All Chapters of Let's Get Tempted: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

“A SINNER’S CONFESSION”CHAPTER 61RUTHI have never confessed a real sin in my life. Every Saturday at 4 PM, I kneel in that wooden box and whisper fantasies to a man who can't touch me. I describe being bent over the altar in vivid detail. I want to feel the cold marble against my cheek, the weight of a cassock pressed against my back, the sound of Latin prayers mixing with my moans. I tell him about wanting to be fucked in the house of the Lord, about craving the taste of communion wine on a priest's tongue. I tell him about the way I touch myself at night, imagining his hands instead of mine, his mouth instead of my pillow.And Father Isaac always listened.He never interrupts or tell me to stop. He just breathes heavily through the screen, his knuckles white against the wood. And when I finish, he says the same thing every time:"Say three Hail Marys and go in peace."But there's no peace… there has never been peace. Not for him or for me. I find him tonight in the sanctuary.

CHAPTER 63RUTHThe church smelled different on Sunday mornings. It smelled heavily of incense, candle wax and the faint sweetness of old wood. The same smells as every other day, but somehow heavier and more sacred. I sat in the third pew from the front, close enough to see the sweat beading on Father Isaac's forehead as he delivered his homily. I watched quietly as his hands trembles while he gripped the edges of the pupilt. And all these was as a result of him seeing me when I walked him. I wore my long navy skirt today, the one that fell to my ankles but had a slit that went all the way up my thigh. Thankfully, father Isaac could see me from where he was standing, so I spread my legs slowly, letting g the fabric fall open. The cool air of the church kissed my bare thighs, travelling to my pantless pussy. I didn't feel the need to wear pants when I came with an aim of seduction. Father Isaac's voice faltered, his grip on the pulpit tighter as his knuckles went white. His eyes

CHAPTER 65RUTHI walked out of the church with a smile I couldn't wipe off my face.The evening air was cool against my flushed skin, the last rays of sunlight painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. The streets were quiet, most of the parishioners already gone, their cars pulling out of the lot one by one.I was still floating. Still feeling the phantom touch of his hands on my body, the echo of his voice in my ears. My thighs pressed together as I walked, the memory of him still warm between my legs."Ruth?"I froze.The voice was familiar. Too familiar. The kind of familiar that made my stomach twist with old anger and older hurt.I turned.Mark stood a few feet away, his hands in his pockets, his face half-shadowed by the fading light. He looked the same as he had when we'd broken up two years ago. Still handsome. Still smug. Still the man who'd made me feel like I was never enough."Mark." I kept my voice flat. "What are you doing here?""I was in the neighborhood." He st

CHAPTER 67RUTHI stepped into the bar, and it was loud and smelled like cheap perfume and relief. I sat on a stool at the counter, nursing a drink I wasn't very invested in. My third one. Maybe my fourth. I'd lost count somewhere between the memory of his hands on my body and the reality of his silence. The whiskey burned going down, but it did nothing to dull the ache between my thighs.If Father Isaac is going to ignite me, then he might as well go to hell. I was done waiting. I scanned the room slowly, my eyes moving over the crowd. There were couples grinding on the dance floor, men hunched over their drinks, women laughing too loudly, their eyes too bright. Everyone here was obviously looking for something. A connection or a distraction.I just needed someone, anyone, just for tonight. My gaze landed on a man in the corner. He was tall, broad-shouldered with dark hair that fell across his forehead in waves. He was nursing a beer, his eyes scanning the room like he was looking

CHAPTER 69RUTHI stared at him, my body still pressed against the wall, his weight still pinning me there. His grey eyes held mine, and even as I felt his hard cock, I could see the hunger swimming in his eyes."What do I think?" I repeated, a slow smile spreading across my face. "I think you're in too deep to walk away now."He chuckled, leaning in and taking my lips into his. His lips moved against mine with a tenderness that made my chest ache. "I've been in too deep since the first time you confessed to me," he said against my lips. "I just didn't want to admit it."I pulled back from him slightly, looking at him. "And now?"He lowered me to the ground, his hands still firmly on my hips. He didn't step away, he just stood there, looking at me like I was the only thing in the room that made sense. And those eyes tightened my stomach and travelled to my core. ."Well.. I'm done pretending."I reached for his hand, lacing my fingers through his and speaking with a small voice. "Ma