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Gone By Morning
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2026-09-09 20:43:31
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Sacred Obsession: For the priest who ruined me Gone By Morning
Chapter 7: Elias POV I was already dressed when my mother’s knuckles touched the door.The knock came at the same hour it always did on Mass mornings—firm, precise, not more than three knocks expecting obedience. I stood in front of the mirror with my collar buttoned and my hair still damp from the shower I had taken before dawn. My room smelled of soap and polished wood. Downstairs, my father moved with his usual Sunday rituals. Nobody downstairs knew that I had watched a man die. I looked like the deacon’s son again. The performance was back in place.“Elias,” my mother said through the door. “Time for…”“I’m ready.” I didn't let her finish the sentence.My voice sounded normal. That frightened me more than shaking would have.I had woken from thin, broken sleep with the gunshot still in my ears and the taste of last night still on my skin. The first thing I noticed, standing under the cold water, was not grief for Father Corbin. It was the absence of it. I waited for guilt to arr
Sacred Obsession: For the priest who ruined me Am I a Monster?
Chapter 6: Elias POV I left the east wing with the gunshot still ringing in my ears.My legs felt unsteady both from intense pleasure and fear. My clothes clung to my skin. Every step put more distance between me and the room where Father Corbin lay on the floor without light in his eyes and Cassian stood over him with a calm no priest should have possessed. The corridor seemed longer than it had when he carried me the other way.My birthday night had become something I could not yet name.For a short time I had everything I had wanted since the day he first looked at me too long. The East wing had always been restricted at night, to anyone other than Cassian but Father Corbin had smiled with ugly satisfaction, and the man I loved picked up a gun and ended a life in front of me.Maybe it was because of Father Corbin’s threats to expose us. Maybe Cassian had killed him because he believed there was no other way to protect us.Fear sat cold and sharp under my ribs. I had watched
Sacred Obsession: For the priest who ruined me The Cost
Chapter 5: Cassian's POV The door stood open.Cool air from the corridor spilled into the private quarters, carrying the faint smell of incense and old stone. Father Corbin stood just inside the threshold, one hand still on the latch. His eyes moved slowly from the tangled cassock on the floor to the bed, to Elias half-hidden behind me, to the clear evidence of everything that had happened here. For a moment the only sound was the thin chorus of crickets outside. And his face contouring into different shades of expression.I shifted further in front of Elias, instinct pulling my body between him and the doorway. My hand was already close to the gun still tangled in the black fabric.Corbin’s mouth curved first with surprise, then with something that looked like a smug smile.“Well well,” he said softly. “This is unexpected.”I kept my voice low. “Close the door.”He did not move. His gaze lingered on Elias with open contempt before returning to me. There was something almost bri
Sacred Obsession: For the priest who ruined me Aftermath
Chapter 4: Cassian's POV I collapsed over him, drained in a way that went deeper than muscle.Elias had taken everything out of me—the years of restraint, the careful walls, the constant watchfulness. My body felt heavy and loose at the same time. The release left a strange lightness across my shoulders, as if a weight I had carried for years had finally shifted. The feeling was intoxicating. Dangerous. I already knew I would want it again, and the knowledge settled in my chest like a second, unsteady heartbeat.I rolled onto my side and gathered him against me, one arm under his shoulders, the other across his waist. His skin was warm and damp against mine. The private quarters were quiet around us. The room was small and sparsely furnished: a narrow bed with a plain wooden headboard worn smooth by years of use, a reading table scarred by the pressure of pens and elbows, a single wardrobe in the corner, and a crucifix on the opposite wall that I had not looked at once since ca
Sacred Obsession: For the priest who ruined me The Breaking
Chapter 3: Cassian's POV He stepped into the church smelling of rain and wine, and something in my chest pulled tight.Elias Voss. Twenty-two. Lean and gracefully built, pale skin flushed from the ride and the alcohol. Soft black hair darkened by rain, droplets still sliding down the sharp line of his cheekbone. Dark expressive eyes that had never learned how to hide what they wanted. The damp shirt clung to his shoulders and chest, outlining the narrow cut of his waist. Even from the altar I could see the way the wet fabric stuck to him. He looked painfully attractive, and the fact that I noticed it with such clarity only made the weight under my ribs heavier.I had spent four years avoiding this exact moment.When he asked for confession, there was pain in his voice—quiet, stripped, almost pleading. I swallowed and told him it was late. The refusal was automatic, the same careful wall I had built for years. But tonight the wall felt thin. The nightmares had returned—my fath
Sacred Obsession: For the priest who ruined me The Last Attempt
Chapter 2: Elias POV “Come here.” The moment I heard these two words, I moved toward him with precision so my steps didn't falter.The alcohol in my blood made my limbs feel light, almost disconnected from the rest of me, but I needed it. Without the wine the fear would have been louder than the need. Without it I might have turned around at the door and ridden home in the rain like a coward. I had already made the decision in the quiet of my parents’ house while the last guests were still laughing in the front room. After tonight, if he still sent me away, I would let go. I would bury every memory of Father Cassian Riven.He was the most beautiful man in the state. I had heard the women and girls say it often enough after Mass, their voices low and admiring as they watched him walk back toward the rectory. Such a waste, they would murmur behind their hands. A face like that locked behind a collar. If he weren’t a priest… Some of them were bolder when they thought no one import
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