FAZER LOGIN✴️✴️She was on the altar and Adrian was over her and he wasn't wearing that collar.His shirt was open at the throat and his hair was a mess and he was looking at her like he'd been holding it back for too long and had finally just stopped."You talk too much," he murmured, dragging his mouth along her jaw. "Even in confession."His hand pushed her dress up her thigh and she stopped breathing. His palm was wide and hot and he took his time moving it up, not rushing, like he had all night, and her fingers found the front of his shirt and gripped it before her brain caught up with what her hands were doing."Tell me what you want," he said, his thumb stopping right at the inside of her thigh, not moving, just sitting there. "Say it out loud.""Adrian." Her own voice embarrassed her. "Please."He moved his hand and the sound she made wasn't quiet. Her back came off the stone and her whole body pulled tight as he worked his fingers into her slowly and she held onto him and said his nam
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction intended for adult audiences. It explores themes of religious taboo, power dynamics, and forbidden romance. It is not intended to reflect real-world religious practices or figures. All characters involved in romantic or sexual situations are consenting adults.✴️✴️The wooden pew was digging into Sienna's back.Saint Jude's smelled like wax and cold stone and something old she couldn't name. She hated this place. She hated the silence that wasn't actually silence, just fifty people breathing and pretending to be holy.Her mother's lips moved. Always moving, always praying. The rosary clicked between her fingers in that rhythm Sienna had been listening to her whole life.She stared at the floor instead and counted the seconds.Then the new priest walked in.She heard him before she saw him. His footsteps were slow and heavy in a way Father Miller's never were. Father Miller shuffled. This man walked like he owned the floor under him.When she
Disclaimer: Explicit erotica concept, raw and unfiltered desires. Triggering themes. Lesbian content. Do not go any further if you are not ready for the heat that comes with it. Rated 18+---Priya Walsh was dreaming again.She could feel it even inside the dream, that specific awareness that sits at the back of your mind telling you this isn't real while everything happening in front of you feels more real than anything you experienced while you were awake.Brooklyn's hands were in her hair.Brooklyn's mouth was on her throat and Priya had her back pressed against the wall of that hotel room in Melbourne and her fingers were gripping Brooklyn's shoulders while moaning out loudly."Priya." Brooklyn's voice against her skin."Don't stop." Priya pulled her closer. "Brooklyn please don't—""Ms. Walsh!"A voice called her, not from her dream but from reality.Priya's eyes opened.She was sitting in the corner chair of the Harlow wedding venue with her clipboard in her lap and her reading g
STELLA'S POV I was kissing my sister's ex boyfriend.Let me say that again slowly.Seth Calloway. The same man who dated my sister Mara for two years. The same man who called me on a Tuesday and put fifty thousand dollars on the table and asked me to spend a weekend pretending to be his girlfriend.That man's lips were on mine right now.Make it make sense.His mouth moved against mine and my hands were in his collar.I had completely forgotten that there was an arrangement, a job, a number with five zeros attached to it. All of that was somewhere far away.He pulled back and looked at me.I looked back at him breathing harder than I wanted to be.He had that look on his face, the same look his mother had at dinner when she confirmed something to herself. Unbothered. Like he had already decided how this was going to go."Seth—" I trailed off.He kissed me again before I could complete my statement.His hands moved from my jaw to my waist, pulling me closer, and I let him because ap
Disclaimer!!! : Explicit erotica concept, raw and unfiltered desires. BDSM and Kink. Triggering themes. Do not go any further if you are not ready for the heat.---STELLA'S POVFifty thousand dollars.That was what Seth Calloway brought to the table and the moment he said it, every sensible thought I had lined up in my head walked quietly out of my head.His mother was sick and she wanted him to get a girlfriend before she moved on to the other world.He needed someone beside him to get his mom off his back. And that person was me.Don't be confused, I'm his ex-girlfriend's sister and he called me on a Tuesday evening, and offered me fifty thousand dollars to be his fake girlfriend. And I had willingly accepted his offer without thinking twice about it.Now here I was, sitting in the passenger seat of his car memorizing a story that was not true.You are doing this for the money Stella. That is the only reason you are doing this. The fact he remembered you and something in your chest
ZINNIA'S POV “I guess Ryder doesn't use these words on you.”He smiled, his eyes moving to my exposed lap.“And what if he doesn't?” I asked, expecting him to say something else but his response shocked me.“Don't tell me he haven't fucked you yet. And even if he had, how do you beg him for more? Is it Fuck that pussy or hit that spot babe?” He laughed, it was clear he knew what the answer was and he was clearly making a mockery of me. I wasn't having it, I frowned and put on a serious look.“Kelly! I don't want you talking about my marriage life, leave it out of everything you have to say. Besides, it is not the right thing to do.”“Fine, just don't turn off on me.” He pressed his palm together more like a please.“You came with your luggage, how long do you plan on staying?” I asked.“This is my brother's house Zinnia, I can stay as long as I want, besides I know you want me here.” He smiled.“What a joke.” I scoffedHe flashes me a quick grin but I roll my eyes at him.I proceeded
CHAPTER FOUR Lana opened her eyes to the soft chime of Mia’s alarm filtering through the thin wall at exactly seven o’clock in the morning. She rolled onto her back and pressed her face deep into the pillow that still carried his scent from the night before. Her entire body ached with the sweete
CHAPTER FIVE The first seven days after Mia left felt like living inside a dream that Lana never wanted to wake from. Every morning she opened her eyes to sunlight pouring through the master bedroom curtains and his arms wrapped tightly around her waist. Every night she fell asleep with her head
CHAPTER TWO Lana stood frozen against the bathroom door while the words still echoed in her ears. He had just told her to let him help her finish properly. His knees pressed into the marble floor as he knelt right in front of her. The amber nightlight painted golden stripes across his broad shoul
CHAPTER EIGHT Amara spent the morning weaving through the house to avoid Jace. After breakfast, where her mother’s sharp glance had nearly unraveled their secret, she lingered in the kitchen, scraping crumbs from her barely touched toast into the trash can. Her fingers trembled as she stacked pla







