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he grunted. After a couple of jerky thrusts, father Damon carefully pulled out of my still-pulsing pussy, his dick glistening with my cum and his own as Father Matthias held me up, still buried in my ass from behind. Father Damon pressed the head of his cock against my chest, tracing a slow cross from shoulder to shoulder, then down between my breasts to imitate the sign of the cross. "In the name of the Father…” Oh lord. This was purely deranged.

The questions swirled in his mind like the whispers of the wind through the trees. Sebastian noticed the faint crease on Adam's forehead, a sign of his son's turmoil. He ruffled Adam's hair, offering a reassuring smile. "We'll face whatever comes our way, together, Adam." Adam looked up, his bright green eyes searching for answers. "I love you, Father." Sebastian's voice softened. "I love you too, Adam. Always remember that." ******************************

He spoke of a secret, one that he had kept hidden from me, and urged me to follow my heart and seek the truth. Emotions flooded through me, a mix of nostalgia and curiosity. With the letter in hand, I turned to Adrian, my eyes filled with a newfound determination. "Adrian, there's something I need to explore, something from my past that I must uncover. Will you be by my side once again?" He clasped my hands in his, his gaze filled with unwavering support. "Always, Ava. I will walk this journey with you, wherever it may lead." Together, we embarked on a quest to unravel the mystery that my father's letter held. The clues led us to hidden archives, dusty libraries, and distant relatives who sh

But with Adrian’s cock buried so deep and his scent all over me, the words tumble out anyway. “I’m yours, Daddy! Only yours right now. My pussy is yours. My body is yours. Please don’t stop owning me…” He unmuted the call and ended it with one last cruel line to her about putting pups in me. The second the phone went dead he flipped me onto my back, spread my legs so wide it almost hurt, and slammed back inside me like an animal. I screamed. I cried. I came so hard my vision went white. “Daddy I love you, Daddy don’t stop, Daddy I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours”

There was a familiar affection in his tone, one that instantly quelled the rising tide of anxiety within Caden. Caden paused on the threshold, taking a deep breath to fill his lungs with the familiar aromas that defined his childhood. But today, the comfort felt entwined with a rising swell of uncertainty. "I'm struggling, Father," he admitted, his voice quaking slightly with vulnerability, a stark contrast to the bravado he tried to project. "I don’t know what to do about finding a new mate. The moon goddess is silent, and I fear I’m running out of time." The words slipped from his lips as though they had been held captive within him, desperate for release.

"Or what? You can't do anything to me!" Adam scoffed at my confidence. "All the alliances I have, I can destroy you overnight. Everything your father ever worked for and built can be gone in the snap of my fingers. Ask your father; he knows it's true." Eyes wide, I turned to look at my father. "Papa, ¿verdad?" (Father, is that true?) My father sighed and nodded his head. "Si. Estás a merced de Adam ahora." (Yes. You are at Adam's mercy now.)

name flashing on the screen made her stomach churn. It was her father. Her trembling finger hovered for a second before pressing accept. She forced her voice steady as she hit the FaceTime button, “ Hi, Dad. ” Bryan’s facial expression was harsh and cold and his lips pressed into a thin line. He didn’t return her greeting. Instead, he went straight to the point of his call. “ Any update about his company’s secret yet? ” Amelia swallowed hard, her throat dry. She shook her head, voice barely above a whisper, “ Nothing yet. ” “ Damnit! ” The thunderous roar made her flinch. Her father slammed his fist on his desk, the sound reverberating through the phone. “ I need to execute the plan soon, b

His voice dropped to a possessive growl. "You were always mine. I just had to wait for you to be ready." My heart hammered against my ribs, not with swelling love, but with a sudden, chilling realization. This wasn't just a mutual, forbidden desire. This was something deeper, darker. He hadn't just given in last night. He had claimed me. He had been obsessed with me, loved me, long before I ever dared to dream of him. His gaze, now fully awake, was no longer just tender. It was intense. Possessive. And utterly, undeniably, the gaze of a man who had been waiting, planning, and now, finally, had what he wanted.

He pauses for dramatic effect, glancing toward the door. Arthur steps into the room, eyebrows raised in amusement. "And what about me?" he asks, crossing his arms as he leans against the frame. Adriana grins, pointing at him. "You're Father!" Aris nods "Father sounds very serious. Like a king," she says seriously. Arthur raises an eyebrow, his lips twitching into a smile. "I see. And Papa sounds...?" "Like love!" Adriana declares, throwing his arms wide. "That's why Madin's Papa. He's all love."

he smiled faintly, “—breathe. The Lord hears nervous hearts too.” The bus erupted into applause and cheers. Lily even whistled. He caught my gaze for half a second, and I swear my chest forgot how to move. Then Father Nico stood. Instant mood-killer. He adjusted his collar dramatically, lips curved in that too-smooth smile. “Let us remember to sing with purity and virtue,” he said, voice honeyed. “And avoid… distractions that lead us astray.” The pause lingered too long. I froze. Jordan’s brow furrowed. Lily’s smile dropped entirely.