Beginning…

Chapter One. Mia pov. The ride from the city to San Malerio was long and bumpy, but I didn't mind much. I was just glad to be getting away. My phone buzzed a few times in my pocket during the trip, but I ignored it. I wasn’t in the mood to talk to anyone—not after everything that happened to me. Getting cheated by my boyfriend because I refused to let him have my virginity. When the car finally pulled up in front of Grandma's house, I felt this weird mix of relief and nerves. The place was huge, almost intimidating. A little too quiet, too still. Not like the noisy city I’d left behind. "Here we are, ma'am," the driver said as he stepped out of the car.I followed him, stretching my legs. He walked to the back and opened the trunk, then started hauling my suitcases out like they weighed nothing. "Hope you can manage the rest from here.""Yes, sir. I’ve got it. Thank you," I said quickly, grabbing one of the bags. I hated people fussing over me.He nodded and got back in

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One Out Of Many..

Warning...This chapter contains explicit content, graphic sexual scenes, and dark psychological themes. Reader discretion is strongly advised.– Thorne's POV. “Fuck... fuck… fuck me harder, Reverend... please...”Her voice cracked as she cried out again, clawing at the wooden table like she was about to tear it apart. Her ass was up, back arched, her whole body trembling under me as I drove into her without mercy. My cock was buried so deep inside her pussy I could feel her walls choking me, clenching like her body couldn’t decide whether to push me out or beg me deeper.I grunted, teeth gritted, sweat dripping from my jaw as I pinned her down harder. “You want to cum that bad, huh?” I growled against her ear. “You crying now? You think that’ll make me let you?”She sobbed loud, desperate, wild. It wasn’t tears of pain. No, it was the kind of cry that came from the gut. A woman who couldn’t hold in the mess I made of her anymore.“I want to fucking cum,” she begged. “I....please, Rev

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A Mystery Wrapped ..

Thorne’s POV. The Next DayThe morning sunlight creeping through the stained glass windows didn’t feel holy—it burned. Like judgment. Like God Himself was watching and keeping count.But I knew better.God stopped watching me a long time ago.I sat in the wooden chair behind my desk, shirt still half-buttoned, collar open. My hands rested on the arms of the chair like a king overseeing his own ruin.The church was quiet now. Clean. Holy.Just how they liked it.They had no idea what this altar had seen. What these pews had heard. What my office had swallowed whole.San Malerio. A quiet town on the edge of the Italian countryside. Small. Closed off. Old souls and young married bodies with nowhere else to pour their boredom but into the arms of God—or into the hands of the man they thought spoke for Him.Me.They called me Father Thorne Maddox. Reverend. Shepherd. Servant of the Word.But I was far from holy.I’d been transferred here a few months ago—on paper, it was a promotion. A gi

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That Lamb…

Mia's POV. “Gosh… this whole place is damn dusty. What the hell,” I muttered under my breath, wiping the shelves behind the altar.I guess no one ever bothers with this area.The whole church was quiet. I was humming softly as I cleaned, lost in my own world—until I heard footsteps.Soft, slow… but getting closer.I froze. Who the hell was that?Trying to step down from the tall chair I had used to reach the upper shelf, the damn thing suddenly wobbled under me. “Oh shit...!”I didn’t hit the ground.I fell into someone.Into a pair of strong arms.A firm, wide chest.His scent was crisp and clean and expensive. His shirt was soft against my skin, and for a second, I forgot I was supposed to move away.Then I looked up.It was The Reverend Father.His hands had caught me so carefully—so close to my breasts, but not quite touching. His eyes were dark, gentle… and way too attractive for a man of God.“Hey,” he said, voice low and calm.I froze again. God, even his voice was soft like v

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Confessions…

Mia’s POV I stood in front of the small wooden mirror in my room, staring at my reflection like it might offer answers. The dress I picked wasn’t exactly church-appropriate, not by grandma’s standards at least. It was soft brown, hugged my waist a bit, stopped just at the knees. Nothing scandalous… but not exactly plain either. I tugged the neckline higher, then let it drop back into place. My hair was pulled back lazily, a few strands falling out. I looked... different. Not like the girl who just got her heart broken. Not like the girl who came to this town looking for peace. “Get a grip, Mia,” I muttered to myself, still staring. “It’s just a church. Just a man. Just confession.” But Thorne didn’t feel like just anything. I blew out a breath and grabbed my small bag before heading to the kitchen. The smell hit first...rich, spicy, warm. Something was already simmering on the stove. Grandma stood with her back to me, stirring like she was in no rush. “Um… what are y

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All Chapters of The Reverend And His Plaything : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Beginning…

One Out Of Many..

A Mystery Wrapped ..

That Lamb…

Confessions…