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The air in the fucking room was running out and I just wanted to get up and slap Maddox so fucking hard that it would end his life. "I'll go check if dinner is ready " my mother broke the awkward cold silence, walking out of the room and leaving me in the King Brothers. I don't know why I felt so betrayed, I don't care about Maddox like that. It was just a fucking human attraction. I wanted him, nothing more. But I can't forgive myself I allowed to show weakness in front of this man. Many times in front of him I said how I don't want to be part of this marriage and I even insulted Angelo, but he never said anything back and he had the chance.

Sage Despite what everyone said, what they will continue to say, despite the anarchy he raises, Dante Sokolov is sin wrapped in a gloriously beautiful male human body. And he's what truly living feels like. This substantial, nebulous force that could never be watered down or put out. When we agreed to be friends with benefits last year, I knew he'd be bad for me. I never really cared. I was caught up in his hot body and sexy accent that felt velvety in my ears.

The gentle breeze rustled through the leaves, whispering the echoes of hidden truths that had tainted my world. Patricia's confession, her revelation of carrying a child that did not belong to her mate, Luke, replayed in my mind like a broken record. The betrayal, the tangled web of deceit, tore at the fabric of our friendship, leaving wounds that I feared might never heal. How could I reconcile the image of the innocent girl I had known with the woman who had succumbed to temptation?

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.

Damian holds my hand as I slowly stand up from the bed on wobbly legs and follow him out for the room and to our own. "That was a good sex. Grazie," I say as he closes our playroom door. "I'm so proud of you. You took three different dicks so well," he says as he lays down on the bed and pulls me to cuddle him. "None of them were even you," I say and he lets out a small laugh. I frown when I realise that means I've just had sex with three different men and none of them were my boyfriend. I'm a whore. "Why are you sad?" He asks and makes me look up at him.

She smiles and scoffs, “I see you haven’t healed from when I got you.” I scoffed and folded my arms across my chest. “As if I wouldn’t heal from your petty crimes. I got these yesterday after having sex with my mate… you see, he’s real rough, but that’s how I like it.” I sneer at their shocked expressions. “I see you’re living well and the Alpha’s really don’t care about the consequences of their actions.”

then her eyes met mine. They were dark. Deep. Alive. Fierce in the way. And had that pull that made me drawn to her. My wolf stirred...then growled. Mate. No. No, this couldn't be. I inhaled and took a step back, pulse pounding, cold anger rising in my throat. She is my mate. This was a trap. This wasn't a desire. This was madness. Seven mates died. And yet here I was, already stepping into the grave. "Alpha Rowan." Cole managed to mutter in my ear, bringing me back to reality.

“You arrogant son of a bitch—” “That’s ‘#1 New York Times Bestselling Arrogant Son of a Bitch’ to you.” “You published us?” “I published a story,” he corrected, voice all silk and sin. “Your name’s not in it. Not yet.” “You wrote about fucking me.” “I wrote about fucking the woman who moans like she’s dying and lives like she’s scared of wanting something real.” My jaw clenched. “Take it down.” “No.” “No?” “Elena,” he said, low now, almost serious. “You came alive in that lodge. Don’t pretend you weren’t as fucked up by it as I was.”

“Yes. I needed to feel wanted, loved, cherished, something. I don’t know if taking turns and fucking all of you back-to-back was the healthy way to do that. But for those few hours it made me forget about that video and the fact it was going to be played for Declan and Reilly as part of the supporting evidence for the sentencing.” “That experience was…” “It was slutty, vulgar, degrading…” “…Alsie, it was amazing, sexy, wild, raw, and passionate. Are you kidding me?” “What?” “Yea, there isn’t a single one of us that hasn’t thought about doing that. All of us would sign up to do that again in a heartbeat. We already share you, you’re our mate, there are eight of us. We hardly ever get one-on-o