How Does Holy Terrors End?

Having an Awakenist as my wife meant enduring her monkish attitude toward sex. We could only be intimate on the sixteenth of every month. Every detail—my position, rhythm, even my expression—had to follow her rigid rules. If I showed too much pleasure, she would immediately rise and leave. We had been married for five years. Was I ever tired of this? Yes. Still, I always gave in. I accepted these limitations because I loved her. "The Saintess loves me too," I told myself. That faith shattered the day I was sent to extinguish a hotel fire. Amid the flames, I found my wife pressed close to a man in disheveled clothes. Between their arms was a young boy.

"Cum now, princess." Zeke ordered as he flicked open the lock on the cock cage around Eli's cock and his body convulsed as the long-denied orgasm tore through him. --------- ‎“I need you to—fuck—I need you to hurt me.” ‎There. The silence came. Not shameful. Not violent. Just truth. ‎Zeke ripped the shirt from Eli’s back. calculated. His belt snapped once. Eli flinched, eyes wild. ‎“You don't get color,” Zeke said flatly. “You say red, I won't stop. And until I'm sure you're tamed, I don’t care if you beg. You wanted to feel something? You’re going to feel everything.” ‎The first crack of the belt made Eli jolt. The second had him gasping. ‎By the fifth, he was moaning. ‎By the seventh, he whispered Zeke’s name like a prayer. ------ Two lovers. Then three. Eventually four. A relationship built on dominance, obsession, and unrestrained desire. ‎No contracts. No safe words. No rules—just raw, brutal fucking. A war of ownership. A battle for control. A dangerous game that turns a dominant into a trembling switch under the right hands. ‎ ‎What happens when a dominant with a submissive lover becomes the fixation of another dominant—one with darkness in his veins and sadism in his smile? ‎ ‎What happens when the confident, untouchable dom unravels, his hidden masochism dragged to the surface by the only man ruthless enough to tame him? ‎ ‎What happens when a discarded, shame-soaked nymph, branded an abomination by her family, falls into the hands of three lovers who have no intention of letting her go—who will worship, ruin her, and show her that her hunger isn't sin... it's survival? A twisted journey of control, obsession, and raw desire—unfolding across three sinful tales: Loved in the Dark. Fucked into Obedience. Seduction and Sin.

“Pose for the portrait, Anna,” her uncle commanded. To the world, Anna was a masterpiece—beautiful, flawless, and untouchable. But behind the luxury and perfect smiles, she was a prisoner. Her uncle controlled her life, using her image as a tool for influence and power, trapping her in a world she could not escape. Anna had given up on being saved… until he appeared. A man disguised as a priest, mysterious and dangerously compelling, stepped into her world like a forbidden secret wrapped in holy robes. From the moment they met, something inside Anna began to shift—curiosity, tension, and emotions she was never allowed to feel. But he was not what he seemed. He came with a mission. As hidden truths about his past come to light, he discovers that Anna’s uncle is connected to a history of betrayal, violence, and revenge. What began as deception slowly turns into something far more dangerous. Now, with forbidden emotions growing between them and long-buried secrets resurfacing, Anna is caught between salvation and destruction. What will happen when her uncle discovers the truth? And what happens when the man she was never supposed to trust turns out to be connected to the very darkness hunting her family? In a world built on lies, faith, and power—nothing is truly holy.

Sweet warning, my darling sinner… These pages are dripping with the kind of temptation that will make your thighs clench and your prayers turn filthy. Once you start reading, you won’t want absolution—you’ll beg for more sin. Reader discretion is strongly advised. In shadowed confessionals and candlelit cathedrals, forbidden desire ignites again and again… She kneels in nothing but a sheer black lace nightdress that barely hides her hardened nipples, wrists bound in leather and silver chains. “Forgive me, Father,” she whispers, voice trembling as the cold rosary beads slip between her slick folds. His deep voice answers from the darkness: “No forgiveness tonight, little lamb… only my cock teaching you how to worship.” Another night, another altar. A different priest’s strong hand slides under her nightdress, fingers circling her swollen clit while his lips brush her ear: “You came here to confess your sins… but your dripping pussy already told me everything.” And in the moonlit sacristy, she’s bent over the holy table, nightdress hiked up, collar tight, as he growls against her neck, “Every time you moan my name, another angel loses its wings… now scream for me, baby girl.” Ten scorching stories. Ten powerful priests. One deliciously wicked collection of priest-sinner BDSM romance that will leave you wet, breathless, and aching to be ruined. Leather. Chains. Rosaries used in ways God never intended. Unholy pleasure has never felt so heavenly. **Indulge. Submit. Sin.** Ready to kneel for every single story? Turn the page… and let them all ruin you.

She needed to rebuild her relationship with God. May be that was going to help ease the burden and loneliness in her marriage. This desire birthed a personal decision for the fresh start to begin with the sacrament of confession. Surprisingly a new connection began... A priest . He was looking to save souls while redeeming his soul from condemnation. However, unknown to them Fate had a different card in their destinies which they couldn't avoid. Even if they could, they didn't want to. The whirl entanglement began. Two souls unable to stop the desires of their hearts and flesh which seems stronger than they ever imagined. This unholy coitus yearning overpowered their individual will to be honest and faithful to their chosen vocations. Sin shouldn't be this tasty... Maybe this would be a better way to get redemption. Who knows?

i escaped one monster only to belong to another. and somehow, the devil beneath the chapel feels safer for me. they did warn me about the devil beneath the church but they never warned me he would become obsessed with me.