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Words spilled through my clenched teeth. “Yeah yeah. You are all talk and zero bite, cousin. So, yeah, I don't give a fuck about your threats. However, take my words pretty seriously, Dean. Because I am not as sane as you. I don't think; I just do it.” I remained silent, which gave him a reason to continue. "Because this time I will attack where it hurts most, Dean. And it won't be your sister. It will be Grace Hale. Your little cellist.”

He stared at me deeply, but not with disgust, rather concern. He pulled me in for a hug without saying anything. After a while, he pulled out. “Do you wanna talk about it?” He asked, holding my hands. “I guess.” I managed. I never thought I would tell anyone about this, but with Arson? I felt safe. “He said it’s the only way for me to stay away from sin. He said We must destroy sin and every sinful engagement. I get whipped each time I disobey him. He is the major reason why I am alive.” I waited for him to say something, but he just kept on looking at me, waiting for me to finish.

The kickass look in her eyes makes my dick hard. The burn of desire is gone and now she burns with hatred. And all that hatred centers on me. I know exactly where she gets her temper. Fox was like that too. Hot and cold. Warm never worked into the equation for him. I guess I'm convinced she's who she says she is. Why the hell would a Hispanic woman show up at this club? There's not exactly a welcome mat out front for anyone with dark skin. Claiming to be his daughter is too crazy not to be true.

I loaned quietly trying not to bring the attention of others. Especially not Jake’s step father. All these while I’ve been thinking Daniel was Marcus but now I know the truth? I guess all is well. Who would have thought. Norah Black fucked all three men in the same family and none of them are aware of my doings. Damn, you’re a rebel girl. “Fuck..” I snapped out of my thoughts as he bit my neck while thrusting harder. He leaned in and sucked on my nipples through my top while pounding me. My tits bounced hard to the point that it made me extra horny. I wrapped my legs around him tighter, pulling him deeper.

Damian? I knew that face. It was impossible to forget what he looked like. The perfectly sculpted jawline, the sharp cheekbones, the arrogant slant of his brows. His hazel eyes stared down at me—cold, unreadable, calculating. He studied me with those eyes, eyes that make me want to squirm and hide behind a wall where they could not burn through me, but my feet had grown roots in seconds making it hard for me to move. His tousled dark hair fell over his forehead like it always did in school, just messy enough to look deliberate. He hadn’t changed. Just grown more dangerous.

I had indeed felt a pang of jealousy when Sin had said he was going on a date and that, indeed, he was in search of his wife. I must really have been in a lust bubble because it felt like cold water had been splashed on me and as I shivered, it was impossible to even reconnect with myself. "Tongue out, Summer, I will split your jaw if you grate my cock with your teeth," Sinclair warns, his hands slipping into my hair and holding it tight. Obeying, I wait for Sin's cock. His thick cock bubbles before my face, and I catch my breath at its girth. Watching it grow until beads of precum are hanging around it makes my throat tighten.

“Appreciate you coming over, Levi. Didn’t want to be a burden.” “It’s no bother,” I mumbled. I moved closer and pressed the back of my hand to his forehead without thinking. His skin was burning hot. The contact sent a jolt through me. “You’re really hot… I mean, fever-hot.” Morgan’s dark eyes locked onto mine. For a second, something unreadable flickered across his face. He caught my wrist before I could pull away. His fingers were strong, calloused from years working on cars. The touch lingered.

BEFORE YOU READ Bless me, Father, for I am about to sin. Themes: Forbidden Romance, Priest/Parishioner, Age Gap, Sacrilege. This story explores the fine line between salvation and damnation. If religious themes mixed with explicit erotica make you uncomfortable, this confessional isn't for you. (***) Serena The sound of my heels clicked with a sacrilegious echo in the void of the church. It was late, the sun had already set, and the only lights left burning were the candles casting long, dancing shadows over the ancient wooden pews.

Sin continues to ramble, and I swear I can see the exact moment Enzo’s patience evaporates. “Sin, shut the fuck up,” he snarls. “I was just fucking with her. No need to start writing the next hit taboo novel.” “That’s actually not a bad idea,” I hum. “You’d make for a great female lead,” Sin’s face lit up. “And the trauma,” he brings his fingers to his lips, “Chefs kiss.” “Can confirm concussion,” Enzo mutters, offering his hand to Sin. “You should get checked out with medical.”

I slid my fingers down, slicking them in my own wetness, and began to slowly caress my cl*t right in front of his eyes. "I'm so fucking hot for you, Father," I groaned, arching my back and shuddering as my thumb circled my cl*t. "And I'm all yours. I'm your little sinner, and this p*ssy is the altar you need to worship today. Come on, Father. Give in to the temptation. Put your holy tongue right here and clean me up." He let out a tortured breath, his knees visibly trembling. He looked trapped between heaven and hell, his eyes pinned to my fingers sliding over my soaking cl*t.