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Everything We Do Is A Sin…

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Thorne.

I cut across the shadowed lawn toward the back garden, footsteps quick and quiet on the damp grass.

The air had cooled, carrying the faint scent of roses and freshly turned earth from the new construction.

Every nerve in me pulled forward—Mia was there. I knew it the way I knew my own pulse. She’d wait, stubborn and aching, just like I’d told her to.

I should’ve been more careful. Should’ve lingered in the hall until Mary returned to the sisters’ quarters, until the last car crunched
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  • The Reverend And His Plaything    Meeting Him…

    Mia. Hours dragged like they were punishing me. I must’ve fallen asleep on the floor, curled against the door, my phone still clutched in my hand. When I jerked awake, my eyes were swollen, cheeks stiff with dried tears. The room was dark except for the thin slice of moonlight cutting across the floorboards.No missed calls. No texts. Nothing.Why hasn’t he called?Worry chewed through my chest until I couldn’t breathe. I scrambled up, grabbed the small duffel bag from under my bed, and shoved in whatever clothes my hands touched—jeans, a hoodie, two pairs of panties. I didn’t care if they matched. I just needed to get to him.I dialed his number again. Straight to voicemail. My stomach twisted harder.I didn’t bother changing out of the oversized clothe.Bare feet, messy hair, swollen eyes—I looked like a mess, but I didn’t give a damn. It was almost nine. I had to see him tonight.I crept downstairs. The house was quiet except for the soft clink of plates. Grandma wa

  • The Reverend And His Plaything    What I Want…

    Mia.My mother had completely lost her mind.She stood there in Grandma’s living room like some righteous storm.Her eyes wild, voice rising and falling in ugly waves. How dare she? She had no right to dictate my life—who I could love, who I could fuck, what I could keep growing inside me. This baby wasn’t hers to erase. And Thorne… God, Thorne wasn’t hers to dismiss like some dirty secret.He’d left earlier at Grandma’s quiet request, giving us space to “think.” But Mom hadn’t stopped. She kept circling back to the same poison, whispering it into Grandma’s ear until the old woman finally snapped.“Rose, stop this nonsense!” Grandma’s voice cracked through the room, sharp and tired. “You can’t keep pushing that. You’re only making everything messier than it already is.”“That’s exactly my point, Mom,” Rose shot back, leaning closer, desperate. “The only clean way out is if Mia gets rid of it. One quick flight back to London, a simple procedure, and none of this ever happened.

  • The Reverend And His Plaything    A Dirty Situation.

    Thorne. Rose’s eyes bored into me like she wanted to peel my skin off. Grandma Voss just sat there, frozen in shock, mouth slightly open as if the world had cracked beneath her feet.I knew this would gut them. Their priest—the town’s confessor, the steady voice that had absolved their sins for years—had been the one balls-deep in their daughter, their granddaughter. Fucking her raw, night after night. Spilling inside her until I’d planted my child in her belly. They still believed she was untouched. They had no clue I’d ruined her completely—stretched her virgin pussy around my cock, marked every inch of her, made her drip and beg and cum undone until she was mine in every filthy way.“Grandma…” Mia tried again, voice soft, stepping closer like she could stop the old woman from crumbling.“I don’t understand,” Rose whispered, then exploded to her feet. “You’re telling me mydaughter is pregnant… and you’re the one who did it?”I rose too, but she jabbed a hand out. “Stay the

  • The Reverend And His Plaything    The Reverend’s Confession…

    Mia.“Where the hell did you go to, huh!?” Mom’s voice sliced through my skull like a banshee the second she stepped through the door of the kitchen.Thorne had dropped me off a few minutes away from the house, just like we’d agreed, close enough to walk the rest of the way without anyone seeing his car.I hadn’t really been listening to him on the drive back.My mind was still spinning, stuck on the hospital, the test results, the wayGrandma’s hand had trembled when she touched my forehead, the way Mom’s questions had kept circling like vultures.I went straight to the kitchen to grab some fruit, my appetite had been shot for days, but I needed something in my stomach before I passed out.I was peeling an orange when Mom stormed in behind me.I turned slowly, rubbing my hand through my still-damp hair.“I went out,” I said, keeping my voice as level as I could manage. “I told you, I needed to think, okay?”“What did you need to think about?” she yelled, stepping closer. “About the g

  • The Reverend And His Plaything    One Disaster…

    Thorne.And God, I wanted her.Craved her in every way possible.Despite the whole fucked-up mess we were both drowning in, despite the storm of consequences waiting to crash down on us tomorrow, despite the collar still hanging in my wardrobe like a silent accusation, none of it mattered right now.All that mattered was her body against mine, warm and trembling, the way her scent wrapped around me like a drug I would never quit.I scooped her up before she could protest, arms under her thighs and back, lifting her like she weighed nothing.She let out a startled gasp, hands flying to my shoulders for balance.“God, Thorne, not now! Please!” she said, half laughing and half pleading as I carried her the few steps to the bed.“What are you thinking?” I asked in a low voice as I laid her down gently on the mattress.I slid in behind her immediately, wrapping one arm around her waist to pull her flush against my chest. The other slipped under her head so it rested on my bicep like a pi

  • The Reverend And His Plaything    A Fucking New Purpose…

    Thorne.What was I going to say?I had always known what to say in difficult situations. Very difficult situations. Couples would come to me when the wife didn’t want another child while the husband longed for one, or even many. I would sit with them in the small counseling room, listen to their pain, their anger, their fear, and offer words that felt solid, words drawn from Scripture and years of hearing broken hearts. I could speak with calm certainty about sacrifice, about timing, about trusting God’s plan even when it hurt. But those were other people’s lives. Not mine.I was a priest meant to abstain from sex. Meant to commit every waking moment to God, to the Church, to the people who looked to me for guidance. And right now I stood in my own room with no words forming, no ready scripture, no practiced counsel. Mia stood in front of me, clutching the bottle of Scotch she had taken from my hand, the other wiping tears that kept falling no matter how fast she bru

  • The Reverend And His Plaything    The Priest Cannot Love…

    Thorne.I saw her the second she stepped through the church gates—sundress clinging from the walk, cheeks flushed, hair a little wild around her shoulders. She was carrying one of her Grandma’s baskets like a good girl, smiling at the old ladies, but her eyes kept scanning. Searching. For me.An

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  • The Reverend And His Plaything    She Was My One Sin…

    Thorne. I stood there, frozen just inside the door, staring at her as her words hung in the air like smoke from a dying candle.“This isn’t about sex anymore,” she said, voice cracking at the edges, eyes glassy but fierce. “I swear I know it deep down. It’s not sex. It’s more than that.”The room

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  • The Reverend And His Plaything    The Beautiful Nun…

    Mia.One thing I absolutely despise about these Saturday church trips with Grandma? She refuses anything faster than her own two feet. No cab, no rideshare, not even the bus if it means spending a single extra coin. “The Lord gave us legs for a reason,” she’ll say, like it’s profound wisdom inste

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  • The Reverend And His Plaything    The Day Keeps Getting Better…

    Mia. The day crawled by in a haze of lectures and note-taking that I barely registered. Every class felt endless; I kept shifting in my seat, thighs pressing tight together to ease the insistent ache Thorne had left behind. The slickness hadn’t let up—warm, shameless evidence of him that made me

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