(CARLTON’S POV)The devil lurks in the dark, waiting for a piece of me. I didn’t forget to lock the door. I forgot my virtues. Orgasms feel more honorable than morals, master's degrees, and money. It’s the only thing I can’t buy. Three months since Mom married him. Twelve weeks of this nightly ritual. Eighty-six days of hating myself. And it only gets worse. The same cycle of taboo. Kneeling on all fours as he pounds inside me. Pleasure in exchange for his relief.I’ve tried resisting, but his innuendos are like curses. His cock is addictive like junk– one bite leads to another, but I’m never satisfied.Cuddled in my bed, I pretend not to be aware of the figure in my room. Cloaked by the shadows, stealth like a snake, waiting for a rat to sneak too close, before throttling it fangs deep. I’m that Rat. Worse, I crave his bite, that onslaught of venomous pain through my veins, like yesterday. My nostrils flare— cedarwood, sweat, and the salty whiff of cum. Jagged breaths, grunts,
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