Chapter 1
Scarlett’s POV
“Father Michael, please, I need to confess something terrible right now, I can’t wait for the confessional booth tomorrow,” I whispered through the crack in the door, my heart pounding so hard I thought it might burst out of my chest as I stood there in the dim hallway of the rectory late at night, the cool air from the stone floors seeping up through my thin socks and making my legs tremble even more.
I had snuck in through the side entrance after choir practice ended hours ago, my mind racing with all the filthy thoughts that had been building up inside me for weeks, thoughts that made my p***y ache and my n*****s harden just from picturing his stern face judging me.
I pressed my ear closer to the wood, listening for any sign that he was awake, my breath co
