I told my priest I was selling my virginity. Gabriel Thorne is twice my age. A priest. My confessor. My secret obsession. For a year, I’ve worshipped him in silence, burying the ache in my chest and the fantasies I was sure would damn me. But when I show up for the auction and find him waiting? When he strips off his collar and pulls me into his arms? I forget every reason this is wrong. Because when I whisper “Daddy” against his throat, he goes feral. Forgive Me, Father is a very spicy instalove age gap novella starring a…
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