuck her from
behind.
Calm down, Noah.
Don’t want
to get a hard-on in public, especially not with what’s at stake here. I need to
take this slow, for both our sakes. She needs a little more training and a few
more teachings before I can begin.
Patience is
a virtue I struggle with daily, but Natalie has truly tested me.
I lean in
and place my hand against the wood, whispering into her ear, “It’s been so hard
to watch from the sidelines … to see you unravel right in front of me without
me there to hold you.”
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