The Unholy Confession

STORY TITLE (1): Breaking My Vows for Him

The phone rang on the nightstand. I turned to look, and my stomach dropped.

Mom’s name lit up the screen.

I didn’t have time to panic. Kyle was between my legs, his mouth making me forget how to breathe. His tongue moved in slow, perfect circles, and my body responded instantly.

Everything I was supposed to be: pure, devoted, days away from taking my vows, vanished the second he touched me. We were holed up in some cheap motel out of town. Kyle had brought me here about an hour ago, and since then he had been working me open, trying too hard to stretch my tight, wet hole.

I fumbled for the phone… and answered.

“Mirabel? Sweetheart? Are you okay?” Mom’s voice crackled through. She sounded worried. “You haven’t called. Sister Agnes says you’ve been distant. What’s going on?”

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. Kyle’s hands held me still. His stubble scraped my thighs, and a soft moan escaped before I could stop it.

I slapped my hand over my mouth. "Oh God. Did she hear that?"

“Mirabel?” Her tone sharpened. “What was that? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” I managed to say, my voice was shaking. Kyle’s tongue moved faster, hitting that spot that made me want to cry out. “Just… tired. Long day.”

Kyle looked up, his lips were wet with my juices, and his gray eyes sparkled.

“Tired?” he whispered. “Liar.”

His fingers slid between my legs. I jerked. My body was acting on its own.

I still held the phone. Still tried to pretend I wasn’t completely falling apart.

“Stop,” I whispered, smacking his shoulder. But it was weak. Useless.

Because I didn’t really want him to stop.

“You don’t sound fine,” Mom said. “You missed prayers. Twice. Are you... are you having doubts?”

Doubts.

Yeah. Maybe I was.

I shut my eyes and tried to picture the chapel. The candles. The silence. But all I could feel was Kyle’s fingers slipping inside me. My back arched.

“I’m okay, Mom,” I whispered, just as his tongue hit that perfect spot again.

“I just… need a little time.”

“Time?” Mom snapped. “Mirabel, your vows are in days. This is your life. You can’t just throw it all away.”

Kyle chuckled low. I felt the vibration between my legs more than I heard it.

“God’s not here,” he muttered, his tongue dragging along my dripping entrance. “Just me. And this sweet little pu$sy.”

His fingers curled inside me, and I gasped. My hips lifted off the bed.

“Mirabel!” Mom’s voice was panicked now. “Where are you?!”

“I’m at a retreat,” I blurted out, barely able to form a sentence. “It’s noisy. I have to go–”

“You’re not with a boy, are you?” she demanded. “You made a vow... if you break it–”

“She’s about to come so hard she forgets her name,” Kyle muttered, snatching the phone from my hand and hanging up.

He tossed it aside and moved over me.

“No more distractions.”

His weight pressed into me, it was warm and solid. His face was inches from mine. I could smell the whiskey on his breath.

“That was my mom,” I said, but my hands were already on him. Gripping and pulling as I felt his muscles flex.

“Fu¢k your mom,” he said. “And fμck the convent.”

He brushed my hair back and leaned in, his lips grazing mine but he didn't kiss me. His hand slid between us and I gasped when his fingers found my pμ$sy again.

“You’re mine tonight,” he said. “You’re dripping. Tell me you don’t want my c0ck.”

I should have pushed him away. Run back to the convent. Beg God to forgive me.

But my body didn’t care. I was shaking. Aching, and desperate to get his c0ck buried deep inside me.

“It’s wrong,” I whispered.

“Wrong?” He grinned, grinding his hard c0ck against my leg. “Feels pretty damn right to me.”

He grabbed my wrist and pinned it above my head. Then his other hand pushed up the tank top I stole from his duffel. My breasts spilled out, and his thumb flicked my nipple.

I moaned, unable to stop it.

“Look at you,” he said, his voice was low. “All shy and trembling. But you’re not a nun yet.”

He leaned closer, his breath was warm on my cheek.

“Let’s make sure you never want to be.”

Then his voice dropped into a growl.

“You’re my filthy little angel tonight. So go ahead… confess your sins to Daddy.”

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TO BE CONTINUED…

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Author's Note:

Hey everyone, thanks for checking out my story! I've been so excited to share Mirabel's journey with you all. I've always been fascinated by stories about forbidden love and impossible choices, and this one has been a blast to write.

Mirabel has a lot on her plate, and it’s only going to get crazier from here. What would you do in her shoes? I can't wait to hear your thoughts and see you in the comments. Happy reading!