All Chapters of Forgive Me: Marked By The Priest: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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11: Craving The Devil.

“With every grip of my hand on the pulpit, I sense my heart waging war against the desires you ignite.”BARON'S POV The morning after was worse than the night before.I didn’t know what I had been expectingㅡa miracle from the heavens that would cleanse my soul as I thrashed in bed, my length straining against my robes each time I thought about what happened? A soothing touch that would ease the pain I felt from the welts on my back?Nothing happened.I was plagued by vivid dreams and memoriesㅡof him. The hard feel of his hands around me. The dark glimmer in his eyes each time he raised the leather whip at me.Lord…Now, I stood at the pulpit for the morning mass, my fingers trembling as I held up the chalice, speaking words that sounded foreign to me now. “Blessed are the pure of heart and those who have kept the Lord's commandments…” I choked on the line, my throat raw as if it already knew that I was lying.I wasn’t pure of heart. Believe it or not, I couldn’t stop thinking about t

12: Breaking Him In Bits.

"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

13: The Devil’s Bargain.

"The moment our eyes locked, heaven fell, and the real game began.”Baron’s POVThe candles had nearly burned to stubs. Their wax dripped like pale blood over the brass holders, and the shadows they cast stretched across the church walls like silent accusers. I sat at the altar long past midnight, hands clasped, whispering a prayer that refused to quiet the storm in my chest.But the doors opened anyway.The heavy groan of the hinges echoed down the aisle, and I knew before I looked who it was. His presence filled the silence like a curse.Ezreal.My breath caught before I even saw his face. A day had passed since I last heard from him, and in that silence I had convinced myself he wouldn’t return. Or perhaps I had hoped. The emptiness had been almost bearable, like a wound half-healed, and now it tore open anew at the sound of his footsteps.He didn’t rush. His steps were deliberate, boots striking the polished floor with a rhythm that sounded too much like judgment. I gripped t

14: Ashes for Ashes.

“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

15: The Cracks In The Mask.

"With every whisper of my prayer, I hear the echo of my desires begging for release.”Baron’s POVThe once warm water was cold now, but I stayed in the bath anyway. My skin was raw from all the scrubbing, the soap lather long gone, yet I dragged the cloth across my flesh again and again, as if I could strip away the memory pressed into it.Ezreal’s voice still lingered in my ears, low and merciless: “On your knees… your body belongs to me.”"Kiss my cock—""Your submission."I sank lower in the tub, letting the water lap at my chin. “God,” I whispered into the silence, “have mercy. Wash me clean.”But no matter how many times I whispered it, I still felt the dirt on me. Not on my body through—no, I had washed that until the skin stung—but deep inside.Desire.That was the stain I couldn’t scrub away.I wanted to be saved, but even as the words left my lips I knew I wasn’t ready. Because salvation meant release, and I wasn’t ready to let go. I wanted him. I wanted the one I should n

16: Betrayal Has A Grave.

"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

17: Whispers In The Garden.

“He will drag me down with him, and together we'll rewrite paradise in ash.”Baron’s POVMorning came with no peace.I woke with that same gnawing in my chest, the same unease that had stalked me all night.Even in my sleep, he had haunted me.His words wouldn’t leave my head. His order to meet him at the warehouse—it lingered like a shadow pressing against my heart. I should have been strong, steadfast, anchored in prayer, but all I felt was… confused.So I knelt by my bedside, my rosary beads tangled between my fingers, as I whispered prayers from the book of Psalms;“The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? The Lord is the stronghold of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?”Yet even as I recited it, fear coiled deeper inside me. It wasn't the fear of Ezreal’s threats alone, but of myself. Of what I might do if I obeyed him. Of what I might crave if I saw him again.I bathed, dressed, forced bread down my throat, but nothing stilled the turmoil. By the time the b

18: Blood In The Confessional.

“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

19: Shackled In Sin.

"Forgive me, Father, for I question my faith every time he draws near, his very presence a temptation I cannot resist.”Baron’s POVI woke up to the sound of footsteps. My head throbbed, my throat felt dry, and for a moment, I could not remember where I was. The ceiling above me was unfamiliar, rough stone, nothing like the polished wooden beams of the church. A heavy scent of smoke and something metallic, blood perhaps, lingered in the air.Then memory struck me like a blade: Elias. His gasp. His terrified eyes. His body falling to the ground. The gunshot.I sat up quickly, heart hammering, but the room around me offered no comfort whatsoever. It was bare, dimly lit, the kind of place no man of God should ever find himself. Chains clinked faintly at the far wall, though they weren’t binding me… at least, not yet.“What have you done, Ezreal?” I whispered under my breath. The image of Elias’s lifeless body wouldn’t leave my head. His small frame, so full of life and questions, b

20: Beauty Fury.

"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

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