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she asked again with full sarcasm. It’s been days since Jiro confirmed that I was a Sin and he’s been following me around, making him and Jacob meet more often. Jacob’s still going for the idea of pretending to court me and I know he won’t stop any sooner. Specially that Jiro’s been tailing me. “You think he already knows you're Ace?” she asked, making me remember what he said at the clinic. “Not sure either.” I answered. “Can't you use your Orikami on him? You're a Sirusen, right? Hirrusen would be useful.” she said as she edited some of her pictures.

Chapter 2 Sophia’s POV. He set the life-sized 3D anatomical models on the desk right in front of me and the silicone pussy looked so fucking realistic with its puffy outer lips and shiny pink inner folds that my own cunt clenched up tight and pushed out another thick gush of creamy slick straight into my soaked panties. Professor Drake snapped on a pair of thin medical gloves and started explaining in that deep commanding voice of his while his thick veined fingers moved over the model like he owned it.

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.

Honestly, I know this is not the best work out there and this is definitely not my best work. I will not ramble about how I started writing this book only for fun and how it became a paid story. No. I just wanted to stop by and let you all know that this book is actually a part of a series called PERFECT FOR YOU. Vincent and Joyce’s book is actually book 2 in the series. Richard, Misoo and Beau have their own book and so do Jordan and Aubrey, as well as Olivia Stanton.

The office smelled like leather and ambition. Not the fake kind—the real kind. Worn books, fresh coffee, and that scent men wear when they’re too rich to buy cologne at a department store. Eden stood in front of the glass doors for three full seconds before she walked in. It was the waiting that used to break her. The hesitation. The “Is this the right thing to do?” echo that used to run laps through her chest. But now, the silence didn’t scare her. She wore it like a coat.

She laughed aloud, surprised by the ease of it. At her office a client would ask for precision and a colleague would ask for kindness and a manager would ask for numbers that pretended to tell the whole story. Selina would give each of them what they needed. She would keep a part of herself tuned to something that was not the city and not the sea and not men with exact hands. It would be tuned to the yes she had learned to say without apology.

Jade was very still. "Then who," she said. Priya said a name. Jade sat at her desk for a long moment looking at her screen without seeing it. "Say it again," she said. Priya said it again. The name was Eleanor Voss Mercer. Her mother. The office noise continued around her, the floor assembling itself into its Tuesday morning rhythms, Dana's voice somewhere outside the glass, the elevator opening and closing, the ordinary percussion of a working building. Jade sat inside all of it and felt the specific quality of a world that has just rearranged itself around a single piece of information.

The beach house was secluded and luxurious, perched right on the edge of the cliffs with large floor-to-ceiling glass doors that opened onto a private wooden deck overlooking the endless dark ocean. Moonlight danced across the waves, and the distant crash of surf provided a constant, sensual soundtrack. Marcus Rivera led Sophia Brooks inside, his large hand firm and possessive on her lower back, fingers splayed just above the curve of her ass. The moment the heavy door clicked shut behind them, the playful energy from the evening shifted into something intensely kinky and electric.

I shivered as his fingers slowly crept higher, teasing the edge of my shorts before pushing the fabric aside. Two thick fingers traced my slick, swollen pussy lips, then sank deep inside me without warning. I had to bite down hard on my lower lip to keep from moaning out loud. He curled them expertly, stroking that sensitive spot inside me while his thumb found my clit and rubbed slow, teasing circles. “Such a naughty, dripping little cunt,” he whispered so quietly that only I could hear it, his breath hot against my ear. “Soaking Daddy’s fingers while your mother sits right next to you.”

The words seemed so out of place in my hands, but I could hear Janice’s voice echoing in my mind. “This place could be your fresh start, Eli. You can make your own rules here. They’ll pay well, and treat you right, just keep your head straight, alright?” Janice, my cellmate. The one person who had given me hope when it seemed like there was none. She had been the one to introduce me to the world of high-end escorting, a world she had known for years. She’d made it clear that it wasn’t about what people thought, but what you could make of it. A way to escape the labels, the accusations, and the people who thought they knew your story.