All Chapters of Twisted Ecstasy : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I cannot erase the memories from my mind.No matter what I do, she is there. When I try to pray, I feel her tongue instead. When I walk the halls, my cock throbs because I keep remembering how she tasted. Everything fails. Every attempt to distract myself collapses.The other priests prepare to leave for the sick visits. Father Bernard looks at me and asks, “Are you joining us today?”I shake my head. “I am not feeling well.”It is not a lie. My body feels drained. Weak. Like something is pulling the life out of me. I know it is her doing. But I do not care. I would die for another taste of her.They leave. The rectory falls silent. I am alone with this aching need.I try to fight it. I drink cold water. I press my palms into my eyes until I see stars. Nothing works.I lock myself in my room. My hands shake as I sit down. I pull my cassock up and take my cock out. It is already wet at the tip. I wrap my hand around it and start stroking.“Lilith…” I whisper.I move slowly at first, th

Viktor finally returns after what feels like an eternity.I’m still chained to the cross, arms strained, ass plugged. Every second I waited, I got wetter, thinking about what he has in store.Setting down a black bag, he studies me. He doesn’t speak. Just stares, studying the project he’s working on—me.He unhooks me from the cross. My arms go wobbly. Before I can even straighten myself, he grabs my hair and drags me to the padded bench.“Face down,” he orders.I bend over it. He straps my wrists tightly, then spreads my legs wide and locks my ankles in place. My hips are raised high.He rolls up his sleeves slowly. My gaze fixes on his forearms. Fuck. The veins are thick and prominent, standing out under his rich skin. They’re very choke-worthy.I drool as my thoughts spiral straight to the monster hidden in his pants. If his hands look like that, how veiny and thick would it be? Get a hold of yourself, Katya. No need to act like a desperate slut.But I can’t help it. Viktor notices

The sky is turning soft pink when Marcus wakes me.“Beach. Now, baby girl. Leave the dress here.”I follow them down the wooden steps completely naked, arms wrapped around my chest, heart hammering. The private cove is empty, but the open sand and rising light make me feel terrifyingly exposed. They spread a large towel near the water’s edge.Marcus points at it. “Lie on your back. Legs spread wide. Show us that pretty pussy we teased all night.”I hesitate, cheeks burning. “It is so open out here. Someone could walk by any minute. I am scared.”Jake smirks. “That is what makes it fun. Now do it, or we will spread you ourselves.”I lie down slowly, thighs trembling as I open my legs. The cool morning air hits my already wet folds. All three of them stare openly at my exposed pussy.Marcus kneels between my thighs first. He spreads me wider with his big hands and blows warm air directly on my clit. I flinch and try to close my legs, but Tyler and Jake each hold one knee down.“Look ho

Men are truly dogs.I sit at the bar with a glass of whiskey in my hand, the liquid burning its way down my throat. The bar is half-empty, the kind of place where broken people go to disappear. I came here to disappear too. To forget the image of my husband, balls-deep in my best friend, on our matrimonial bed. The same friend who used to roll her eyes and call him boring every time we hung out. The same friend I trusted with my secrets, my fears, my life. I gave that man everything. I stayed loyal even when he stopped touching me. I cooked his favorite meals after long days. I supported his dreams when they cost me my own. I loved him so much it consumed me. And he repaid me by fucking someone who pretended to hate him.The anger in my chest is fierce, but the sadness is worse. I signal the bartender for another shot. My eyes are red. I feel stupid. Used. Worthless. How could I have been so blind? I replay every moment in my head — the late nights he said he was working, the sudden d

The knock on the door nearly makes me jump out of my skin.Lucien and I both go still.For a brief, suspended second, neither of us moves an inch. The air in the office feels abruptly compressed, as though the space itself has become aware of what it just interrupted. Whatever fragile equilibrium existed between us fractures, leaving something tense and exposed behind.Lucien remains too close. Close enough that I can trace the faint gold flecks in his amber eyes without meaning to, close enough that my body reacts before thought can intervene. The imprint of his touch lingers against my cheek with an insistence I cannot quite dismiss.Another knock follows.More forceful.“Professor Hale?”A woman’s voice breaks through whatever hold the previous moment had over me.I react instantly, shoving Lucien back with enough force to surprise myself more than him. He shifts a step, more from the abruptness than any real impact, his eyebrows lifting as he regards me with quiet amusement.Refus