All Chapters of CONFESS TO ME: For God Until Him: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

MICAH. I hadn't told Oscar I would come here. And here I was the dare devil doing the most. The apartment was silent. None of the neighbors came out of their rooms and I sighed in relief. It was good if no one saw me. That way I could leave as soon as I got what I wanted. I reached for the door handle and it gave way. It was broken, hung at a wrong angle, the metal twisted and the wood around the lock splintered like someone had forced it open in pure rage. The door creaked, parting open the second my hand left it and the gap gave a sight that left me breathless. I stopped on the threshold and muttered under my breath, “This is bad.” I got my phone out of my pocket and took some pictures of everything I saw. The damage was much more than I expected. A regular thief shouldn't have been able to do this. And why would they pick his room out of the others? Maybe he dressed nice and looked rich? He did have a car and I didn't see many cars in the apartment’s parking lot except for

BLAZE.The car moved on the city road, humming as buildings thinned into scattered houses and open fields. I kept my hands steady and crossed on my chest, while my eyes drifted sneeringly between the road and Micah. He hadn’t even attempted to say a word, only shifted away from me to the other end of the door. His fingers had woven together on his lap.“I need you to understand some things, Blaze. I can’t drop everything and move in with you. I can’t accept being locked away and I have a life. A congregation. People who need me and I need time. Enough of it without you showing up unannounced in my apartment?”“You’re scared of being caught, aren’t you?”He turned his head to me. “Shouldn’t I be? I’m fucking you!”He swallowed as the words settled in and his face turned a deep shade of red. “Christ,” he said, closing his eyes for a bit.It was amusing watching him lose his mind. It was cute when he was close to cursing. My effects were showing and I was pleased.“You push me to a limit

Chapter 84.*****FIRST ASSURANCE.BLAZE.He whimpered and nodded, his hands gripping my belt as I guided him to my cock, and the second my tip brushed against my entrance, his body went rigid.“You can tell me if it’s too much,” I said.He nodded, then lowered himself onto me, slowly and steadily, his breath hitching when his fingers clawed my shoulders.The heat was blinding, his walls clamping down on me as he shoved himself deeper down inch by glorious inch until he was filled fully and his legs were shaking, his breath coming in shallow gasps and suddenly he was hovering over my chest, his body wracking with the force of his orgasm, arms around my neck and nuzzling my skin.“Oh god…oh god…Blaze—”I held him, I rocked him until he was spent, then I kissed his sweaty hair and whispered, "Move when you're ready."He did, slowly at first like I'd asked, then harder, his hands gripping the top of my shoulders as he worked himself onto my cock, his hip driving against mine seeking the

Chapter 86.******NEW INTEL.BLAZE.Sergio stood near the shadow of the private hangar, his hands clasped low over his belt, as the car came to a silent stop.I stepped out into the night, the engine clicking as it cooled down. I buttoned my jacket up and pulled at my cuffs as I walked directly towards him."Report," I said, my voice cutting through the hum of the perimeter lights.Sergio straightened. "Damien Voss has been staying within his perimeter all week. The B-side territory has been dead quiet. His men are moving standard shipments out of the docks, but nothing untoward. He stays within the baseline rules of conduct."I stopped a foot away from him, my jaw tightening. "That is the problem. Voss does not play dead unless he is building a wall behind his back.""Should I bring the watch down?" Sergio asked."No," I said, looking him in the eyes. "Double the watch. Tell the men to keep their eyes open, and their weapons hot. If a single crate moves through his docks without a m

MICAH. I woke up the next morning with Oscar already moving around the apartment, like he was the new owner. He had done everything early, from coffee to setting everything on the counter and I watched on, too stunned to speak. “Good morning, Father Micah,” he said, gently pushing a mug to me as I got to the counter.My eyes did a quick weep and I asked. “What's the occasion?” “Nothing,” he said with a happy tone that made me very suspicious of my existence and he waved his hand in a relaxing manner to calm me down before he responded. “I thought we would leave for the cathedral early today so I had everything set on time. I don't want to be late on my first meeting so I can learn how to hold on when I'm around the real thing.”I rubbed my eyes, with my free hand, trying to get the remaining sleep out in case I was dreaming but it was real. I took the mug, sipped some coffee and it felt good. He did get the right texture I needed. “You really don’t have to come if you’re not feeli