Semua Bab Crave: A Collection Of Wicked Desires: Bab 71 - Bab 80

They warned me about him.Said he was possessed. Said no priest had lasted more than an hour alone with the boy before begging to be replaced. But they sent me anyway. Because I was young. Clean. A rising flame in God’s house. Maybe they thought I’d be strong enough to withstand whatever evil had sunk its claws into him.They didn’t tell me he’d look like that.The door creaked as I stepped inside the chapel basement. Cold air kissed my skin beneath the robes, the kind of damp that sunk into your bones. Candlelight flickered in the stone chamber, casting long, dancing shadows across the floor. And in the center—chained, shirtless, barefoot—was him.He was crouched like an animal, knees drawn up, dark hair sticking to his temples. His chest rose and fell with slow, deliberate breaths. Not like someone afraid. Like someone waiting.I swallowed. My palms were damp inside my sleeves.“I am Father Marcellus,” I announced, though my voice sounded thinner than it should have. “I’ve been sent

I noticed him immediately. Lean and jittery, a waiter moving through the crowded lounge with the nervous energy of someone trying too hard to disappear. His hands trembled slightly as he balanced a tray, eyes flicking nervously to the tables. Nothing about him screamed danger. Just… desperate.But when I caught the subtle slip of his fingers toward my jacket pocket, a slow, dangerous smile touched my lips. Most people panic or freeze when caught. This one? Didn’t even realize it yet.I reached out, grabbing his wrist with a grip that didn’t just stop him, it crushed, tight enough to make him wince. His eyes shot up, wide and terrified, darting around as if searching for a way out. The crowd moved around us, oblivious, but I held him firm.“Careful,” I said coldly, voice low enough only for him. “You’re playing a dangerous game.”His breath hitched. He swallowed visibly, eyes flicking wildly. I tightened my grip, watching the way his slim arm trembled beneath my fingers.Fear bubbled u

The clock ticked louder than her conscience.“Miss Vance,” Mr. Callahan snapped, steel in his voice. “If the story you’re writing is more important than my lecture, maybe you’d like to share it with the class.”She didn’t even flinch. Leaning back in her chair like she paid rent on it, she blew a gum bubble and let it pop. Loud. Obnoxious. Perfectly timed.“No, sir,” she said sweetly, but her eyes sparkled—wicked, challenging. She always did this. Showed up with that skirt just a little too short, those thighs crossed just so, lips glossy like a dare. She was a brat, and she knew it. And worse, she knew exactly what she was doing to him.He could feel the way the rest of the class stilled. They weren’t breathing. Not while Mr. Callahan’s jaw tightened and his gaze pinned her like a knife through silk.“You’ll stay after,” he said, low and final. “Detention.”“Ooh. Scary,” she purred under her breath, flipping a page in her notebook like she hadn’t just baited the wrong man on the wron

They bound her wrists in thick leather and led her barefoot through the clearing, the sharp bite of night air licking at her thighs as the crowd fell into reverent silence. Torch flames danced high, forming a tight circle around the stone altar, their crackle the only sound as she was dragged forward—shivering, trembling, soaked in fear.She’d been chosen. The virgin offering. And there was no mercy in their eyes.He stepped from the trees.Towering, bare, soaked in sweat and streaked with dark ritual paint, he moved like he owned the earth beneath his feet. Each slow, deliberate stride made the ground feel smaller, the space tighter, and her body more fragile beneath the weight of his gaze. His cock hung heavy between his thighs, thick and hardening with every breath she took.He didn’t look at the others. Didn’t nod, didn’t speak to the pack that had gathered to watch. His eyes were locked on her. Just her.He stopped in front of her, tilting his head like a predator sizing up his p

She couldn’t breathe through the fullness.Her belly ached, stretched tight from the weight of his cum, every breath a shallow gasp as her body struggled to contain what he’d forced into her—again. His knot pulsed inside her, keeping her locked in place, sealing her up like his body didn’t want to let go, didn’t want to risk a single drop slipping out of her.Her thighs trembled, twitching with each little clench of her still-aching pussy, slick and ruined and so, so wet. There was no fight left in her limbs. Just heat and ache and that deep, drugging throb between her legs where he stayed buried, cock thick, hard.He hadn’t moved in minutes.Just held her in his lap, arms wrapped around her waist like he needed to feel every tremble, every broken little breath, every heartbeat rattling through her chest.“You feel it?” he murmured, voice thick and low, rough against her skin. “How heavy you are now?”She blinked slowly, vision glassy. “Too much,” she whispered.He smiled against her