LOGINForbidden romance, age gap, religious guilt, obsessive/possessive MMC, manipulation, stalking tendencies, explicit sexual content, emotional trauma, toxic relationships, violence, threats, alcohol abuse, and themes of shame and obsession. ******************************* She almost died the night she met him. Once upon a time, Penelope Green lived for chaos—liquor burning down her throat, flashing club lights, and nights she could barely remember. But after surviving a horrific car accident that should have killed her, she gave her life to God instead. Now twenty-three, Penelope spends her days hidden behind church walls, caring for abandoned children and trying to bury the woman she used to be. Then Dr. Miguel Ramirez returns. Forty-three. Brilliant trauma surgeon, and divorced. Miguel has never believed in salvation. Not after betrayal hollowed him out and left him incapable of love. But the moment he dragged Penelope from the wreckage of her burning car, something inside him snapped. She became his obsession. And Miguel Ramirez always gets what he wants. When fate and manipulation forces Penelope to travel alone with him to Oakridge, temptation begins to unravel every vow she’s made. The longer they stay trapped together beneath the same roof, the harder it becomes to ignore the hunger growing between them. Because Miguel doesn’t touch her like a holy man would. He touches her like sin itself. But forbidden desires come with consequences, and when their secret affair is exposed, Penelope is forced to choose between the life she promised as a nun… and the man willing to destroy everything to keep her.
View MoreMatildaAs my phone captured the tension between Miguel and Penelope, I felt a trickle down my thighs. Despite how much I wanted Miguel, seeing him trust himself into Penelope made me want to touch myself. Miguel laid Penelope on the center of the bed before joining her almost immediately. He was on his knees looking up at Penelope. It made me deeply jealous to see that he was this devoted to Penelope. He was staring at her with such passion. With such want. While still looking up at her, he reached for her hand, pulling it towards his lips. Then he rested her palms against his cheek. He then shifted his focus back to her body. His hands began to slide up her calves as he parted her legs more. Once he gained access to her center, he stroked her thighs with his thumbs, gliding across her center in gentle, careful circles. I was cheesing at the fact that I was freely recording this very damning scene. I was on a heavy streak of things falling in place for me. “You’re so wet,” Miguel
MiguelAs I woke up in the morning in the hotel, the first few thoughts on my mind were about Penelope. I hoped she was okay. The doctors had assured me all she needed was proper rest and she would be back to normal in no time. However, that didn’t stop me from worrying. After making sure Rodney had taken his bath and worn the new clothes I picked up at a nearby store, I headed to the ward Penelope was at. She was still sleeping by the time I got there. Looking as ethereal as ever. I was happy she was looking more vibrant than before. Driving back to Oakridge was painful. It was pure torture. Because the finality of Penelope’s leave finally registered in my head. I may actually never see her again. She was traveling back to New York in the evening. After dropping Rodney at his mom’s friend’s place it was straight home from there. A home that would feel more empty than ever once Penelope leaves.I wanted the journey to last as long as possible. But we got home too fast. Too soon.
PenelopeI was extremely touched by Miguel’s recent streak of care. He had been very insistent that I stay in the hospital overnight to rest. It touched my heart that he was not willing to back down. The next morning, he was already in my room, to check up on me. I was completely fine now. Seeing Miguel so warm and caring made me thirst for him even more. It was like each part of Miguel I learned about, the more I longed for him. The drive back to Oakridge was torturous for me. It had finally dawned on me that I was truly returning back to New York and I would never get a chance to be with Miguel again. All the guilt I had been feeling before deciding to call Mother Superior telling her I wished to return to New York was now turning to regret that I had even ever picked up the phone to call her.I was now wondering if it was still possible for me to cancel the whole thing and tell Mother Superior that I was doing way too much good here to leave now. I was thinking about ways I could
MatildaThe nuns had been assembled by Mother Superior.“Sister Penelope will be returning back to the convent on Sunday evening,” she said, before continuing, “I gathered you all here to inform you of this.” She finished.While a few nuns chatted, she continued, “However,” the nuns stopped their chatter as her voice was incredibly commanding, “I would still be sending another nun to Oakridge as her replacement. Which is why I will be needing someone else fit to go and assist Dr. Ramirez.”I did not hesitate to offer myself as a substitute. The opportunity was a prime one. An opportunity I did not need to waste time seizing. It was my golden ticket to finally being with Miguel. And this time, it was even better because Penelope would not be there to foil my plans any more. “I can go,” I raised my hand, “I can go to Oakridge. I have been there before, so I’m familiar with the terrain. Even the hospital and some of the staff. It makes the most sense for me to go.” I made my case. “Of
•Miguel• “Try this.” I held up the cream-colored blouse, half amused, half annoyed she hadn’t picked it herself. Penelope wrinkled her nose. “That’s something a kindergarten teacher would wear.” I arched a brow. “You work at an orphanage, you teach the children.” “okay, fine.” She snatc
•Penelope • The bell rang three times for afternoon prayer, and I was halfway through shelving the hymns when I headed the footsteps that didn’t seem to belong to any of the children. I stayed facing the shelves. Maybe if I just kept working, whoever it was would go away. But Mother Super
•Miguel • The lounge was wrapped in low lights, and smoked coiled lazy spirals above the tables from cigars. I leaned back into the velvet-lined booth, cradling a glass Lagavulin between my fingers, Damien was holding court to my left, a brunette tucked against his side, her fake laugh
•Penelope•“I said no glue near your mouth, Noah.”I pulled the bottle gently from his hands before he could make a second attempt. The boys at Saint Jude’s Orphanage had a creative streak, which was a polite way of saying they spent most mornings testing how close they could get to trouble before












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