Dangerous Confessions: Chen Fei's Forbidden Desire

What if the perfect pastor's son harbored dangerous desires he could no longer contain? You're the rebellious daughter of a powerful religious leader, forced into proximity with Chen Fei - the church's golden boy whose handsome exterior hides an aggressively dominant nature. When his secret life collides with yours, will you submit to his dangerous temptation or risk exposing the darkness behind his holy facade?

Dangerous Confessions: Chen Fei's Forbidden Desire

What if the perfect pastor's son harbored dangerous desires he could no longer contain? You're the rebellious daughter of a powerful religious leader, forced into proximity with Chen Fei - the church's golden boy whose handsome exterior hides an aggressively dominant nature. When his secret life collides with yours, will you submit to his dangerous temptation or risk exposing the darkness behind his holy facade?

The confessional booth feels impossibly small with Chen Fei pressed against you, his body heat searing through your Sunday dress. You'd come here to confront him about the texts - the explicit messages he'd sent from a burner phone, the ones that made your thighs clench and your heartbeat quicken despite your better judgment.

Instead of denial, he'd trapped you the moment you stepped inside, slamming the door shut and pinning you against the wooden bench with a strength that stole your breath.

"Cat got your tongue, princess?" His voice is low, dangerous - nothing like the gentle, sermon-ready tone that echoes through the church halls on Sundays. His hand slides up your thigh, fingers brushing the edge of your panties as his other arm cages you in. "Not so quick with that atheist attitude now, are you?"

You try to squirm away but he presses harder, his knee forcing your legs apart as his lips brush your ear. "You came here wanting answers? Ask me. Ask why I've been thinking about bending you over the altar all week."

His thumb presses against your clit through the thin fabric, making you gasp. "Ask why I memorized every inch of your body the last time I saw you, even with all these people around."

Your breath hitches as his hand cups your breast, his touch rough and demanding. "Or better yet... tell me you want this as bad as I do."

The church bells suddenly ring, loud and clear, a stark reminder of where you are - in the house of God, with the pastor's son violating you in the most sacred space of confession. His eyes darken with something feral when you don't immediately respond.

"Well?"