Todos los capítulos de CONFESS TO ME: For God Until Him: Capítulo 141 - Capítulo 150

MICAH.His hands gripped my shin, lifting my leg up until my knee was almost at my shoulder. The blindfold kept the room absolutely dark, but every nerve in my skin was screaming for him to touch me.Instead, he made me wait.The blunt head of his cock teased the sensitive wetness of my rim for a long moment, circling lightly over the sensitive folds before he slid inside. I gasped, trying to arch my hips up to meet him, but he drew back, not pushing in."Blaze- " I cried, my voice thick with frustration, muffled against the fabric of the gag.He didn't push inside. He dragged the head of his cock back down my slit, withdrawing it before pressing it slowly against my opening again. The tiny slide of friction sent my thighs quivering. I expected him to draw back again, but he didn't. Just as I thought the slow thrust would begin, he thrust forward hard enough to shove all the way inside me, stealing the breath from my lungs.I cried out, my hands slipping against the leather belt that

MICAH.I woke to something poking my ass—Blaze's cock. Did this man ever get tired? Was he trying to kill me?! The room was pitch black and I lay on my side with my back pressed against the heat of his body. Every muscle in my body screamed for me to move, but my legs were too tired and I was too sore to complain. I reached for the lamp on the nightstand and fumbled with getting it turned on. Finally I touched the switch and clicked, instantly flooding the room with a soft light that made me squint my eyes. I turned my head to find Blaze watching me with a wicked expression. "Can you not try to kill me? I am tired." "How tired?" he asked as his erection poked against my flesh, twitching with need. "A lot," I croaked. "I'm not," he said with a dark grin and rolled his hips forward just enough to make his point. "I can do the work while you lay still." This man was insane. I was still thinking of a response to help me get out of the mess I created when my phone started buzzing

AUTHOR'S POVJaden stood by the window, tapping his fake walking stick into the ground and took slow sips of his favorite whiskey. The news channel rang on behind him as Damien kicked the door open violently, yelling as he stormed in.“When are you going to put a lease on your son?” Damien’s face was twisted in a mask of pure, unadulterated rage, his chest heaving as he pointed a shaking finger toward the hallway. "That ungrateful little bastard is tearing everything apart! He's attacking our supply lines, hitting our stash houses, and threatening to burn the whole operation to the ground! He's the worst mistake we ever let walk away!"Jaden didn't even flinch. He took another unhurried sip of his drink, his expression remaining entirely calm and indifferent as he slowly turned his head to look at Damien. "And what does that have to do with me?""Everything!" Damien shouted, closing the distance between them. He slammed his fist down onto a nearby table, making the glasses rattle. "

MICAH.My hands shook violently, nearly dropping the phone, but I held on."See me? Why?" I asked."I have no idea," Farris breathed, and I could hear his nervousness all the way here. “He's demanding your audience immediately."The line went dead and my panic began. The bishop never visited the cathedral and this was the first time in nearly forty years.I was certain it wasn't a promotion, and my body tensed up at the thought that I must be in trouble. I shook the thoughts out of my mind, and rushed to my closet, but couldn't make up my mind on what to change into.In the end, I ran out of my apartment with my keys in my hand with the same clothes I had come home in. The second I reached the cathedral, my heart rate rose. The door opened before I could touch it and Deacon Farris stared at me with an untold sadness."Why are you looking so dull?" I asked, and walked in, but he couldn't reply."Farris?" I called, my voice stressed."Whatever happens, I want you to know that I don't ju

MICAH. The words kept ringing in my head over and over. This was absurd.The doctor glanced at me and gave a curtly nod. "If you need any help, I'll be around."And he left. But I wasn't ready for his help. I wasn't some freak. What if the cathedral found out? Would I be used as a specimen? I reached for the IV line and started to take it out when the door opened and Deacon farris rushed to me. "Are you out of your damn mind?" He slapped my hand off quickly and held my face in his hands. "Killing yourself won't solve anything.""I'm not killing myself. I need to get out of here.""But you're not well," he argued.I wasn't listening, I was trying to get off and the next word he said had me frozen on the spot. "You can't. The Bishop has announced that you are to remain in town.""So I can't leave? Am I a prisoner?" Deacon Farris' eyes dropped and his lips parted but no words came out and I heard footsteps coming to the door. In seconds they were in my room. My heart sank and my fa