Semua Bab Forgive Me: Marked By The Priest: Bab 11 - Bab 20

"Your prayers will haunt me, but I’ll make you crave the darkness we share.”EZREAL’S POVThe night was heavy with the stench of oil and sweat. From where I stood, I had a clear view of Santiago's men hauling crates containing weapons from the ship to the shed where they would distribute them around.They were careless, laughing and occasionally swigging from bottles, some even dropping boxes and kicking them along the wooden bridge.These were the men Santiago had in his empire? Truly pathetic. They were men who let their guards down too easily.I lit a cigarette and leaned against the railing as I watched them with a blank expression on my face.Vincent crouched beside me. “Boss, we've taken care of those who were watching the perimeter, so no one can interrupt,” he murmured, his eyes scanning the warehouse. “We’ve counted twelve down the docks. Do we move?”Twelve men. Including the one with the clipboard, ticking things off the notepad as the others brushed past him.I exhaled sm

“I’ll drag you into my chaos, and together, we’ll rewrite our fates in blood and fire.”Ezreal’s POVI left the church with the satisfying taste of victory clinging to my tongue. The image of Baron kneeling before me burned so vividly in my mind. I could still see his trembling hands clutching the beads, and hear the crack in his voice as he forced the words, “You have my submission.” from his lips.That was all I wanted. To stain him. To drag him into the mud with me and watch his soul claw for air as his precious faith drowned inch by inch.And oh, he had broken so beautifully.The cool night air wrapped around me as I stepped into the streets. A thin fog clung to the cobblestones, curling low like the ghosts of the condemned. It was fitting. Tonight, everything just felt right.I lit a cigarette and drew in the smoke, letting the bitterness burn through my lungs. Baron’s face hovered in my mind’s eye—eyes wet with shame, lips pressed against my cock, torn between disgust and

"Heaven may be a promise, but I prefer the thrill of Hell.” EZREAL’S POV The door to Baron’s office creaked shut behind me, and for a moment the silence of the church pressed down. The scent of incense clung faintly to my clothes, and the echo of my own footsteps sounded too loud in the cavernous hall. When I stepped outside, the night air slapped cool against my skin. That was when I saw them—a woman and a boy lingering at the foot of the steps, whispering urgently to each other. Their heads bent close, like they were sharing some forbidden secret. The moment their eyes lifted and caught mine, their expressions shifted. First shock—like they had seen a ghost. Then confusion, knitted brows, lips parting as if to ask questions they couldn’t yet form. I should have kept walking. And I almost did. But the boy stepped forward, blocking my path. He was young, maybe in his late teens. His gaze lingered on me with something sharper than curiosity—recognition. I caught it in the way his

“Your desperate attempts to remain pure only deepen my desire to drag you into the chaos we both crave.”EZREAL’S POVVincent’s voice was a steady hum beside me as the car rolled through the night streets. The dashboard light painted his face in pale blue, but his eyes flickered with unease.“Boss…” he began, his tone cautious, “your action toward Lucian, dismissing him like that, it’s already stirring up trouble.” I didn't respond, but he went on still.“The men are whispering. Most of them did not like Rodrigo’s decision and Lucian has loyalists, a lot more than you think. They don’t all fear you yet. They don’t all respect you either. You might be the Don, but you’re not the one everyone accepts.”I let my fingers drum against the window, staring out at the passing streetlamps. “Respect,” I said finally, my voice low and even. “Respect fades. Respect is a leash they’ll use to strangle you one day. But you see fear…” My lips curled. “Fear doesn’t fade. Fear is non-negotiable. Fear

"I’ve never believed in religion, but the way you kneel makes me question everything."EZREAL’S POVBaron’s lips were still wet from the last time I forced him on me.And now, I wanted more.The stubborn little priest thought he could resist me, thought his righteous silence and trembling hands were enough to preserve whatever faith he still clung to. But the moment his lips wrapped around me, I saw the truth in him. I felt it.He wasn’t resisting as much as before. He was breaking.I leaned back in the chair, one hand tangled in his soft blond hair, guiding him where I wanted. His mouth was hot, velvet-soft, the perfect mix of sinful and unwilling. He gagged when I pushed deeper, the sound vibrating down my length and pulling a growl from me.“Relax, Father,” I murmured, my voice low, teasing. “God… your mouth feels so fucking good.”He made a muffled sound, half a protest, half a moan, and I smirked. He hated this, hated how his body betrayed him. His lashes fluttered against