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The woman I became causes me to cringe. I wore my jealousy, envy, and pain like a cloak. The shroud festered and grew with each joyful mother I glimpsed. I was hyper-focused on what I couldn’t have instead of celebrating what I had. I coveted other mothers, and that’s a sin. I’m not naïve enough to believe I am free of sin, but coveting others... That’s not the real me. I can’t believe how my green-eyed monster fed on my despair, and it grew with each passing day.

I replied. There was a silence, a moment of recognition. He cleared his throat. "What sins have you come to confess today, Serena?" he asked. His tone tried to be pastoral, distant, but I noticed the tension. I noticed how his breath hitched for a second before saying my name. I leaned closer to the lattice, so close my lips almost brushed the wood. The scent of clean soap and manliness emanating from his side of the booth intoxicated me. "Lust, Father," I whispered. "I can’t stop having impure thoughts. They are constant. They consume me."

Paul milks him until he's spent, until there's nothing left to give. As the waves of pleasure subside, Richard comes back to himself with a start. He realizes the enormity of what he's done, the gravity of his sin. He looks at Paul, sees the smug satisfaction on his face, and feels a surge of anger and self-loathing. "You should go," he says coldly, pulling away from Paul's touch. "Now." Paul stands up slowly, a wicked grin playing at the corners of his mouth. "Of course, Father," he says, his voice dripping with false deference. "I'll leave you to your prayers."

"With extreme pleasure, boss." Ben Carter, vampiric CFO of the Sterling Cosmic Corporation, activated the Supernatural Ledger's enforcement protocols. The system had been designed to collect debts from cosmic entities, and it did so with the merciless efficiency of an automated tax collection agency powered by the combined financial infrastructure of the universe. Collector-Seven's portfolio was the first to be seized. The mercury entity let out a shriek of financial agony as its entire net worth, accumulated over the lifetime of a dead universe, was violently transferred to the Sterling accounts. Its sleek, elegant form shrank, tarnished, and collapsed into a miserable puddle of base metal.

This position allowed him to hit even more profound angles, his cock bullying her cervix with each plunge. Her full ass pressed against his pelvis, the earlier handprints throbbing under his grip. He spanked her again, alternating cheeks, the rhythmic slaps syncing with his hips. Her skin glowed crimson, the pain blending seamlessly into pleasure, heightening her submission. Francis's free hand snaked between them, fingers finding her clit once more. He rubbed it in firm circles, then pinched and pulled, drawing out fresh waves of slickness. Elina's eyes rolled back, her small body overwhelmed by the onslaught.

“I can’t stop thinking about it. It’s taken over my nights. Even now, it’s all I can picture.” My mind, against my will, sparks to life. I squeeze my hands together, knuckles white, forcing myself to breathe. “You know God’s mercy is infinite,” I say, the line I use for everyone. “If you’re truly sorry—” “I’m not sure I am.” Her interruption is soft, playful, but there’s an edge. “Is it still a sin if you enjoyed it?” Her question lands squarely between us. I hear myself swallow. “It’s not pleasure itself that’s the sin,” I manage, but my voice cracks a little, betraying me. “It’s what you do with it.”

“You want me to bribe her? With Alejandro’s money?” “I want you to frame her,” he corrected, his voice dropping to a soft, venomous whisper. “I’m going to transfer a significant sum to her. A payment. It will look like she was in on it from the start. Like you and she, the two wronged women, conspired to embezzle from my dear old dad. When the authorities investigate, they’ll find a digital trail. A payment from Sofia’s account to Carmen. A clear-cut case of collusion.” The sheer, diabolical genius of it was staggering. He wasn’t just ruining Alejandro. He was forcing Sofia to destroy her best friend, to drag Carmen down into the mud with her. It was a betrayal so profound, so complete, it f

It’s been three days since I started talking to Jason on my socials, he asks questions trying to know more about me. Asking about my family, where I am from, where I’m based. Coincidentally, we stay in the same city, just few miles away from each other. He spams me with his pictures, always shirtless, and he has nice worked out abs and chest. He also has a cute face, and a nice voice. We make midnight calls, talking for hours, mostly dirty talks. Which builds sexual tensions between us, he asks me to send him sexy videos of myself, and I spam him with my regular videos.

What the hell am I doing? “No.” I snap, jumping to my feet and pushing her backwards against the desk. Her moans had brought me out of my trance-like state, and I know I can’t do this. “We can’t, it’s wrong, Selina. You’re my daughter's best friend.” I snap, backing away from her and trying to pull my trousers up. “I’m an adult, and what Clarissa doesn’t know can’t hurt her.” She says, advancing on me, “I’ve wanted you to fuck me for years now.”

That control of that kind, the kind that hides itself, the kind that uses loyalty as currency and silence as infrastructure, was the same thing as stewardship. He was wrong. He was wrong in a way that cost real people real things. Catherine. Margaret. The others whose names are in the SFO file. But he was not simply a villain. He was a man who chose the wrong architecture and built an entire life inside it and could not see the walls from inside the structure. I know something about that. "Adrian," Elara says. "Yes," I say. "I heard you. Four to six months." "Are you all right," she says.