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“I am Monsieur Frédéric. But you may call me Father Cade.”
And right now, I am not a worthy man. Not when I’m neck deep in black waters, wading through this obsession that’s reached out and wrapped itself around my neck like a noose, choking me until I can’t suck in air. Esmeralda.
Never thought I'd love reading about an obsessed priest so much
A wave of possessiveness pours down my spine, thick and hot. There’s a split second where I consider my choices. Where I try to be a decent man. But that’s all it is: a second.
“I hear karma’s a vengeful bitch.”
just because the Swiftie in me thinks this is so Taylor coded <3
She’s able to put me under her spell with ease, and I’m a believer in dark magic.
Why is he suddenly everywhere I am? His stare immediately finds mine, and like a moth to a flame, I take an involuntary step closer.
Amaya Paquette is a test to my chastity. And I’m terrified I’ll fail.
But now, I fear, I am the devil.
She will be my downfall, because I am just a man, and for her, I am weak.
“Tempting me again, mon trésor?” I shake my head, biting the corner of my lip because being surrounded by him is overwhelming. “We said we’d be friends.” “We are,” he groans. “Best friends, even.”
I’m demented. What kind of person is half in love with their stalker?
For so long, I hated her because I feared her. And now I fear her because I crave her.
“Eyes on me, mon trésor.” I demand.
“And what do you know of obsession? You’ve been tormenting my mind since the very first moment I saw you.”
“You think you’re obsessed, petite pécheresse? You don’t know the meaning of the word.” And then he’s on me.
We’re toxic for each other; therapists would tell me to scream as loud as I can and run in the opposite direction. But I’ve never been one for doing what I’m told.
“Do you want me to say yes, petite pécheresse?” He leans in, licking along the shell of my ear. “It wouldn’t be a lie. I’ve been everywhere you are. Watching you. Aching for you. Killing for you.”
One of his hands leaves my hip and cups my cheek. I lean into the touch. “I’m going to love you. Because loving you hurts so much more.”
“I saw you with him and lost my mind,” I say, curling my finger inside her. “I killed him for touching you.”
“You said you’d never hurt me,” I murmur into his skin. “Never again.” “Every time you hurt yourself, you hurt me too,” I whisper. “Please stop hurting me.”
“Sister…” I add, right before I walk out of the door. “If something happens to her while I’m gone, I will make the devil look like a saint.”
You see, I worship Her now…so it’s to Amaya that you should pray. May She have mercy on your soul.”
She is my Bible. My scripture. My religion. She is everything, and I am nothing without her. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for her.
