LOGINChapter 41Ronan’s POVThe phone felt like there was some dead weight in my hand. My soon-to-be-ex-wife’s lawyer was on the line, droned on about asset division, her voice was all polished and smug, like she hadn’t spent the last year spreading her legs for some trainer half her age and now, she was talking about a divorce so she could have half of my property. After everything I’d built from scratch. The words hit like punches to the gut. I didn’t even let him finish.“She’s not getting a fucking dime more than the prenup allows,” I snapped. Then I cut the call dead.My arm moved before my brain caught up. I slammed the phone into the wall with a crack that echoed through the office. The screen broke and shattered all over the ground. My chest heaved, as each breath I took came out ot and ragged. The anger burned inside my chest. After everything I’d done for her, this was how she was going to repayit? By cheating and then trying to reach for my empire with greedy hands. Fuck that
Chapter 40Noah’s POV. The night Gabriel told me he was leaving the priesthood, I should have felt relief. Instead, all I felt was a deeper and a way more darker hunger that would never be satisfied.He had me on the altar again, naked except for the stole and the silver ring on my finger. The candles burned low around us as the church was completely now silent, it felt like even God had finally looked away. Gabriel moved inside me slow and deep, face buried in my neck, whispering between thrusts.“I’m done pretending,” he said, voice rough with pleasure. “I’m leaving the collar. For you. For this.”My heart slammed. “Gabriel…”He thrust harder, folding my legs back so he could get impossibly deeper. “We’ll move somewhere quiet. I’ll still be yours. You’ll still be my secret husband. We’ll sin every single day for the rest of our lives.”The words pushed me over. I came between us with a broken moan, clenching around him. He followed right after, flooding me with another thick load
Chapter 39Noah’s POV. The echoes of the sound of footsteps in the empty church after midnight made my blood turn to ice, but Father Gabriel only continued to fuck me harder, like the danger itself made him want to fill me even more.We were at the confessional again; but this time, the big wooden one at the back. I was bent over the small kneeler inside, stole placed around my neck with my pants around my ankles. Gabriel stood behind me, with his thick cock buried to the balls, thrusting slow and deep while his hand covered my mouth. We had thought the church was completely empty after the late novena.But how wrong were we. Or wrong we areWhatever. The footsteps came closer as soft shoes clicked on the marble. A woman’s voice was humming an old hymn. Mrs. Hargrove; the nosy widow who cleaned the altar linens and knew everyone’s business. My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I was sure she could hear it.But Gabriel didn’t stop.He kept grinding into me, slow and filthy, cock
Chapter 38Noah’s POV. The empty church at midnight felt like our own private hell, and Father Gabriel turned our sin into something that looked almost like a sacred marriage.Was this interesting? Yes. Was it also going far?Definitely yes. He had texted me during the day with just a few simple instructions: “Tonight. Wear something nice underneath your clothes and come alone.” My hands shook the whole way there. The suspicion at home had only gotten worse; my mom had started praying the rosary louder when I was around, and my brother kept offering to “talk man to man,” but all I could do was lie again and slip out after dinner, heart hammering.Gabriel waited inside near the altar, fully vested like he was about to say real mass. The candles burned everywhere as the soft golden light danced across the pews and the big crucifix hanging above us. He looked beautiful. Terrifying. Yet Holy.“Come here, my love,” he said softly.I walked up the aisle like a bride, legs weak. When I r
Chapter 37Noah’s POV. I never thought I’d get fucked raw while twenty teenagers sang worship songs in the next room, but here I am with Gabriel who apparently, has a special talent for turning “impossible” into “right now.”The youth group event was in full swing in the parish hall, right through the thin wall from the small storage room behind the stage, you could hear the laughter, guitar chords, and off-key singing bleed through as Gabriel locked the door and shoved me against a stack of folding chairs.“Quiet,” he warned, already yanking my pants down. “They think I’m just stepping out for supplies.”My heart was in my throat. I could hear my own little cousin’s voice among the singers. If anyone came looking for him…But gabriel didn’t care. He slicked his cock with the olive oil he’d brought in a small vial and pushed inside me in one hard thrust. I bit my arm to stay silent. He was thick and bare and still leaking from earlier that evening. The stretch burned perfectly.“Fuck
Chapter 36Noah’s POV. The sacristy felt smaller every time I stepped inside, like the walls were closing in to trap me with my own sins.Or was it for?Anyways…Father Gabriel didn’t waste words tonight. The second the door locked behind me, he pointed to the floor in front of the small altar they kept in the back room. I dropped to my knees without being told, already breathing faster. The stole was already in his hands. He draped it around my neck, letting the embroidered ends brush my bare chest after he stripped my shirt off.“Tonight we test your devotion,” he said quietly. “You will pray while I remind your body who it belongs to. If you stop praying, I stop touching. Understand?”“Yes, Father.”He pulled my pants and underwear down to my thighs, leaving my hard cock exposed and leaking. Then he poured holy oil into his palm and wrapped his slick hand around me. The first slow stroke pulled a groan from my throat.“Begin,” he ordered. “Do you know the Act of Contrition?”“Yes
Chapter 4.Private Session. Alex’s POV.I got to the gym right at 9:45, already kicking myself for showing up this late. The place felt empty as hell; just the AC running and some random weight clanging way in the back. I picked the last training slot because work kept me stuck till eight every da
Chapter 3.Aftermath & Round Three (or Was It Four?)Rick’s POVBy the time most of the guys had started tapping out one by one, the living room looked no different than a crime scene produced from a very sticky porno. Scattered all over the floor were empty lube bottles, discarded condoms, random
Chapter 2.The Fuckening Begins…Rick’s POVThey didn’t waste a single second. Tim’s “Good boy” was still ringing in my ears when about four pairs of hands grabbed me; not rough, but definitely not gentle, and manhandled me into position right there on the living room rug like I was the star of th
I REALLY DO NOT HAVE TO WARN YOU. DO I? ^^ Chapter 1. Rick’s POV I kicked the front door shut behind me, tie loosened as I felt shoulders go numb from the long ass day I’d just had at the office. clocked twenty-eight today. Another year old with the same bullshit routine. Tim had texted me ear







