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I blinked. "I am your dirty little slut, Professor Michael Bollin," I added. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back to stare at him. "That's right. And every bad slut must get punished by their owner." I nodded. “Punish me, daddy,” he said. “Say it in a loud voice, like you mean it.” A lump rose in my throat. I swallowed hard in a bid to push it down. But despite the gallons of spittle that I swallowed with it to do the job, it still would not bulge.

“You are the bride of a god.” Her breath caught. “Bride… of a god?” Her fingers tightened around the ring. “What bride?What God” She has never met any God let alone to consent to any marriage. Wait he couldn’t possibly mean his bride right? She gasped as it dawned on her she was referring to himself. So he is a God? Ivana stood there confused as several thoughts flooded her mind. “Yes, mortal.” His eyes bore into her. “And being bound to you…” His jaw clenched. “Only deepens my hatred for humans.”

“What on earth is this I’m hearing from my book club friends? Trailer trash? Selling your body to boys for money? Have you lost your mind? Have you forgotten everything we’ve taught you?” Ethan didn’t look up. He just sat there, too tired to argue, too drained to even lift his head properly. Margaret paced the small room, her voice rising with every step. “The Bible is clear! Leviticus, Romans, Corinthians — all of it warns against this abomination. This is the devil’s work, trying to lead you astray. You think you can hide this from God? From me? I raised you better than this. We pray every day for purity, for strength against temptation, and you’re out there throwing it all away for… for w

“Come on, baby. Trust me.” Naomi hesitated. Every sermon her mother had ever preached rang in her ears—warnings about “godless places,” about losing herself, about how girls who wandered off the righteous path always paid dearly for it. And yet, the sight of Nick’s hand stretched out for hers made her chest ache. She took it.

SINNER’S PRAYER (G×G) EVELYN HARPER & LUCIA VALDEZ EVE I have always known I was damned. Every Sunday I sit in the same pew, third from the back on the left, fingers worrying the rosary beads in my lap while Father Michael speaks of mortal sin and the fires that wait for the unrepentant. I nod along, my lips moving silently through the responses, but my mind is elsewhere. My gaze drifts to the stained-glass windows, to the painted lips of the female saints—lips I have imagined pressed against my own in the dark of my bedroom while I touch myself and then cry into my pillow afterward.

I couldn’t— “I can save you.” I gasped. The voice appeared out of nowhere, whispering in my head softly but dangerously. Ash. I looked around frantically, but all I saw was darkness. “I’ll save you by killing them all.” His voice came again, almost sounding like a promise. “Come on, little lamb, all you have to do is ask.” I closed my eyes, bit my lip until it almost bled. I didn’t want to. Killing was a sin. And if I did it, that meant I also had to accept his contract offer. He’d bind me with that sinful deal.

More and more of my juices pulled out, coating his face as he worked my clit in relentless circles. I had to admit the truth to myself, entangling myself with not just one but two of my stepbrothers was unquestionably forbidden. The weight of the situation was heavy on my conscience, and I knew I was walking on a precarious path. It was a forbidden desire that I couldn’t easily untangle, no matter how much I told myself it was wrong.

He asked. “I’m saying Alessandro already knows I’m here.” She replied. “He knows you’ll guard me like a priceless asset. Which means he’ll plan around that.” She stepped closer to him, lowering her voice. “But if I move freely… if I stop looking like leverage and start looking like bait…” “No.” Axel said sharply. Rebecca didn’t flinch. “You taught me this world. You taught me that power isn’t about hiding. It’s about control. Instead of hiding, I could be a bait to draw Alessandro out.”

"You do not want a kiss, how about you get down on all fours, my sweet vixen?" My ears pique in shock. I risk a glance at him and gone is my amused husband, in his place is a part of him I do not recognize. There is something burning in his gaze as he stares at me — lust. I am trembling under his scrutiny. He steps away from me. "I do not like to repeat myself, Lilith so do as I say if you do not want to see what I would do to you for not listening to me." I can take the yelling and the whips anytime, but this? Do I even have a choice now? After all, my Father knew what he was doing when he made me and not Riya the sacrificial lamb.

It carries the weight of my deadpanned soul awaiting a release in the atmosphere of hell. I envy the demons who are alloted to travel across the realm without any obligation or signing the exit contract in Satan's chamber. That red book levitating beside Satan's bed is like a pet to him; he takes it while he is on his rounds in the realm. Only the hardcore tainted souls who have killed and died with the victims should sign the book of exit... especially, me for he has placed me on the lowest pedestal.