All Chapters of CONFESS TO ME: For God Until Him: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

BLAZEMarcus Webb’s face crumbled. He pressed his face into his hands and started sobbing silently.“It’s about my mother,” he stammered. “She has cancer. Stage four. Treatments… insurance wouldn’t pay for them, and I couldn’t—”“You stole from me to pay for your mother’s treatment.”“Yes, I did.” His face was streaked with tears. “But I’m going to repay every penny! I swear to God, I am! Just give me some time. Just—”“Stop.”He stopped. His face was tear-streaked, his hands trembling on his knees.I looked at him for a while. A loyal employee who had been working for me for fifteen years. Never created any problems, never demanded anything extra, never even gave me a reason to question his loyalty. Until his mother became ill and the system failed him and he resorted to drastic measures.“You will be demoted,” I told him. “To a warehouse stocker. Lower salary. Probationary period for six months. Any further discrepancies and I won’t be as lenient. Understood?”He stared at me, his m

BLAZEI wanted his mouth stretched on me. I wanted to feel the heat of his throat when he would be looking at me with dark and guilty eyes. I wanted to see tears of ecstasy gathered in the corners of his eyes when I would fuck his mouth slow and deep, holding his hair so that he couldn’t pull away.I squeezed harder. I began jerking off in earnest – long and wet strokes which made the vein on the bottom of the shaft pulsate under my touch. Every upward movement ended with twisting of my wrist and pressing of my thumb against the glans the same way I had done it to him earlier. The pleasure was sharp and fast. My hips moved forward, fucking into my hand like it was his body.I imagined him kneeling right here in front of me in the shower. The water is pouring over us. My cock rested heavily on his tongue while he would try (and fail) to look pure. I would push in until his nose would press to my belly and keep him there, feeling the desperate pulsation of his throat around me. The fant

DAMIEN VOSS POVThe report landed on my desk at a little past midnight and I read every word twice before setting the report down and leaning back in my chair. Three of my men had tried to take a priest from the area of the east docks, the one who was supposed to be soft, alone and easily captured for leverage. A man in a dark hoodie had put two of my men on the ground and the third one was alive with a cracked skull, and he had taken the priest away from the situation and disappeared into the side streets. No kill shots. No message on the bodies. Just enough violence to make the job impossible and get the collar out of reach.I grabbed my phone and called the runner I had stationed at the housing unit on Pendle. He confirmed that the priest had not returned to the church housing after the ambush. The place was empty and dark. I reached for the file folder I had left on the corner of the desk for three days and opened it. Inside were the photocopied files that my men had gotten from

MICAHThe window was a cold pane of glass pressing into my back. Outside, the performance of the estate continued its flawlessly performed play: the gardeners snipping hedges that already stood perfectly in neat mathematical rows, guards walking the same familiar gravel paths that they knew by heart, the evening sun falling across the perfectly trimmed grass like it belonged on a brochure page. No breath stirred outside except what had already been allowed. I had been trapped in this corner for such a long time that my knees hurt and rosary beads had left faint red marks on my palms. Blaze’s shirt was hanging open over my exposed chest. The sleeves were rolled up once; they were too long otherwise. Sandalwood and cologne that smelled slightly stronger resided in the fabric the way smoke remained in curtains. Any movement caused the smell to rise and settle on my skin as if someone did not want to let me go. I had never asked him for any clothes of my own. Asking would mean admitting

MICAH I nodded and whispered, “Okay.” The word was like an object fragile and easily shattered as it fell from my lips. I passed him in the hallway, closed my door quietly, and then sat on the edge of my bed. The wall across from me was just as it always had been, an unremarkable thing of the same dull white as everything else. I looked at it until all the lines of the room blurred around me. This was for the best, I thought. Precisely what I needed to hear. A shock of cold water to jolt me out of the hallucination that began when Blaze first came to our front door reeking of leather and cigarettes and something I did not yet have a name for. But it did not snap me awake. If anything, it made me feel—I would never be interested in someone like you—It became part of my skin like a splinter I could never pull out. After that, everything became sharper, louder, impossible to miss. I began to notice the things I had learned to ignore. College girls who showed up at the house