All Chapters of Forgive Me: Marked By The Priest: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

CELESTE’S POVLucien’s mouth crashed onto mine, swallowing my scream, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth like he was claiming territory he already considered his. His hand tightened around my throat—dangerous, possessive, controlling. Not cutting off my air, just reminding me that he was stronger, faster, and more unhinged than any man Ezreal ever commanded.His body pressed me harder against the wall, heat flooding through the thin fabric of my dress. Weeks of starvation made every touch feel like fire. Every breath felt like a threat. Every second with him felt like the kind of sin you couldn’t come back from.“You’re going to get me killed,” I hissed when I managed to break away.He growled—a low, primal sound—his lips dragging from my mouth to my jaw, then to the soft spot beneath my ear.“You walked in here dripping for me,” he snarled. “Don’t pretend this wasn’t exactly what you wanted.”His hands found my hips, dragging me closer, grinding against me deliberately, like he

EZREAL’S POVThe night air blew gently into the room from the open window. Baron lay half-asleep on my chest, breathing slow and heavy, his curls tangled beneath my fingers. My other hand rested lazily on the dip of his waist, the sheet barely covering either of us. The room still smelled like sex—raw, sharp, familiar. It grounded me, soothed the anger that had been brewing under my skin these last few days.Baron shifted, nuzzling closer. I smirked faintly.“Sleep,” I murmured, brushing a thumb over his cheek.He mumbled something incoherent, lips brushing my skin, and I felt my chest warm despite myself. Then—there was a knock on the door. Loud. Urgent. My entire body went rigid. Baron didn’t stir, but that wouldn’t last.I gently lifted his head off my chest and slid out from under him, grabbing my pants from the floor. I yanked them on, moving silently across the room. The knocking came again, harder this time.If they wake him—I opened the door just enough to slip out and then s

MALRICK’S POVSt. Jude’s Chapel always made me feel… calm.Not because of God or redemption or any of that useless shit people whispered about when they crossed themselves and begged for mercy.No.It was the silence. The way the whole building felt like it was holding its breath. Like the walls knew I didn’t come here to pray. I came here to hunt.The corridors were dim, the last mass ended hours ago—and the only working light came from the stained-glass window in the hallway, bleeding red and gold across the polished floors. It painted my hands crimson as I walked, my boots echoing in slow, steady taps.I had an itch tonight. And I wanted Aiden to scratch it. I slid my tongue over my teeth slowly, remembering the last time I’d seen the boy. Wide eyes. Pretty mouth. Too innocent for this world.Too innocent for me.I hadn’t found anything suspicious about him yet—no strange calls, no secret meetings, no clues that he was working with Ezreal. And that irritated me. Because innocence e

“If the universe tore open and swallowed us whole, I would cling to you in the void and call the darkness home.”EZREAL'S POV He didn’t notice me staring at him as his head was bent until he finally glanced up.“What?” he asked, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.“You look happy.”“I am,” he said softly. “Thank you for bringing me.”I didn’t say you’re welcome. I reached across the table instead, grabbing his wrist gently and running my thumb across his pulse point.He shivered. “Ez…”“We should do this more often,” I said. “When this is over. When Lucien and Malrick are no longer breathing. I…I want us to be normal even though none of this—” I gestured between us, “—is normal.” Baron blinked, but he didn’t flinch at the violence in my voice. He never did anymore. It was like he had accepted that I was here. Vincent had made sure to choose a restaurant where no one would recognize Baron. I didn't want him to be seen and then become uncomfortable. But somehow, I felt like h

“Even if you break me again, I’ll crawl back on shattered knees.Loving you is the only religion I answer to.”BARON’S POVI didn’t want to believe it.Someone other than Malrick and Lucien hunting me? Me? I wasn’t important. Ezreal was the one with enemies—old ones, rich ones, powerful ones, silent ones. Men who hated him, feared him, envied him, plotted against him. But me?I was just the boy who’d escaped one prison and stumbled into another one that—ironically—felt like safety. I knew why they were after me though. They must have realized that somehow, they could get to Ezreal through me. The thought scared me. Yet, as Tim shook and stuttered on the pavement, repeating that someone wanted to track me, something sour settled in my stomach. A third enemy. A third hunter. A third shadow. It didn’t feel real. It felt impossible. But then again… my entire life had been one long impossibility.As I stood there, trying not to let panic claw through my ribs, movement caught my eye. A wo