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Forgive Me: Marked By The Priest 167: THE LEASH.
If loving you costs my sanity, then let madness crown me…as long as you’re the throne I kneel before.EZREAL’S POVBaron was warm on my lap, his weight familiar, grounding… intentional. I’d pulled him there the moment Vincent stepped into the office, my hand firm at his waist when Baron instinctively tried to rise.“Stay,” I murmured against his shoulder, desperate to touch him and he didn't argue. He just lowered his body back to mine and kissed me softly. “Is this good?” He asked and I nodded, breathing his scent in. My cock was already rock solid and when he noticed, he moved, grounding his hips softly against the raging hardness, and I let out a low moan, totally forgetting that Vincent was there. He moved again, this time pressing in deeper, my cock lined perfectly between his cheeks through the silk pants he wore, provoking a broken groan out of me.My lips moved and I kissed his neck. “This is more than good. Stop moving too much or I'll fuck you against the table. I don't car
Forgive Me: Marked By The Priest 166: JUST A PAWN.
MALRICK’S POVThe words hit me like a blade to the throat. I hadn't told Lucien about it because I didn't trust him. I knew that whatever partnership we had was just a myth and that he would toss me aside the minute he wanted to. His eyes burned with so much anger that it did something to me. I decided to play dumb. Maybe he'd believe that there was no ritual. “What ritual?” I croaked out, forcing a laugh I didn’t feel. “You’re imagining things, Lucien. You always do.”Lucien didn’t smile. He stood there, close enough that I could smell the faint trace of smoke and metal that always clung to him, the scent of a man who lived on the edge of violence and thrived there. His eyes searched my face, not for truth, but for weakness. “Think carefully before you lie to me, Malrick. The Order of Thorn doesn’t do things rashly,” he said quietly. “It plans. It prepares. And it does not act without witnesses. That was the exact reason you fucking came to me. You already had a plan. You just nee
Forgive Me: Marked By The Priest 165: LET'S SHARE.
MALRICK’S POVLucien didn’t look away as he entered. I didn't care. I got off letting people watch me being in control. Lucien’s eyes raked over Ashley's body, his face unwavering. That alone told me everything. He shut the door behind him with deliberate calm, his gaze flicking once, to the girl kneeling at my feet then back to me. There was no shock in his expression. No discomfort. Only assessment.“You didn't tell me you'd be visiting today, Lucien. I'm busy.” I told him flatly, hissing when Ashley's mouth swallowed my cock. My eyes closed for just a fraction and when I opened them, Lucien was already sitting on an empty chair. “I came here to discuss. This isn't a surprise.” He jerked his head to her. “Is she new?” He asked and I nodded with a grin.“Fucked her myself and I can tell you, she’s a keeper. Not exactly what I want but she'll do. Do you want a taste?” I asked him and he stared at me with a smirk.“Is she clean?” He asked and I nodded. Then, my eyes met Ashley's. “Be
Forgive Me: Marked By The Priest 164: A BEAST WEARING A CROWN.
MALRICK’S POV The knock came precisely when I expected it. I didn’t look up from my desk. “Enter.” The door opened with the careful restraint of a man who knew better than to intrude without permission. Landon stepped inside, hands folded, posture rigid, devotion carved into bone. “It’s done, Malrick,” he said. “I called Baron. He’ll come to the chapel to clear out his desk.” At that, I finally lifted my gaze. “And?” I asked mildly. “Did you tell everyone that your son is fucking a man, Landon?” My eyes didn't leave his and I saw the moment he froze. Landon hesitated. Just a fraction. “No. I didn’t spread it. I just told the church that he had stepped down because of some health issues and that once he was better, he would take over. For now, I'll take over again.” I leaned back in my chair, fingers entwined. “Why didn't you tell them the truth?” I asked again and he looked at me like I was stupid for asking that question. That earned him a deadly glare and he looked away. “
Forgive Me: Marked By The Priest 163: DISOWNED.
Every breath without you tastes like dust. I’m convinced even death would feel kinder than living in your absence.EZREAL’S POVThe memory faded, leaving only the weight of it behind. “This fight,” I said softly, back in the present, “we will win. Because I’m not reacting anymore. I’m placing my pieces exactly where they need to be.”I straightened. “I’ll use every connection I have. Every favor. Every shadow. I’ll wage war on the Order of Thorn, on Lucien, on the Black Dogs–on anyone who stands in our way.”Baron stepped closer. “Then I’m with you,” he said. “Every step of the way, Ezreal. I promise you. I'll never leave you here.”Relief hit me harder than any victory ever had. Then his expression shifted. It was serious now and very protective. “When Aiden goes to Malrick,” he said, “I need you to make sure he’s safe. I'm asking as a request, Ez. He's still young. It's bad enough that his father was crazy. He doesn't deserve any of this at all.”“I know and I will,” I said without
Forgive Me: Marked By The Priest 162: MY LIFE. MY ALL.
Once I'd tried to kill the part of me that wants you.It didn’t die–it screamed your name and resurrected itself twice as hungry.EZREAL’S POVI looked at Baron and knew, truly, that there was no escaping this anymore. Not the truth. Not him. I couldn't hide it forever. And it was finally time to tell him. Just so he wouldn't feel like I was keeping him away from everything again. There was a way he held himself when he wanted answers. Still. Watchful. Not demanding, not pleading, just present. It was the same posture he’d used in confessionals for decades, the same one that made men unravel without realizing they were doing it. I had built empires on strategy and silence, but Baron had always been my one weakness. I exhaled slowly. “Come with me,” I said. “We’ll talk upstairs. It's safer and quieter there.”He didn’t argue. That, more than anything, told me how deep this had already gone. We moved through the halls in silence, past stone and shadow and history that had been soaked
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