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I replied. "Business. Define businesses Miss Alessandro?" He wanted me to say it. He wanted to know that I had no problem or issue with it. That even though he was what he was I wouldn't see him differently. And I didn't. "Substances trafficking, arms trade, interference with the Italian Mafia. And lastly and the most disturbing of them all, ownership of plenty sex shops and pleasure houses." I didn't breath until I stopped talking. "Pleasure houses?" He laughed.

"And I'm not that rich! I can't pay one million per month." "Don't lie to Lupo Serese! You have millions in your account. Be grateful because all I'm asking from you is one million a month for thirty-six months!" "Damn, I'm paying thirty-six million for one girl only! Why should I pay?" Arnault was confused. "Because you don't want to face charges, you thick-skulled baboon! You just screwed a fifteen-year-old girl! I took a film of the whole scene! Pay me another million for the negatives. Or I'll show it the German authorities?"

A truth he had never fully allowed himself to name. I felt it then, sharp and intimate. Not just his pain, but the guilt that lived beneath it. The self reproach he never voiced. The nights he lay awake wondering where he had gone wrong. Each word they spoke landed inside him like a reopened wound, bleeding inward where no one could see. Still, he did not fall. He lifted his head, jaw trembling, eyes bright with unshed tears and something harder beneath them. Resolve, forged in loss rather than denial. His eyes darkened, not with rage, but with something far more dangerous. Shame.

“Good girl.” They fucked on the floor like animals. He bent her over the couch first, railing her from behind while he did another line off her lower back. Cocaine dripped sweat mixed with powder. Then he flipped her, pinned her legs to her chest, and drove in deep again, eyes wild. “Gonna put twins in you like Jade,” he slurred, thrusting brutally. “Gonna fuck you full every night.” She came despite herself—hard, shamefully—body betraying her mind. He followed, collapsing on top of her, still twitching inside.

he sighed, his warm breath melting down my last resolve and I let him pull me in for another kiss while his right hand worked its way up my thigh and inside my dress… ******************** THE NEXT DAY The Uber came to a stop right before the villa’s gate and I paid the driver before getting off. I typed in the code Lacy gave me and slowly, the gate slid open, giving me entrance into her very large abode. My heart thumped the closer I got to the building and remorse ravaged through my insides while I wondered how I would face her after getting kissed and finger fucked by her husband. I could still feel his finger digging into me, pushing through my folds while he hungrily kissed me like he'd

He said to me "Did you know that if you self harm, there's no chance you will go to heaven. A dead man chant serve the creator Aydan you should know that. If you kill a man, you can always turn your life around and there's a possibility you will go to heaven. So take your pick." I said to him "How does religion falls under what we were just talking about?" He asked confused

Daniel, evidently weary of the accusations, sighed, "Man, I'm fed up. What the hell is everyone accusing me of? Making my girlfriend pregnant, is it a sin or what? I didn't make someone else's wife pregnant; I made the one pregnant whom I love, I never thought making a pregnant is also a crime, I don't mind pampering her, I don't even mind becoming a slave to her but why the hell I've to suffer this accusation, huh? Every single time, he is the one...he is the one, did I say that I'm not the one who made her pregnant? Did I run away from her without taking responsibility?" Zayn, adding a touch of humor, teased Daniel, "You know, even if you made someone else's wife pregnant, there wouldn't b

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction intended for adult audiences. It explores themes of religious taboo, power dynamics, and forbidden romance. It is not intended to reflect real-world religious practices or figures. All characters involved in romantic or sexual situations are consenting adults. ✴️✴️ The wooden pew was digging into Sienna's back. Saint Jude's smelled like wax and cold stone and something old she couldn't name. She hated this place. She hated the silence that wasn't actually silence, just fifty people breathing and pretending to be holy.

The wood creaked under her weight. She didn’t wait for him to speak. “I sinned again,” she said into the carved screen between them. Silence. The kind that burned. “I touched myself this morning. Thought about you choking me. Thought about your cock inside me. Filling me in front of the altar again. I woke up soaked.” Still no reply. But she heard the shift of breath. A drag of cloth. He was there. Listening. Hardening. She smiled in the dark. “And I think I want you to punish me for it.”