All Chapters of Forgive Me: Marked By The Priest: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

"His essence flows through my veins; think not you can plunder what is richly cultivated between our souls.”BARON’S POVThe night air bit cold against my skin as I stepped out of the car. The gravel crunched beneath my shoes, the echo sharp against the silence that seemed to shroud the church grounds.My father was already waiting at the entrance, his hands clasped behind his back, his face lit by the golden glow of the lanterns. He looked like a statue carved out of righteousness —serene, untouchable, suffocating.“Baron,” he said, voice low but firm, the kind of tone that demanded obedience before reason. “You’ve been neglecting your duties. That's not how I taught you.”I scoffed quietly. “Neglecting?” My voice came out rougher than I intended. “I’m still here, Father. I preach. I pray. I do everything that’s expected of me.”His expression didn’t change. “You know exactly what I mean. There are eyes watching you. Whispers. You disappear for days, you come back… changed. Where do

"Claiming ownership over my spirit, he writes our love story; dare to edit it, and you will erase your place within it.”BARON’S POVThe drive to Saint Orlan’s was quiet. Too quiet. The kind that filled every corner of the car and pressed against my chest until it was hard to breathe.Father sat beside me, staring out the window, the passing lights painting sharp shadows across his face. He looked like a man carved from stone—still, cold, unreachable.We’d been on the road for almost an hour when the hotel came into view. A massive structure of marble and glass, its tall spires reaching toward the gray sky like spears. Gold letters gleamed at the entrance: SAINT ORLAN’S HOTEL. The irony wasn’t lost on me.Faith, they called it. But everything about this place smelled like money and sin.I shot another quick text to Ezreal: We’re here. Saint Orlan’s. The summit begins soon.No reply.A pulse of unease crawled up my spine. I shoved the phone back into my pocket and stepped out of the c

"You ache for holy redemption, yet even your prayers can’t drown out the want thrumming between us.”EZREAL'S POV My smirk widened as he pulled against his restraints and I let go of his dick. He groaned at the absence of my hands and I smiled. “Ez…what…what's going on? Where are we?” He asked, his voice laced with want and fear. I gripped his chin and forced his head to look at me. “My playroom, Baron. You've been a very bad boy. Sitting there while that bastard flirted with you. Even though you know more than anyone that your body belongs to me. Nobody gets to talk or touch you, Baron. No one. And yet, that bastard was making advances.”His eyes widened with curiosity. “How… How did you know? You weren't even there.” When my grin got wider, his brain clicked.“I didn't need to be there. I have eyes and ears everywhere.” I replied, stroking my dick as he watched me for a while before he averted his eyes. He was still pretending like he didn't want me. I'd change that soon enough

"With every refusal, I can sense my walls crumbling, my deepest desires clawing to break free from their chains.”BARON'S POVWhen I opened my eyes, I felt pain around my body. I was so sore. I squinted my eyes at the light as I felt a warm sensation on my dick. When I forced myself to look down, Ezreal was between my legs, sucking on my dick as I let out a groan. “Oh my God, Ez…” He looked up at me with a smirk and continued sucking, stroking himself as he did. One hand gripped his cock, and the other fingered my aching heat. I still felt sore from earlier when he had fucked me with that huge dildo and then his cock. He had stretched me out and I fucking loved it. I tried to grab his hair but my hands were restrained. I looked like a crucified saint. Ezreal had bound my hands to the headrest. Same with my legs. When his tongue sucked my balls, I hissed at the contact. He looked up and I could see the evil glint in his eyes. “You like being touched there, don't you, Baron?” I nodd

"Within the realm of his love, I am anchored; trying to shake me loose would only cast you into the depths of despair.”EZREAL'S POV “Ez—please….” His voice cracked as he sobbed into the sheets. I spanked him hard and he moaned despite himself. He was mine. He owed me and I was collecting. My thrusts were erratic, filled with anger and pain. Anger because he thought I actually cared about those people and pain—pain because no matter how hard I told myself that I didn't remember what I felt for him, I still did. And I hated it. I spanked him again and again, watching him moan and writhe in my arms. I pushed down and brought his face up with his neck. Saliva coated his lips as I fucked him. He was fucking drooling. I licked the saliva up and then kissed him hard on the lips. He groaned into my mouth. With all his crying and begging, I didn't say anything. Just showed him how it felt to go against me. My dick angled and hit his prostrate and he screamed in my mouth but I didn't let