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I haven’t seen June’s eyes this terrified since the night I found her nearly naked, wet, and beaten lying by her organ. They weren’t like this as we encountered the demons, not when we were in the burned convent, not even as I crept into her room the first time as the masked man. I’ve only seen her afraid twice—and both times were because of her mother, Jill, who now sits waiting to confess.

“It has been two weeks since my last confession. These are my sins.”

I don’t say a word, make a single sound, June frozen in my arms.

“I—” Jill shuffles in the other booth. “The screen is closed, Father. Will you open it?”

June stiffens further. Fuck. I steel myself, looking deep into June’s eyes. I want to tell her it’s okay, it’ll be okay. I will handle it. I will comfort her. I will make Jill go away.

I clear my throat. “Sorry, Miss Forester, I’m not feeling my best today. I offered to hold confessionals for Father Callum, but I do not wish to get anyone sick.”

She giggles and I can hear just how fake, how rehearsed it is. “Oh, I don’t mind. You can open it.”

This woman grates my nerves. “I do. So I’ll be leaving it closed.” Before she can speak again, I say, “Your sins, please.”

Jill slowly begins to drone on about artificial sins. Being jealous of the other ladies in the church for their nice clothes and rich husbands, for looking at Father Callum and other men in the church when she should be purely devoted to Daren, for cursing here or there—but she never takes the Lord’s name in vain, thank you—for gossiping to others, for not honoring her parents because she hasn’t called them in months.

It all is artificial. Fake. And it fills me with rage that she doesn’t confess for the actual sins she’s committed. For hurting her daughter, body and soul. For leaving her to get raped by the sicko she’s planning on marrying.

My hand grips on June’s hip, digging into her beautiful curves. Her warmth fills my palms, easing my mind and—

And June starts to move. My cock is still buried inside of her, and slowly June takes more of me, filling herself with me. I turn to her, her eyes sparkling, a little mischievous. She’s ignoring her mom. She’s taking what she wants—pleasure—and she’s not letting her mother take it from her. June’s eyes flick to me, looking up at me through her long lashes, asking for permission to keep going, to keep pleasing herself.

I swallow, placing both hands on her hips as June bites into the Bible to stop herself from moaning, nodding. June leans back, placing her hands on my knees, opening her chest and giving me full visibility of her huge tits.

As Jill drones on, June picks up speed, using her thighs and balance on my knees to ride my cock, her tits bouncing with each move. I watch where our bodies connect, entwine, and the sight of me sliding out of her, covered in her wetness, will forever be ingrained in my mind like a world-class painting. My cock feels like it’s being milked as she sucks me in with each movement, her back arching more and more as her tits bounce in my face.

I throw my head back, ignoring Jill’s voice completely and only focusing on my sweet songbird, riding my cock as I’ve always dreamed—taking what she wants. My horny little she-devil. June is so tight and warm, my breath catches as my head hits the wall again. I’m covered in her wetness as she drips down my cock. I want to fill her with my come so bad, watch as it slowly drips out of her pussy, know that as she walks through the church with her little dress on, she’s not wearing any panties to stop it from leaking down her thighs. Another little secret for just the two of us.

My little songbird is a fucking sight to behold, and seeing her bounce for me is far superior to every single dirty thought I’ve had in the last thirteen years. Her pussy pulses around my cock, and I cannot wait to see my dick covered in her come as my fingers had been. I cannot wait to keep fucking her through it, to—

“And then there’s the matter of my daughter,” Jill’s voice somehow makes it past my ragged breath, June’s accelerated heart rate, even as June’s pussy clenches around me. “I feel the need to confess for her sins, because they are mine as well.”

I stiffen again, clutching June in my grasp, holding her still.

A knot in my throat grows, and I struggle swallowing around it. “And what sins are those?”

“You haven’t known her for long, Father Marcelo, but Junia is troubled. She loves attention. Needs it like a whore. She uses her body to manipulate men into wanting her, tempting them.”

June flinches, the Bible finally falling from her lips and between us on my stomach, her fear making my blood boil. She doesn’t need to be hearing this bullshit, this—

“I mean, she’s a bigger girl. Fat, even. Which is no fault of mine. I’ve told her to eat less, but the girl just loves food . But I guess it tempts men.”

The lump in my throat is back, my jaw feels locked as I grind my teeth together. This woman—

“Daren has fallen for her temptation recently, and June ran away for attention. I know she was just trying to have him chase after her. She hates me and wants everything I have. She doesn’t want me to be happy, she just wants what I have—”

How could a parent be so vile, so awful, so—

I think back, remembering June covering herself in the mirror. Of her arms wrapped around her stomach to hide herself. Of her small flinches whenever someone moved too quickly around her. Of how much my girl fucking hated herself when we first met.

The answer is no parent. This woman isn’t her mother. She’s the evil fucking woman who birthed her and nothing more.

I pull June off me, shove my dick back in my pants, and storm out of the booth. The church looks black in my vision, the darkness tunneling around my eyes as I throw the other door open, the wood slamming into wood and leaving a deafening silence in its wake.

Jill yelps, sitting in the tiny booth, but I don’t give her the opportunity to open her disgusting mouth again as I storm into the confessional, grab her wrist, and pull .

“You’re not confessing for God’s forgiveness, you hypocrite. You’re only saying things you want to believe.” My grip on the frail woman’s wrist tightens. “You’re saying things to make yourself feel better for being an awful mother and an abysmal Catholic.”

“What are—let go of me!” she demands—and I do. Immediately. But it doesn’t stop my wicked tongue from forcing this woman to face her truth.

“You have drained the youth of your daughter. You have chewed her up and spit her back out. You’ve damaged her, more than your stupid little brain can even comprehend because you are constantly too busy focusing on your fucking self, you condescending, self-absorbed—”

“Hey!”

Loud footsteps resonate on the marble floor, approaching me with a ferocious speed I recognize. It’s one I take up every time I don the mask.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Daren yells, his finger pointing at me.

I don’t grace the fucker with an answer—in fact, it is already taking everything in my power not to rip his fucking throat out.

From the corner of my eye, I see Jill’s eyes roam around the room—but . . . she’s not looking at Daren. Rather, past him, to the parish at large. Onlookers are watching us, not a ton, but enough. I meet Father Callum’s eyes as he presses his lips together. He’s not going to stop me. Not unless he needs to. He knows these two fucking hypocrites deserve punishment. I don’t care what the parish thinks of me—in a few weeks, maybe even days, I’ll be long gone from here with June by my side. No, I want the parish to see this—to hear every wicked thing these two demons on earth have done.

“Hun,” Jill hisses. “No cursing in church.”

“I don’t give a damn, Jill. Who the fuck does this fucker think he is, touching my woman?”

“Nice,” I snarl. “Real fucking nice.”

Just then, Jill’s head snaps to right past my shoulder, and her eyes shift. It’s almost like watching an actual demonic possession as her eyes sharpen, darken, becoming more like weapons than anything else.

And then a small hand gently wraps around my arm, a soft body presses against my back—shaking.

“Junia?” her mother hisses. “You—you’ve been here ? With him ?”

Daren’s face darkens as well, his eyes locked on my songbird. “More importantly, what the fuck was she doing with you in there ?”

“You tempted the priest ? My God, you’re worse than I thought!” June flinches, but neither of us says a thing. “You slut ,” she hisses and I jerk toward her, resisting every muscle in my body, every voice in my head begging to shut her up. Permanently.

Daren straightens, looking between June and I, and as his gaze lingers on June—taking in her legs on display, the dress she wears hugging her hips, the red tint to her cheeks from moments ago—he noticeably softens. “June, sweety. You can come with us. Come home with daddy.” Jill balks at her fiancé, but Daren doesn’t flinch. He raises his hand up, expecting June to actually take it.

But her hand just tightens on my arm.

“She is not going anywhere with you.”

His bloodshot eyes finally meet mine. “And why the fuck not, priest ?” The way he said it was like a slur, vitriol spewing from his mouth. “You mad she only callin’ me ‘daddy’?” His smirk was full of yellow teeth, chapped, torn lips, and overgrown facial hair.

I step forward, moving out of June’s grip and into Daren’s face. “I don’t need June to call me daddy. Not when she already calls me Father. ”

Daren takes the bait, rearing back and attempting to punch me in the face, but the moment his fist extends, he’s wobbly. I sidestep him easily, and throw an uppercut into his jaw, stunning him back a few steps.

“Daren!” Jill gasps, and I hear others in the church do the same as Father Callum finally makes his move to diffuse the situation.

“Now for your penance, both of you—your sins will go unforgiven. No amount of Hail Marys or Our Fathers can absolve you of these sins. But be warned . . .” Jill grabs Daren’s arm, helping him straighten just as Callum reaches us. “Salvation will be hunting you. Will you finally be fucking smart enough to see it?”