Lahat ng Kabanata ng CONFESS TO ME: For God Until Him: Kabanata 131 - Kabanata 140

MICAH.PRESENT DAYCounting the cracks in my ceiling had become an Olympic event within my three week recovery routine. I would watch a specific crack that went from the corner near the molding, and trace its jagged line back the other way whilst my thumbs twiddled together.Being on the bed post surgery was an exquisite torture. Everytime I tried to shift my weight on my side my lower back would remind me why I wasn't a robot and I should be grateful I was still alive. I had been discharged and was currently in my apartment.The lock on my door clicked, and the heavy wood door opened.“Hey! Look who decided to make his lovely presence known!” Jeremy chirped walking inside with a radiant annoying smile plastered on his face. He held up a white greasy paper bag in the air as if it were the Holy Grail. “How are we feeling today, padre?”I lazily turned my gaze towards him from the ceiling. “I am completely immobile, sore, and surviving on painkillers and boredom. Other than that, I am

MICAH.Blaze stalked back toward the bed like a predator closing in on a wounded deer.“You wouldn't dare,” Blaze growled, his voice a lethal whisper.A wicked, reckless grin spread across my face despite the tears still wet on my cheeks. I tilted my chin up, leaning back against the pillows. “I already did. What are you going to do about it?”Blaze lunged forward before I could blink, caught my phone and when he saw the words he clenched his Jaw and smashed my phone on the wall. I didn't have the time to react before he leaned down, gripped my chin and pulled my face close to his. “Don’t push me.”“Or what?” I dared. His eyes went even darker. “I would tie you up and take you away,” Blaze whispered, “And I swear by God that I'll damn my own word before I let you stay with that prick in this apartment alone.” I didn't flinch. Instead, I let out a slow, breathless smirk as I looked into his eyes, completely unbothered and muttered. “Then do it.” ~The air between us grew thick enou

BLAZE.A few days passed, and the arrangement with Eric fell into place with ruthless efficiency. I had him outfitted in expensive designer clothes, trimmed his hair, and drilled him on the basics of keeping up appearances. He didn't need to be a mastermind; he just needed to stand next to me, look pretty, and act like he hung on my every word.The real game, though, was psychological warfare. And I tested it out, first unblocking Micah's line to test the waters. My hands hovered around the keyboard and I selected the perfect picture of me in my underwear, the lighting at the perfect angle with the bulge in my briefs revealing just enough and typed the words. “When are you coming over, baby?” I waited and smirked as I saw Micah had seen the picture then deleted it. It was petty and when the three dots of Micah's message showed, I knew he was typing. “B..Blaze…”He was typing more then stopped saving me the stress of acting nonchalant. Eric moved and hit his knee against the table,

BLAZE.The leather couch groaned under Micah's weight. I felt my chest hollow out with scorching hot rage.I knelt beside him and let my fingers hover over his bruised jaw. They trembled and I couldn't bring myself to touch him.I withdrew my hands and he hissed as my fingers had brushed his ribs by accident. He clamped his legs together."Don't," I choked out, fighting to keep my shit together. "Stop moving. You'll make it worse.""It hurts," Micah whimpered, his eyes glassy, looking up at me with those helpless puppy eyes that shattered my walls."I know," I muttered lowly. "I'm going to fix it."I moved to stand, but he stopped me, holding my wrist with a weak grip."Stay," he whispered.I sat back down on the floor, my hand coming up to cup his face, and wiped the dampness from his cheek.His eyes closed slowly and he was out in seconds. I tucked a blanket over him, disinfected his wounds while checking and praying he didn't wake up from pain.When I was done, I left the room, hea

MICAH.My heart beat against my ribs until I could feel my own pulse in my throat, in my temples, in the places Blaze had scorched there with his wild, hungry, inquisitive stare.I had said it out loud. I had breached the wall between us. And now the silence in the room took shape, his breathing mingling with mine, my legs shamelessly spread wide across his lap, my ass less than an inch from the thick member pulsing inside his pants.Blaze didn't speak. His fingers curled around my waist, then dug into my skin slowly as though wanting to memorize my body under his touch and a shudder passed through my belly."You're hurt," he murmured, his voice rough with some unnamed danger that made me want to disobey him all the more."I don't care."A low, menacing chuckle escaped his lips. "You will when I'm done with you, Micah."Something inside me snapped when he said my name. I doubled over, ignoring the protest of my ribs, and pressed my mouth to his. His lip was still split from where I h