All Chapters of Forgive Me: Marked By The Priest: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

"I see the hunger you swallow; it rises every time my fingers hover over what you pretend isn’t mine."BARON'S POV “Fuck—look at you, Baron. You love sucking on my dick, don't you? You love it when I fuck your throat with my dick? Look at you taking it like a fucking slut. Fuckkkkkk.” I moaned to answer him, watching him throw his head back. His hands gripped my hair painfully hard and I moaned. My dick was hard, straining against my pants. I reached down and unclasped my belt, and freed my aching cock. It was already dripping with precum. When I stroked it, I moaned, taking Ezreal's dick deeper into my throat. Ezreal’s grip tightened in my hair—hard, almost punishing—but not enough to pull me away. His breath trembled above me, each exhale hot and uneven, like he was fighting himself… fighting the urge to lose control completely.“Baron…” My name came out rough, strained, like it was dragged from the center of his chest.I took him deeper, letting my tongue slide slow along the un

MALRICK’S POV The sound on the phone shouldn’t have shaken me. But it did. I wasn't gay, not in the slightest as I loved my women but when I set eyes on Baron, even as a child, I wanted him. Baron’s voice—ragged, breathless, helpless—poured through the speaker and flooded the office like smoke. Every broken moan, every choked gasp, every trembling plea crawled under my skin. I stood beside Landon, jaw locked, but the low, raw sound of the boy coming apart made heat shoot through my veins like poison. My dick was swollen in my pants. Thank God for the suit, but I doubt Landon would mind if I fucked his son. He would do anything for power. And I wanted to. But that bastard, Ezreal got to have him first. Baron didn’t even know what he did to people. To me. Landon froze, his knuckles whitening around the phone. He looked like someone had stabbed him in the gut. I looked like I felt nothing—because that was the only thing that kept me sane. But my body betrayed me. My dick presse

"Your breath stutters, and suddenly your denial tastes like an invitation."EZREAL’S POVBaron was still asleep when I came back into the room.The blanket had slid down to his waist, exposing everything, his chest rising and falling in soft, steady breaths, the marks I’d left on his neck and collarbone, the faint outline of bruises blooming on his hips where I’d held him too tight. His dick was barely visible but I could trail it with my eyes.I didn’t cover him.I just stood there, leaning against the doorframe, smirking like an idiot.He looked wrecked. He looked like mine. I stepped toward the bed, slow, deliberate. Every part of me wanted to touch him—his stomach, his throat, his thighs—but something in me stopped.He needed rest.I hated that I cared about that.With a muted curse, I slid onto the bed behind him and lay there, watching the rise and fall of his back. I wasn’t touching him… but I could feel the heat of his body like a hand curled around my spine.Sending him bac

"I gave my soul to the storm of your passionate love, knowing that nothing can break what is forever intertwined."BARON'S POV I looked at our reflection in the mirror and saw that he was looking at me. Then, I stood and took his hands. He didn't ask what I was doing, just followed me as I led him to the bed where he sat and I straddled him.His hands came to rest on my hips as he squeezed and a throaty moan escaped my lips. His eyes didn't leave me. He watched every reaction, every emotion and I made sure the fact that I love him was etched on my face. My hands reached between us and I stroked both our dicks at the same time. He closed his eyes, biting his lower lip as I watched him. His dick grew harder under my touch and mine brushed against his. We both jolted at the sensations. I leaned in and kissed him softly. One peck at a time. I didn't want to rush him. He has said he was obsessed with me. I wouldn't force him to move faster. I'd wait. Just like I was doing now. Ezreal’s

"My soul echoes with the heartbeat of his affection, anyone who dares to silence it will find themselves forever lost."BARON’S POVThree days passed in a strange, fragile calm—if calm was even the right word for living under Ezreal’s watch. I spent most of those days in his room, not because he told me to, but because being anywhere else made my chest tighten. His scent clung to the sheets, to the pillows, to the clothes he sometimes tossed carelessly across the room. Maybe I was becoming dependent. Maybe that scared me.Ezreal usually trained me. I have gotten pretty good at shooting now. And somehow, it gave me a sense of pleasure which was later replaced by guilt. I shouldn't be holding a weapon. I was a priest. Or was I?I sat cross‑legged on his bed, scrolling absently through my phone. The screen blurred a little—I wasn’t really reading anything. My mind kept drifting to the way Ezreal looked at me lately. Like he wanted to shield me from the whole world… and tear it apart