Mafia Priest (Mafia Princesses #1) Read Online Portia Lux

Categories Genre: Romance Tags Authors: Series: Mafia Princesses Series by Portia Lux
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Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 25136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
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Forgive me, Father, but I’ve been naughty…
He may be a priest, but he looks more like one of my family’s enforcers. The blue-black stubble along his jaw. The way his shirts strain over his muscles.
For two years, I’ve confessed my sins to him. Drawing him deeper into my family’s world is wrong, but I’m a prisoner in my own life and Salvatore Costa is my only hope.
So tonight, I’ll do more than confess. If I have to, I’ll beg.

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One

Salvatore

When the bell rings, I step forward and play my part. Men packing heat fill the pews, but I don’t flinch. I’m a worse sinner than most of my troubled flock. The Church claims my slate is clean, but I know I’m going to hell. Not only for the sins of my past life, but because of her.

Bianca Mancini.

She’s everything I desire and nothing I deserve. She watches me now from the first pew. Only her innocence prevents her from seeing the truth.

Her innocence draws me toward her.

Her innocence is why I’m damned.

She’s intoxicating and I’m drunk. I yearn for her, burn for her, can’t get her out of my head. Awake or asleep, she’s always on my mind.

Bianca on her knees, face glowing as she takes not the body of Christ but my cock into her mouth. My hand fisted in her thick, dark hair as she swallows every last drop.

Bianca bent over the altar, flushed cheek pressed against cold stone. Her moans echoing off the rafters as I pound into her again and again, my seed filling her.

Bianca round with my child, her luscious breasts even fuller. The dawn light kissing her face, lashes dark against creamy skin while she dreams beside me.

Bianca lying on sunbaked sand. Her thighs parting as I devour her cunt like it’s my last supper. Her sweet juices coating my face the baptism I long for, the last sacrament I’d ever need.

She’s the greatest temptation I’ve ever faced. The sway of her hips as she approaches the altar. The slow parting of her lips as she sticks out her tongue, so eager to receive the body of Christ. She’s nineteen, yet as superstitious as the old women, refusing to hold the host in her delicate hands. And when I finally do place the wafer in her mouth, she always rewards me with an expression of pure bliss, angelic rapture in the form of a teenage girl.

Before taking the cloth, I fucked plenty of women. But sex was a satiation of animalistic urges, another cheap thrill—on my good days. In my darker moments, it was a fucked-up attempt to feel a connection to anyone at all. Leaving that behind was easy. Celibacy seemed worth redemption. And before Bianca, it was.

Now I question my vows every goddamn day.

Not only because I’m tempted, but because someone needs to take her in hand. Take that blouse… All it would take is undoing one more fucking button and her tits would be fully on display. She’s obviously testing her grandfather. Seated beside her, he looks lucid enough, but that he even allowed her out of the house dressed like that suggests he’s slipping.

Doesn’t she know she’s surrounded by sharks? Despite her sheltered upbringing, she must know how men respond to her. And while I may be a priest, I am still very much a man. Yet no woman has ever gotten under my skin like this. The layers of love, lust, and obsession weave a web too fucked-up to untangle.

I’m tangled up in her now. Her gaze pins me in place, demanding I pray to a god who won’t intervene. I became a priest to atone, but this isn’t penance—it’s torture. Standing on this altar rock-hard for a teenage virgin is sadism only Satan could devise.

Yet somehow, I deliver the homily without declaring to the entire congregation that she’s mine. Somehow, I place the wafer on her tongue without pushing her down onto her knees and making her swallow my seed instead of watered-down wine.

I give the final blessing, telling my flock to go in peace despite knowing they won’t. The scent of sweetness and cinnamon taunts me as I pass her pew, following me out of the sanctuary.

I evict the altar servers from the vestry once they’ve changed into street clothes. Oscar Wilde claimed the way to defeat temptation is to yield to it, but Bianca is a temptation I can’t indulge—and not just because of the promises I made to the Church. Yet as I remove my vestments, I fear she will break me.

Aching for her, I palm the hard ridge of my cock through my pants. I’m desperate for relief, but I won’t find it here. Because God help me, I still have to shake the parishioners’ hands.

Yes, even hers.

Bianca

Polished beads slide through my fingers, but my head is filled with sin. As the rows empty behind me, I long to run outside, but the men in my pew can’t know that.


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