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"Is that what you call it?" He pointed a trembling finger toward the glass window behind me. "Look at them. Look at what your ambition did to them!" A wave of nausea washed over me as I slowly turned my head. Through the clear glass, my squad sat scattered across the bullpen. Miller was slouched in his chair, a thick fiberglass cast wrapping entirely around his right arm and neck. Santos had a black eye so swollen it looked almost black, his chest tightly bandaged under his shirt from three cracked ribs. Two other officers sat slumped at their desks, nursing dark, hideous contusions, their faces pale with pain.

🌶️ WARNING 🌶️ The following chapter contains adult content. Please, choose wisely IF you want to read such chapters. This content is meant for an audience of 18+ and ONLY. You've been warned, leave now or regret later. Enjoy, sinners x Kieran

I was really hoping for lucky tonight. I kept refreshing, biting my lip, my pussy already tingling just from reading the dirty descriptions. Finally, a match notification came through. Same interests: rough sex, no names, anonymous, high libido, no limits. The profile was simple — no picture, just a short bio that said “I’ll give you exactly what you need. Hard. Deep. No mercy.”

It was not a legal document; it was not a threat — it was a list of names; eight names, to be precise — four of them the victims of the 2002 fire, four of them living family members, with addresses and contact details listed beside each. At the top of the page, in typed text: *These people don't know each other. They don't know about the inspection report. They don't know about the settlement clause. But they will, if you don't call me by Thursday.* At the bottom, a phone number. Lara stood in the lobby holding the page, and her face was absolutely still — that stillness again, the one that meant the shock had not yet surfaced. I looked at the page, then at her.

It was her fault. Tania. Tania she had met in rehab. Another woman trying to stitch herself back together under fluorescent lights and supervised group sessions. The connection formed quickly—two people who recognized the same hollow places in each other. They talked in the halls when the staff weren’t listening. They held hands several times under a blanket and shared deep secrets in the bathroom in their crave for human touch within walls where no single man breathed. Kai heard and he visited. Weeks later, Tania was gone. Official story: granted leave early. Reality: Kai’s cleaners again. Accounts erased. No one online remembered her name after a week.

"Son, I don't think referring to yourself as the devil is anything any Christian would want to do." I turned to face him, hating him already. Then reached out my hand for a handshake. "Father Reed, it's a pleasure to meet you." "And you're—?" Father Reed trailed off as he waited for my reply. "Damien Raeken." I clenched my fist, letting my gaze roam his appearance. "You did mention that God forgives all who sins. So…you mean, God would forgive every sinner who confesses their sins?" "Yes," he replied solemnly, but I wasn't sure that meant he agreed.

I moaned, unable to stop it. “Look at you,” he said, his voice was low. “All shy and trembling. But you’re not a nun yet.” He leaned closer, his breath was warm on my cheek. “Let’s make sure you never want to be.” Then his voice dropped into a growl. “You’re my filthy little angel tonight. So go ahead… confess your sins to Daddy.” --- TO BE CONTINUED… --- Author's Note: Hey everyone, thanks for checking out my story! I've been so excited to share Mirabel's journey with you all. I've always been fascinated by stories about forbidden love and impossible choices, and this one has been a blast to write.

Ara sat at her desk just before bedtime, staring at the blinking cursor on the screen. Writing had completely changed for her. No longer was it just a job or a creative outlet. Every word she typed now was a way to process the terrifying truth. Damon Marshall owned her. Every orgasm, every rough thrust, every filthy word he whispered had rewired her completely. She wrote to make sense of how addicted she had become to the man who had bought her for one month. She wasn't sure what she would do with herself when the contract expired.

A general at war: cast off the ballast to sink the enemy’s ship more surely. I sit on my bed, legs folded against my chest. I could look into it. A clinic in a nearby town. Make an appointment. Invent an excuse for a day’s absence. Use money I don’t yet have… but could steal, after all. One theft. One sin to erase another far greater one. One sin. The word is there. Sin. It belongs to no religion I practice, to no doctrine I consciously follow. And yet it is lodged deep inside me like a poisoned thorn.

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.