Meet Esteban, a carefree, 21 year old bachelor by day and bullfighter by night.
Since the night of his father's death, Esteban has made it his personal mission to kill every single bull in Espana, no matter what stood in his way.
But what happens...
Anais Lightly edited Remember •chapter• means Smut
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I ran my fingers against the shiny wooden pews of the solemn church, thinking of all my past words and actions. A long row of candles were lit by the altar and some pews, illuminating my path.
I stood still, remembering every Sunday; getting dressed to go with my abuela to church services, cooking for fellowship luncheons, the long sermons that echoed against these quiet walls. I hated to admit it, but I didn't miss any of it. I missed my abuela, but not the overly religious festivities.
I walk over to the confession booth and open the curtain, taking in the small room before sitting. My eyes cement onto the statue of the blessed Virgin Mary who was erected just across the pews.
A rigid chill coated my spine as I take in her solemn expression. It was if she was judging me for every sin I committed.
I take the curtain and push them back to close, making sure to ice my myself from the outside world.
"Dear Mary, mother of God. I came to confess to you today. I want to ..." I stop my words, unsure of what to say. Before I can even finish my prayer, I start crying, pushing my head against my thighs before sobbing into my lap. "I love Esteban. But... I feel like ever since I met him, my life has been falling apart. My grandma hates me, my friends hate me. I feel as if I have to choose between two worlds and I don't know why I feel this way?"
I hear footsteps from beyond the box and stop my tears to assess the sound.
Esteban gently opens the curtains and locks eyes with me.
"I'm sorry Esteban...I thought it would be a quick confession" I frowned. He sees me crying and steps in, pulling me into his lap then kissing my lips with care
"And why do you cry mi amor?"
"I don't know Esteban"I cursed, desperate to avoid his gaze.
"You don't know or you don't want to tell me." He voices.
I shrugged, looking into his eyes as he stared into. A sliver of light illuminated his deep brown eyes and I couldn't help taking in his handsome features. He saw me staring and smiled, pulling my jaw against his before engulfing me into his lips.
We smack carelessly, our heated smacking carrying throughout the quiet church. I straddle his lap, gently running my fingers against his soft brown curls as he attacks my tongue.
He lifted me up, moving forward to close the curtains behind us before slipping off my panties and gently rubbing my flower.
"Esteban" I cursed trying to remind him to maintain some decency. We were not only in church but in a confession room.
"You said you needed to confess right?" He whispers, gently running a palm against my stomach.
"Yes" I sighed, clutching his neck as he went deeper.
"Your sins cancel out in church. They don't count. You never heard that?"
"No" I giggled, staring into his eyes. I wondered where he got his spiritual advice from but before I could ponder I gasped silently, pushing my lips against his nick as his fingers weaved deeper.
"Mariela...she called me a whore when I went to talk to her" I confessed, cursing at his intimate touch.
"You are far from that Anais." He vowed kissing my neck as he held me tight.
"We're going at it in church... maybe I am?" I whispered, separating myself from him one I realize my actions.
"You're not Anais." He fumes, pulling me back into his warmth. "Plus All of Espana thinks you're one for sleeping with me. Who cares?"
I pulled his fingers out, lifting myself from his lap. I knew he was trying to make me feel better but his words stung my ego.
"Anais I didn't mean it like that" he cursed, pulling my waist towards his figure.
"I don't care about the magazines or the tabloids and what they say! But the words hurt when it comes from someone you love"
He sighed, pulling me into his arms then kissing my cheek. "Anais...many times people will call you out of your name. You don't think I get my fair share of name calling?"
I shrugged, not really thinking about the downside to his fame.
"They call me so many things. Tabloids curse my father, they curse my mother, they always say I will never be as great as my dad. I had to see my fathers pictures in the front page papers... my mother didn't pick up a newspaper for a year"
I push my palm against his neck to caress it as he confesses. I never really thought about all the trials and tribulations he had to go through being El Jefe. I always thought of him as the famous matador but never just Esteban.
"You either go high and ignore them or go low." He said kissing me again. Before long, he unbuttoned his belt, sliding his member inside me. I gently allowed him, riding him and lifting my head. I catch a glimpse of the mural of angels above us. I knew I should have felt horrible seeing every holy eye watching us but I didn't... not anymore.
Esteban pulled my cheek towards his, kissing my lips with care before pulling me closer.
"We're going to hell" I cursed, riding him carelessly as he steadied my waist. He chuckled at my sentiments, un fearful of the caution. He rested his arm around my waist before lifting me up and pushing me against the wall of one side of the booth. My legs fell against the ground as he quickened his pace.
"We're in church Esteban" I wiggled but he smiled and shrugged.
"You're not supposed to f*uck the confession booth?" he teases, kissing me softly. I shook my head no but let him continue.
"Esteban" I cursed, telling him to caution but he continued smacking me with heat as he pounded against the wall. The rigid walls of the four cornered booth shook with our scandalous actions. I wanted to scream and curse but knew it best not too. Someone could catch us!
Esteban pulled my waist tight, turning me around and bending me low, guiding me faster and slower until he reached his climax.
"Fu*ck" he cursed beneath a tired breath, collapsing into the chair and pulling me close. We continued kissing and holding each other until the night moon shone through the church glass.
"Come on. Let's go" he advises, lifting me up. He help me dress before pulling in his clothes and peeking out the curtains. "Coast is clear" he whispered, turning over to me and smiling.
He grabs my hand leading me down the church aisles until we make a dash and sprint out the doors.
I giggled and he laughed, both of us running to the car before speeding off into the night.
——- Author Note:
Y'all still alive?
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I keep in starting new books but don't finish /update the old ones....
Anyways let's get this to 100 reads for another chapter.
