Semua Bab FORBIDDEN DESIRES : Bab 91 - Bab 100

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction intended for adult audiences. It explores themes of religious taboo, power dynamics, and forbidden romance. It is not intended to reflect real-world religious practices or figures. All characters involved in romantic or sexual situations are consenting adults.✴️✴️The wooden pew was digging into Sienna's back.Saint Jude's smelled like wax and cold stone and something old she couldn't name. She hated this place. She hated the silence that wasn't actually silence, just fifty people breathing and pretending to be holy.Her mother's lips moved. Always moving, always praying. The rosary clicked between her fingers in that rhythm Sienna had been listening to her whole life.She stared at the floor instead and counted the seconds.Then the new priest walked in.She heard him before she saw him. His footsteps were slow and heavy in a way Father Miller's never were. Father Miller shuffled. This man walked like he owned the floor under him.When she

✴️✴️ “Would you like to confess your sins Father? Or would you rather commit a few more of them?" Adrian went still. His jaw locked. His eyes dropped to her mouth and stayed there. Her fingers were knotted in the front of his cassock. *Run,* the back of her mind said. *You pushed too far. Get out.* She didn't move. He grabbed her face and kissed her hard. She kissed him back just as hard and tasted coffee with something darker under it. His mouth was desperate in a way that had nothing to do with Sunday mornings or blessings or anything holy. He pulled back just enough to breathe. His forehead pressed to hers. "Is this what you wanted?" His thumb pressed into her cheek. "To see me like this." "Yes," she said. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her through the nave. She stumbled after him past the dying candles and the empty pews and the altar she had dreamed about last night. He shoved the sacristy door open, pulled her inside and turned the lock. The click ech

"We're trapped," Mila whispered, the reality of the situation washing over her. "We're stuck here until morning when the day shift security team manually resets the system from the outside." "It appears so," Roman replied smoothly, showing absolutely no signs of panic. He walked back into his private office, setting his phone on the desk so the light reflected off the ceiling, providing a soft, warm glow to the room. He took off his suit jacket, draping it perfectly over the back of his chair, leaving him in just his white shirt and trousers. Mila stood in the doorway, clutching her bag like a shield. The professional boundaries that usually kept them safely apart felt incredibly flimsy now. They were entirely alone in a massive, dark skyscraper, completely cut off from the rest of the world. Roman loosened his silk tie, pulling it down a few inches and unbuttoning the top two buttons of his shirt. The sudden glimpse of his throat and chest made Mila's breath hitch. He l

✴️✴️The single word hung between them, heavy and unfinished, swallowed by the choking shadows of the office.Mila stared up at him, her heart hammering against her ribs for an entirely different reason now. The thick, dizzying heat curling through her veins suddenly tangled with a sharp, cold thread of fear. Roman was still buried deep inside her, his body stiff, hot, and heavy, but his movements had ground to a painful, sudden halt. He looked down at her, his jaw locked so tight the muscles in his neck strained against his collar. His dark eyes were warring with a sudden, choking conflict that terrified her."But you what, Roman?" she whispered. Her voice trembled, the sound small and vulnerable in the vast, quiet room.He didn't answer right away. Instead, his large hands gripped her hips even tighter, his fingers sinking into her flesh, anchoring her to the edge of the hard desk as if he feared she might vanish into thin air if he let go. He closed his eyes, a low, pained gro

✴️✴️Mila stood frozen. Her eyes traveled from his face down to the floor.There, sitting amidst the scattered and stained restructuring files, was the mangled piece of her smartphone.The screen was completely cracked all over with shattered glass, and the metal frame was bent at a violent angle from where his heavy boots had repeatedly crushed it.Looking at the dead device, a wave of reality crashed over her, mixing with the lingering heat in her veins. Her stomach dropped. Her fingers went cold around the lapels of his vest.She pouted her lips, a sudden surge of bold frustration replacing her initial panic. Her jaw tightened. She bit the inside of her cheek and forced herself to breathe. She looked up at him, crossing her arms over his vest."You already destroyed my phone because you were jealous," Mila said, her voice dropping into a breathless, challenging pout. "Does that mean I'm getting a new one?"Roman paused, his suit jacket slung over one broad shoulder.His gray eyes