LOGINMILAI saw it.The way his shoulders stiffened when our fingers brushed. The way his breath hitched when I leaned closer.He tried to hide it, but he couldn’t.And God, it thrilled me.I leaned back slightly, letting the silence stretch, pretending to focus on the steam curling from his bowl while my mind screamed with satisfaction. He’d messaged me first. He’d come here, to my house. I didn’t have to do anything… this time he’d crossed the line all on his own.That was enough proof. Enough to show Sandra I’d done it. The bet was mine.The car was mine.So why did I feel… empty?I should’ve stopped here. I should’ve texted Sandra right now with a smug “Told you so” and ended it all. But something in me didn’t want to.I tried to convince myself this was still about the game. About winning, about proving something, but deep down, I knew better.Somewhere between the teasing, the stares, something had changed.I wasn’t just making a priest fall for me.I was falling too.I looked at h
FATHER ADRIANThe moment I hit send, regret slammed into me like a punch to the chest.What the hell was I doing?I stared at the glowing screen, her name sitting there above the message I should never have written. My pulse pounded so hard I could hear it in my ears. For a second, I thought about deleting it… unsending it, pretending it never happened. But it was too late.She’d seen it. I knew she had.I ran a hand over my face, exhaling shakily. God, forgive me. I shouldn’t have done this. I shouldn’t even be thinking about it.But I couldn’t help it.Every word she’d said earlier kept replaying in my head… her voice trembling, the way she’d said you told me to stay away, but you didn’t mean it.She was right.And that terrified me.I paced the length of my room, still in my clerical shirt from earlier, the collar suddenly feeling too tight.I wasn’t going to her because I wanted to.That’s what I told myself.I was going because I needed to end this. To tell her face-to-face that
MILA“I shouldn’t have done that,” he said finally. “But I couldn’t help it.”“Then maybe,” I said softly, “you shouldn’t fight it.”The words slipped out before I could stop them. He looked at me sharply, as if he wasn’t sure he’d heard me right. His expression hardened for a second but it didn’t last. Not when I kept looking at him the way I was.“Mila,” he said, his voice a low warning. “Don’t…”“Don’t what?” I cut in. “Be honest? Feel something?”He flinched.“You think I don’t know this is wrong?” I said, my voice shaking a little now. “That I don’t wake up every day trying to convince myself to stay away from here? I do. But I can’t. And maybe you can’t either.”He turned away from me, running a hand through his hair, exhaling like the weight of every word I said was pressing down on him.“This isn’t about what we want,” he said, quieter this time. “It’s about what’s right.”“Then why does it feel so wrong to ignore it?” I asked.He didn’t answer.For a long, unbearable moment,
MILAI woke up the next morning with one thought pounding through my head… it was time to get serious.No more guessing. No more stumbling into situations I couldn’t control. If I was going to finish this, I had to do it right.The sunlight streamed through my window, but I barely noticed it. My mind was already racing as I threw open my wardrobe and started going through clothes, one after another- a floral dress, too soft; a fitted top, too obvious; jeans, too casual.Nothing felt right.I caught my reflection in the mirror and sighed. “You’ve been doing the same thing over and over,” I muttered. “Same look, same timing, same everything.”And that’s when it hit me.I needed to change the rhythm.Going in during service had been predictable — expected, even. But what if I came after? When the church was quiet, and he was alone?My lips curved slowly. That was better. Perfect, even.He wouldn’t be surrounded by people then. It would be just the two of us.And if I told him I needed t
MILAMy hand drifted down without my permission, slipping under the waistband of my shorts. I shouldn't. I really shouldn't. But my fingers found my soaked pussy anyway, sliding through the slick folds. I was drenched, my clit swollen and begging for attention. I circled it slowly, biting my lip to muffle a moan as the fantasy deepened.He'd strip me bare, I bet… yank off my T-shirt and shorts, exposing my naked body to his gaze. His eyes would darken with that forbidden lust, raking over my curves, my hard nipples, the way my thighs parted instinctively for him.“Mila,” he'd growl, his voice low and gravelly, nothing like the calm tone he used in sermons. Then he'd drop to his knees between my legs, spreading me wide, and bury his face in my pussy.I gasped aloud, my fingers plunging inside myself now, two at once, mimicking the thrust I craved. He'd lick me there, his tongue flat and broad against my clit, sucking it into his mouth while his fingers fucked me deep. I'd buck against
MILABy the time I got back to my apartment, I was exhausted… not physically, but mentally.Seeing him on campus had thrown me off completely. I’d spent the entire walk home replaying that moment again and again, trying to convince myself it didn’t mean anything. He didn’t even speak to me. He was just there for official reasons. That was all.But deep down, I knew better.The way our eyes met… it wasn’t nothing.I changed into a loose T-shirt and shorts, tied my hair up, and sat on the couch, pretending to scroll through my phone. Anything to distract myself. I even tried watching a random movie, but I couldn’t focus for more than a few minutes.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him again.I groaned and buried my face in a pillow. “Get it together, Mila,” I muttered.My phone buzzed.I ignored it at first, assuming it was Sandra ready to tease me again. But when it buzzed a second time, I picked it up from the table beside me.Unknown Number: You shouldn’t have been on campus today.







