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09: Craving His Sin.
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Forgive Me: Marked By The Priest 09: Craving His Sin.
“Each strike for God only made me moan for the devil.”BARON’s POVMidnight.It had been a whole day of pretending that I hadn't been chained and degraded within every inch of my life just last night. A whole day of pretending that I wasn't still thinking about it. About him. His rough calloused hands that held stories and scars I wanted to know, pumping my length. His dark eyes stared up at me as I threatened to break apart under his touch. Those same mocking eyes that taunted me while he took every inch of me like a prayer.Salvation.Like I was salvation. His salvation. But I knew that wasn't his plan. He wanted to break me. And I hated how easily my body betrayed the years of teaching and control I had mastered before taking in my father's footsteps.I had attended the morning mass with his words echoing in my headㅡ “God won't save you tonight.”God help me because I wasn't sure I wanted to be saved.Now, I stood here in the empty church, my heart thudding in my chest as I stared
Forgive Me: Marked By The Priest 08: Blood and Confessions.
"Forgive me, Father, for I long to escape this holy sanctuary and lose myself in the chaos of his embrace.”Baron’s POVEzreal’s footsteps faded into the dark, his mocking smirk burned into my mind, and still the chains held me fast against the willow.My wrists ached, rubbed raw by the cold bite of iron against my skin, and my knees trembled, spread helplessly beneath my robe. I should have screamed, but my throat was wrecked, hoarse from gasps and broken pleas he had stolen from me.I stared at my reflection in the water’s surface and almost didn’t recognize the man staring back.The High Priest.God’s servant.Bound like a sinner in the dark, cock still hard, lips swollen from the kiss of the man I had betrayed fifteen years ago.I pulled against the cuffs. They clanged, loud and merciless, a cruel echo of the humiliation I just faced. The bark dug into my back as I struggled, but the harder I fought, the more it reminded me of him. Of his hand fisting my hair. Of his mouth forci
Forgive Me: Marked By The Priest 07: Midnight Chains.
“You cast me away each time I draw near, yet your eyes flutter when I turn to leave...and your throat whimper in a desperate need to call out my name.”Ezreal’s POVThe lake was still, its black waters swallowing the moonlight whole. I leaned against the old willow at the edge, the chains in my hand clinking softly with every idle swing.I wondered if he’d come.Part of me hoped he wouldn’t. That would have made things simpler. A refusal meant I could write him off as a coward and snuff out the gnawing obsession that had gripped me since I walked back into his church.But the other part of me—the part that wanted him trembling, torn between faith and desire—hoped he’d drag himself here. Hoped he’d betray himself again.And then he appeared.Baron.His white robes looked almost spectral in the night, brushing against the grass as he moved closer, lantern light flickering in his hand. He paused when he saw me, and in that hesitation, I saw it all—fear, guilt, and something darker glimm
Forgive Me: Marked By The Priest 06: The Altar of Sin.
"Your touch is a sacrilege, and I long to defile every holy command.”Baron’s POVThe incense was still heavy in the air, curling like restless spirits above the altar. I stood with the chalice in my hands, repeating the liturgy with steady breath, though my heart faltered with every word. The congregation was full today with mothers in pressed gowns, children fidgeting in the pews wanting to run round and play, men crossing themselves with pious precision. And all eyes were on me. All ears tuned to listen to my voice.And yet, all I could hear was him.The memory of water dragging me under, of his lips crushing mine, of his hand forcing shame from me, it clung like a disease. My body still remembered the humiliation, the heat, the fire that should not exist inside a man of God. I prayed, I begged, I drowned myself in scripture, but nothing had washed him out of me. Not yet.I lifted the Host into the air. “Behold the Lamb of God, behold Him who takes away the sins of the world. B
Forgive Me: Marked By The Priest 05: His Soul Is Mine To Collect.
“You try to chastise me, but your voice falters as your heart races; there lies a wicked thrill beneath your piety.” Ezreal’s Pov The ride back to the mansion was quiet, too quiet for the storm clawing inside my chest. The city lights passed in a blur, the neon lights zooming against tinted windows, but I barely registered them. My fingers drummed against my knee, restless, impatient, as if some invisible itch gnawed at my bones. Baron’s face haunted me. His trembling lips beneath mine, the fire in his eyes, the way his body betrayed him even as he begged for me to stop. Pathetic. Weak. Fragile. And yet I couldn’t shake the taste of him. “Boss.” Vincent’s voice snapped me from my thoughts. He sat across from me in the limousine, posture crisp as always, sharp eyes studying me like a hawk. I tilted my head, raising a brow. “You’ve been staring at me for way too long, Vincent. Spit it out before I cut your tongue.” He didn’t flinch. “You’re distracted,” he said simply, his
Forgive Me: Marked By The Priest 04: The Devil In My Church.
"In the shadow of the altar, sin looked a lot like salvation.” Baron’s Pov “Baron.” His voice cut through the silence, my name had never sounded so dangerous, so alive with threat. I swallowed, trying to pray, trying to recite anything that might ground me, but my mind betrayed me. I could still see him, the boy in the fields, trembling in my embrace, innocent lips pressed against mine beneath the moonlight. That Ezreal was gone. This Ezreal… this man, this predator, was something else entirely. “Look at me.” His hand shot out, gripping my chin and forcing my eyes to meet his. His green gaze was cold, feral, hungry, and I couldn’t look away. I shivered. He smiled. “You remember the last time, don’t you?” he whispered, leaning close enough that I felt the heat of his breath on my ear. I moaned, caught in memory, caught in him, trapped in the coil of shame and desire. My body betrayed me even as my mind screamed for salvation. He pushed me back lightly, but it was enough
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