Page 307 of Rage

Sins Of The Father

By: Rebecca Rathe

Chapter One

Levi

"Heavenly Father, we come before you today, humbled and grateful for your love and grace. Thank you for your gift of salvation through…"

"Jesus, you’re serious? What are you—Oh, God…"

"…We acknowledge, Oh Lord, that without your strength, we are weak…"

"Uunnngh—"

"…your help to live in purity and righteousness. Lord, we pray that you will guard our hearts and minds. Help us to honor you with our thoughts, our actions, and our…"

"Levi? I can’t—Ungh—ahh—I’m?—"

"When temptation comes our way, give us the wisdom to recognize it and the courage to resist. Strengthen our resolve, Oh Lord, and surround us with your peace. We ask you to fill us with the power of your Holy Spirit…"

"Oh. My.Gahhh—Levi, I'm gonna?—"

"…In Jesus' name, we pray."

“OhhhGooooood!”

A-fucking-men.

I groan, capturing the jets of Adam's hot load as he spills into my mouth. The bittersweet flavor of his cum coats my tongueand the sounds of his delicious blasphemy fill my ears. Fuck, he's almost loud enough for the congregation to hear him.

The head of his fat cock pushes his cum further into the back of my throat, and the effort to not swallow too much causes me to choke. He stills and pulls back, cock still twitching as it slips from between my lips.

Cool air hits my heated body as Adam pulls his robes up to look down at me. I greet his worried expression with a knowing smirk. He's about to start freaking out. Now that I've sucked the cum from him like a thick milkshake through a thin straw, the post nut clarity is hitting him. He's worrying about the state of his soul when he leaves this earth and stands before the pearly gates. Or what his father would think.

"Are you okay?" He asks, eyes wide. Ever the gentleman, he's making sure he didn't hurt me before worrying about himself. I give it a moment, waiting for it to sink in.

Three… Two… One…

A small, choked gasp leaves him as he steps back, letting his robes fall. His pants are still undone, spent cock hanging out of his underwear and dripping onto the front of his khaki trousers.

The small table behind him jostles when he bumps into it. "Communion," he whispers, remembering what he was supposed to be doing back here. He spins around, frantically touching everything, making sure it's all in place. It is. I’ve been waiting here like a predator, knowing he'd have to step back here to collect the communion tray for Pastor Reynard.

Adam takes a deep breath, his thickly muscled chest caving inward as his shoulders droop. I stand, adjusting my erection so it's pulled up against my stomach, hopefully hidden well enough behind the waistband of my black dress pants. I smooth out my grey dress shirt while I give Adam a moment to collect himself.

The poor guy has been on edge all morning, trying to avoid looking at me as I burned holes into the back of his head fromthe last pew while he sat at the front with his family, hanging on to every word Pastor Reynard said and jumping up to perform his duties as assistant to the pastor. The altar boys, or whatever they call them, are busy getting the recreation hall ready for the potluck. I took a risk and assumed Adam would have to retrieve the communion tray, and it definitely paid off. Honestly, I didn't expect him to cave the way he did. He’s been putty in my hands since the first time I made him come by doing nothing more than cupping his crotch and whispering in his ear that I knew his secret.

Sweet, soft, simple Adam, the prodigal son of Senator Mathis Havre. He's the textbook definition of a himbo. Tall, dark, and handsome, built like a renaissance statue, and dumber than a box of rocks. Always ready to show his love of Jesus through the efforts of helping hands and hard work. And since ignorance is bliss, he's always happy. Well, he was. And then I set my sights on him. There was no going back once I noticed the way his hazel eyes burned into me with an interest that I’m pretty sure he still doesn’t understand.

I should feel bad for the way I affect him, but the truth is I revel in it. I feed on it like a bloodsucking leech.

Adam wants to believe the best of me. He wants to believe I'm a good little Christian boy just like him, no matter how much I show him otherwise. He's too good—too sweet—to see that I've planted myself next to him to get something I need. To find my way in. A wolf in sheep's clothing that will eventually tear his carcass apart to get what I want.

I'm here for a reason. And I won't be satisfied until I expose every evil bone in his father’s body. Until the whole world knows what kind of man Senator Havre truly is and what he's capable of. What he's done to cover his own tracks and keep his shiny public persona squeaky clean.

His son will suffer for his sins.

Adam turns around, face flaming red and sweaty, like he's already being roasted over the pit of hell. A smile, although not exactly a kind one, spreads across my lips.

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