Lahat ng Kabanata ng Forgive Me: Marked By The Priest: Kabanata 161 - Kabanata 170

Once I'd tried to kill the part of me that wants you.It didn’t die–it screamed your name and resurrected itself twice as hungry.EZREAL’S POVI looked at Baron and knew, truly, that there was no escaping this anymore. Not the truth. Not him. I couldn't hide it forever. And it was finally time to tell him. Just so he wouldn't feel like I was keeping him away from everything again. There was a way he held himself when he wanted answers. Still. Watchful. Not demanding, not pleading, just present. It was the same posture he’d used in confessionals for decades, the same one that made men unravel without realizing they were doing it. I had built empires on strategy and silence, but Baron had always been my one weakness. I exhaled slowly. “Come with me,” I said. “We’ll talk upstairs. It's safer and quieter there.”He didn’t argue. That, more than anything, told me how deep this had already gone. We moved through the halls in silence, past stone and shadow and history that had been soaked

MALRICK’S POV The knock came precisely when I expected it. I didn’t look up from my desk. “Enter.” The door opened with the careful restraint of a man who knew better than to intrude without permission. Landon stepped inside, hands folded, posture rigid, devotion carved into bone. “It’s done, Malrick,” he said. “I called Baron. He’ll come to the chapel to clear out his desk.” At that, I finally lifted my gaze. “And?” I asked mildly. “Did you tell everyone that your son is fucking a man, Landon?” My eyes didn't leave his and I saw the moment he froze. Landon hesitated. Just a fraction. “No. I didn’t spread it. I just told the church that he had stepped down because of some health issues and that once he was better, he would take over. For now, I'll take over again.” I leaned back in my chair, fingers entwined. “Why didn't you tell them the truth?” I asked again and he looked at me like I was stupid for asking that question. That earned him a deadly glare and he looked away.

MALRICK’S POVThe words hit me like a blade to the throat. I hadn't told Lucien about it because I didn't trust him. I knew that whatever partnership we had was just a myth and that he would toss me aside the minute he wanted to. His eyes burned with so much anger that it did something to me. I decided to play dumb. Maybe he'd believe that there was no ritual. “What ritual?” I croaked out, forcing a laugh I didn’t feel. “You’re imagining things, Lucien. You always do.”Lucien didn’t smile. He stood there, close enough that I could smell the faint trace of smoke and metal that always clung to him, the scent of a man who lived on the edge of violence and thrived there. His eyes searched my face, not for truth, but for weakness. “Think carefully before you lie to me, Malrick. The Order of Thorn doesn’t do things rashly,” he said quietly. “It plans. It prepares. And it does not act without witnesses. That was the exact reason you fucking came to me. You already had a plan. You just nee

If you vanish, I will follow your echo.If your echo dies, I will follow the memory of its ghost.I don’t stop.Not for time. Not for fate. Not for death.EZREAL’S POVThe line went dead.For a moment, none of us moved… The office felt smaller, like the walls had leaned in to listen and decided they didn’t like what they’d heard. Baron was still on my lap, his body warm and real, his fingers slowly unknotting where they’d dug into my wrist. Vincent stared at the phone as if Malrick might crawl out of it. Then Vincent exhaled. A long, shaky breath he’d clearly been holding for too long. “He didn’t touch him,” Vincent said quietly. Not relief alone, disbelief threaded through it too.“No,” I replied. My voice was steady, even if something cold had settled in my chest. “Because Aiden never gave him the chance. And because he's waiting for the right time.”Baron tilted his head up, searching my face. “Is Aiden out?”Vincent checked the tracker on his phone, then nodded. “He’s leaving the

You think my devotion is dangerous?It is.It’s the kind that turns mountains to gravel just to make a path back to you.EZREAL'S POV Baron didn't move at first, he stared at the dildo again and again and when he finally tore his eyes away from it and met my eyes, I knew every crude thought that “Yes, Ez. I…I love it.” He moaned out and I smiled against his neck. “What did you imagine when you saw it, Baron? I want your words.” “I–I imagined you fucking me with that dildo, spreading my ass cheeks wide and making sure I feel every inch of it. It looks so fucking good, Ez…” he croaked out and I smirked.My hand reached from behind and gripped his neck, turning his face so he could look at me. “That's not all you want, Baron. Tell me everything. All your deepest, darkest desires.” He gulped, his eyes never leaving mine. “I–I thought about how it would feel to have your dick inside me with all those piercings. Not the toy, you. It'll feel so fucking amazing.” He choked out, his eyes f