“You can play Priest for as long as you like,” he spat, ignoring my protests, “but you will never find salvation.” His words struck like a curse, but that wasn’t the reason my chest heaved, goosebumps littered my skin, and definitely not the reason I felt hot despite the chilling dip from the lake. Ezreal’s eyes widened momentarily, noticing. I winced as his hand shifted, pressing against the stiff betrayal straining against my soaked robes. He stilled for only a second, then a wicked grin overtook his features. “Well, well,” Ezreal drawled, his voice taunting “Look who’s getting excited,” “Stop,” I gasped, squeezing my eyes shut as the humiliation dug deep. “Please….” He leaned forward, his breath hot as his lips ghosted over the shell of my ear. “I will taint you so bad,” he whispered, his hand tightening against my crotch. “So bad you won’t have the courage to stand on the altar you abandoned me for.” ****** At sixteen, Ezreal Vossell took the fall for a murder to protect the only boy he ever loved—Baron Lander, the timid son of the town’s high priest. A known delinquent, the bastard child of the mayor, but the only one who saw him for his true self was Baron. Ezreal made the ultimate sacrifice, and all he wanted in return was Baron’s support. But alas, on the day of the trial, Baron betrayed him, casting him aside to please his father. Ezreal was sentenced to life in prison, his heart shattered beyond repair. Fifteen years later, he was released, but gone was the naive sixteen-year-old. He’s returned as the ruthless leader of a mafia syndicate, and with all the power and wealth at his fingertips, he yearned for one thing alone. Revenge.
view more“Your whispers of forgiveness only fuel my desires to damn you.” Ezreal’s POV Before he could breathe another protest, I slammed my lips against his, swallowing his gasps. He thrashed underneath me, but I didn’t let up. The lake’s water still clung to my skin, and the only barrier between us was his wet robes. His body felt hot, matching the fire within me. I wanted to punish him, to make him regret and drown in doubt, breaking the morals he held in high regard. This was my revenge. It was meant to be slow, taunting, and cold, yet here I was, drowning in the feel of his trembling lips. I angled my head, deepening the kiss. He still fought against me, a huge contrast to how he pulsed against my palm. I squeezed him harder, drawing a gasp from him. My tongue thrusts deep in his mouth, taking more control. This wasn’t the bashful kiss we shared fifteen years ago. It was rushed, demanding, and painful. I had so much anger stirring within me, so many questions I wanted t
“Every saint has a past, and he is here to awaken mine in the most sinful way.” Baron’s POV “Ezreal?” My heart thundered in my chest, my pulse spiking up. Could it really be him? I was met with deafening silence, unconsciously holding my breath as I waited. But minutes passed, and I still heard nothing. My fingers trembled as I reached for the lattice, my hands hovering over the handle that would reveal him. It was against the church’s protocol, but… With a sharp breath, I slid it open, my chest tight. But alas, the booth opposite me was empty, and the only thing that remained was the lingering scent of lavender and mint, the smell of a man’s perfume. A familiar scent… He was here….he was really here… I sprang to my feet, my body moving without thinking. I rushed out of the confessional, stumbling into the church aisle with panic coursing through me. “Ezreal!” I shouted, his name sounding foreign on my tongue. I burst through the heavy doors, my chest heaving as t
**DISCLAIMER** This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events, organizations, or locales is purely coincidental. The views and opinions expressed in this book belong solely to the author and do not reflect those of any individual, group, or institution. This book is intended for mature readers only. It may contain explicit language, adult themes, and sensitive subject matter. Reader discretion is strongly advised. --- "The confessional was never meant for secrets this dark."Ezreal’s POVI once believed the show of love was to sacrifice yourself for the ones you cherished, to hold their hand and be their shield. But as I stood in the courtroom dock, my heart drumming in my ears, I looked at one person. Baron. He ascended the witness box, his expression unreadable, but even from
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