All Chapters of Temptation In The Dark: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Father Julian’s POV“Father, forgive me, for I have sinned…”I furrowed my brows in confusion, glancing at the wooden divider, even though the small holes in the screen were too narrow to offer a clear view of who sat on the other side.“Is that how they usually begin?” the voice asked. It was high-pitched and sing-song, instantly drawing my attention. She giggled, a soft, airy sound. “I don’t know. I’ve never been to one of these things before…”“Y-you haven’t been to a confession?” I blurted out.Of course, dumbass, she just said that. I cursed internally. Realizing the slip, I quickly made the sign of the cross, muttering a prayer under my breath.“You sound really young, Father.” She giggled again.Chills traveled down my spine. I adjusted my collar, suddenly feeling hot despite the chill of the air conditioning in the booth.“Do I have to always call you Father? I don’t know, it just feels weird. I can tell you’re young…”There were rustling sounds, like she was shifting

Father Julian’s POVI woke up on Friday morning with a skip in my step. I went through my routine humming hymns, a delightful smile on my face. I had taken great care in preparing my robe that day for confession. I sat in the booth, only half-listening to the others ramble about the sins they had committed since their last confession, while I waited to hear that one voice.It was an average day, to be honest. Someone confessed to lusting over his brother’s wife; another lady had conceived the thought of killing her husband over life insurance fraud. Just the same old, boring sins.The time stipulated for confession was drawing to an end, and I had almost given up on hearing that sweet voice, when the wind carried her vanilla scent across the room.I sat upright.“Hello, Daddy!” she greeted excitedly.I could imagine the big smile on her face. I dramatically cleared my throat to hide the excitement in my voice.“It’s Father…”“Something tells me you like it when I call you Daddy

Candy’s POVFather Julian wasn’t ready, or at least, he still thought he wasn’t. I left him after that electrifying kiss we shared, even though every inch of my body was screaming for him to keep touching me.He didn’t know it yet, but he was playing a losing game. There were a lot of things he didn’t know; things he would never know. I liked the fact that he thought he was in control. I liked that he believed our meeting was by chance.I took off my coat and stepped into the rain, clad in nothing but my lingerie. I attracted curious glances; a few people yelled at me to get out of the downpour. It was a heavy rain, but I didn’t move. This was my last ace.I had always known Father Julian. I had sat through more of his masses than I could count. At first, I went for the fun of it, It was a joke, listening to him talk about hell and my soul being trashed, especially when the men in the front pews were the same ones paying to touch me on Tuesday nights. But I digress.I had seen him

Chloe’s POVThe street was packed with people in beautiful costumes, but I couldn’t take the time to admire it all because all I could feel was the sharp, steady cramping in my gut. Great timing.I ducked into a dark alley behind a club. I hiked up the white nursing dress I had on to check for leaks."I swear to God, if my period comes out tonight, I’d lose my shit,” I cussed under my breath.“I can smell it on you,” a deep baritone voice said from the shadows.I jumped, nearly hitting the wall. A guy was leaning against the bricks near some old crates. He looked like he’d stepped out of a movie—pale skin, sharp features, with a cloak that dramatically billowed in the breeze. He stepped forward into the dim light and I froze. His features were perfect, almost etched from marble. Long, dark wavy hair cascaded down his back, framing a sharp jawline and blood-red lips. But his eyes were what got me. They were dead. Just pitch-dark voids that didn't reflect a single spark of the neon

Chloe’s POV I couldn't look away. I was gawking at him, amazed at the stark, impossible contrast of his skin—he was blindingly pale, almost glowing in the light filtering through the loft windows. His cock was thick and long, not like any I had seen before. His long fingers wrapped around himself in a slow, deliberate stroke. The sheer size of him sent a jolt straight down my spine. It didn't look real, yet every rhythmic movement of his hand proved it was. Every single alarm bell in my head was screaming at me to turn around, yank the heavy wooden door open, and run into the crowded Halloween night. This was insane. I was in a stranger’s loft, watching him stroke himself, his eyes fixated on me the whole time. But my legs wouldn't move. The room was silent, save for the agonizingly quiet sound of his palm sliding against his cock and the small grunting sounds he made. Seconds stretched into minutes. I stood transfixed in the center of the room, my hands clenching the oversiz