The church was dark and silent at nine o'clock on a Wednesday night. The only light came from a few flickering votive candles near the altar, casting long shadows across the empty pews. Elena walked down the center aisle, her heels clicking softly on the cold marble floor. The sound echoed in the vast, cavernous space, making her feel small and exposed. She had not been inside a church in years, not since she was a teenager forced to attend Sunday services by her mother. But tonight she was not here for salvation. She was here for something else entirely.
She had been having the fantasies for months. Dark, dirty, consuming fantasies that invaded her mind at the most inappropriate times. At work. On the subway. In the shower. They were always the same. A powerful, authoritative man with a
