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Father Uriel’s POVThe silence in the confessional was thick with sin and possibility. Tia’s final confession hung in the air like incense— “...even right now, as we speak… I’m still feeling it. I’m horny again. I’m sitting here in the confessional, wet and aching between my legs, and I hate myself so much for it.”My cock stirred hard beneath my cassock. This beautiful, devout young woman had just bared the deepest, most shameful part of her soul to me, and the extreme religious taboo of it all sent a dark, powerful thrill through my veins. I had waited patiently for this moment, for a lost lamb like Tia to fall so perfectly into my hands.“Tia,” I said, my voice low, authoritative, and filled with paternal care, “ordinary penance and a few Hail Marys will not be enough for this level of persistent temptation. Your body and soul cry out for a much higher form of spiritual and physical cleansing. A complete surrender to God’s will through strict discipline and total control. Do you t

Alicia's POVI couldn’t breathe through the rage anymore. My hands shook as I stood in the middle of our living room, glaring at Gerald like he was a stranger wearing my husband’s face. “How long did you think you could keep lying to me, Gerald? You’re never here! You come home smelling like another woman’s perfume and expect me to just smile and play the perfect wife?”Gerald’s jaw tightened, his broad shoulders tense under the dress shirt he still hadn’t changed out of. “Alicia, for fuck’s sake, there is no other woman. I’ve been killing myself setting up the new company. Meetings until midnight, investors, permits—you know this. I’m doing it for us.”“Bullshit!” The word tore out of me, painfully expressing all the emotions I'd been trying to surpress. Tears burned my eyes but I refused to let them fall yet. “An attentive husband doesn’t disappear for weeks. An attentive husband doesn’t come home with lipstick on his collar and some cheap whore’s perfume all over his clothes. Who i

Gerald's POVI left her there briefly to retrieve supplies from the car. The noise-canceling headphones I’d grabbed on impulse, water, protein bars, and a small padded restraint I’d prepared earlier. Returning, I fitted the headphones over her ears. At first, only my voice played through them, recorded earlier but now live through my phone. “You are mine, Alicia. My property. Let everything else fade.”The week began in earnest once we returned home under cover of night.Day 1, She fought. I kept her blindfolded and caged in our specially prepared basement room, a small, comfortable steel cage padded for safety. The headphones she wore throughout played white noise broken only by my commands. I fed her by hand, making her suck my fingers clean after every bite. When she begged for explanation, I only gave pleasure or pain unpredictably.“Sir, please take this off,” she pleaded through the bars, her voice muffled.“No.” I reached in, pinching her nipples hard until she arched. Then I

Vale’s POV The Maybach purred along the coastal road, waves crashing far below. Vera sat beside me, her hands clasped tightly in her lap, stealing glances my way. The city lights faded behind us, leaving only moonlight and tension.“You’re very quiet, Vera,” I said, keeping my voice low and calm. “Something on your mind?”She shifted, her dark hair catching the dim interior light. “I’m… confused, Mr. Vale. All day, every day, you’ve been so demanding. Harsh, even. And now you’re taking me to your home? It feels like a test I didn’t study for.”I chuckled softly, one hand resting on the wheel, the other brushing her knee lightly. She didn’t pull away. “Smart girl. It was a test. You passed with flying colors. Most secretaries would have quit by day three. You thrived under pressure. It intrigued me.”“Intrigued?” Her striking green eyes met mine. “You slammed a coffee cup at the last one. I thought you might do the same to me any moment.”“You handled it better than she did,” I replie

Damien's POV I stood by the front window, my fingers drumming lightly against the frame, watching the driveway. The house felt quieter than usual this afternoon, even with Loki and Lucas tearing around upstairs.After two years of doing this alone, burnt toast mornings, endless laundry, and nights where the silence pressed in like a weight, I had almost convinced myself that no one could fit here. But yesterday’s run had changed those thoughts. Kimberly.Her laugh still echoed in my head, light and unbothered, like sunlight cutting through a thick fog.The doorbell rang at exactly three o’clock. Right on time. I wiped my palms on my jeans and opened the door.There she was, wearing a simple yellow sundress that caught the light, her dark hair pulled back in a loose ponytail with a few strands framing her face. She carried a small tote bag and a genuine smile that reached her eyes.“Hi, Damien,” she said warmly. “I hope I’m not too early.”“Not at all. Come in.” I stepped aside, cat