Todos los capítulos de THE PASTOR'S SON'S DIRTY LITTLE SECRECT : Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Chapter 52– LESSON NUMBER ONEI jerked back so fast my head hit the bookshelf behind me.“No. Absolutely not,” I snapped, voice sharper than I meant. My heart slammed against my ribs like it wanted out. “Fake date you? Are you out of your fucking mind?”Aaron didn’t move. He stayed right there, one hand braced beside my head, eyes locked on mine with that lazy, dangerous confidence that made my stomach twist. His body heat rolled over me in waves. Too close. Way too close.“Come on, Leon,” he said, voice low and smooth. “It’s for the better. Think about it. You get protection from Sonia. No more tripping in the courtyard. No more whispers behind your back. You get seen. Actually seen. And I get my grades up so my dad doesn’t ship me off to Switzerland. Win-win.”I laughed, but it came out shaky and bitter. “Win-win? For who? You get a free tutor and a fake boyfriend to play with. I get to lie to everyone and risk everything blowing up in my face.”Aaron’s gaze dropped to my mouth for

Chapter 53– THE KISSThey kissed.It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t gentle. Aaron’s mouth claimed his with raw hunger, tilting Leon’s head back against the bookshelf as his lips moved hard and sure. Leon’s breath hitched. His hands flew up, gripping Aaron’s shirt, unsure whether to push him away or pull him closer. Heat exploded through his chest, racing down his spine, pooling low in his stomach.Wow… Do I… like him?The thought slammed into Leon like a freight train. His eyes snapped open. He tore his mouth away, gasping.No. He’s your nemesis. Remember that.Leon shook his head sharply, trying to clear the fog. His lips tingled. His pulse thundered in his ears.Aaron pulled back just enough to look down at him, eyes dark and satisfied. A slow, dangerous smirk tugged at his mouth.“Not bad, tutor boy,” Aaron murmured, voice low and rough. “That was really convincing. You kissed me back like you meant it.”Leon’s chest heaved. He glared up at him, trying to ignore how flushed he felt, how hi

CHAPTER 55– FEVEREDHe was wanking himself, but it wasn’t working.Leon’s hand moved faster, slick with water and frustration. His cock stayed achingly hard, throbbing angrily in his fist, leaking clear fluid that mixed with the cooling shower spray. No matter how tightly he squeezed or how quickly he stroked, the edge refused to arrive. He leaned his forehead harder against the cool tile wall, breath ragged and uneven, eyes squeezed shut so tightly that white spots danced behind his eyelids.Why? Why isn’t this enough?Aaron’s face refused to leave him alone. That smug, confident smirk. The way he had pinned Leon against the bookshelf in the library like he owned the space between them. The ghost of his finger brushing Leon’s lower lip. The low, velvet whisper about the fake dating arrangement that still echoed in his ears like a dangerous promise.Leon growled under his breath, stroking harder, almost punishing his own body. “Fuck you,” he muttered to the empty shower stall, his voi

CHAPTER 57– TALKING STAGELeon’s thumb hovered over the reply button for what felt like an eternity, the glow of the phone screen the only light in the stuffy attic. His body was still humming from the reluctant video he’d just sent—cheeks flushed, hole aching faintly from the second round with the dildo, and a thin sheen of fresh sweat cooling on his skin thanks to the fever. The anonymous user’s last message sat there like a dare: Good little mouse. This is just the beginning. Sleep well. Tomorrow we play for real.He shouldn’t reply. Every instinct told him to ignore it, to power off the phone and bury his head under the pillow until morning. But the stack of unread messages loomed, and the threats about his family and the scholarship kept his fingers moving despite the tremor in them. He typed something short, testing the waters without giving too much away.Leon: What do you want from me?The response came almost immediately, the typing indicator popping up like the person had be

CHAPTER 59– OLDER MEN… YEAHAaron’s POVThe warehouse pulsed with life, the bass from the DJ booth vibrating through the concrete floor and up into my chest like a second heartbeat. Masks everywhere—elaborate Venetian styles with feathers and gold filigree, simple black dominos, even a few full-face horrors that added an edge to the anonymity. Lights strobed in deep reds and purples, cutting through the haze of dry ice and perfume. The no-phone rule had been enforced strictly at the door, turning the entire night into a pressure cooker of unknown faces and unchecked desires. Exactly how I liked it.I leaned against a metal railing on the upper level, whiskey in hand, watching the crowd below. The party had hit that perfect sweet spot—enough fun without tipping into total chaos. People were laughing, dancing, grinding against strangers they’d never recognize in daylight. A girl in a lace mask spun past a group of guys, her laughter bright and uninhibited. In the corner, two masked figu