Forgive Me Father
“God—”
“Not God,” he muttered against my neck, biting the skin there. “Me. Say my name.”
“Dorian!” I cried, back arching.
“That’s it.” He stroked faster, his thumb teasing over the tip, slicking me up. “Good boy. Take it.”
Ezra Monroe was raised to be pure. The perfect choir boy. Twenty-two and untouched—soft voice and eyes that have never looked too long at sin.
But one man ruins everything.
Father Dorian Vale.
The moment his eyes meet Ezra’s, something snaps.
And a good boy learns how to kneel for the wrong man.
He was supposed to guide him to heaven.
Instead, he’s teaching him how to sin.
He’s not here to save Ezra.
He’s here to ruin him. Slowly. Until every prayer sounds like his name.