MY TABOO STEP DADDY
MAFIA FANATIC after bankruptcy the billionaire asked me to marry himdumped the scumbag, now i'm married to a billionairemarried to my billionaire stepbrotherfather i don't want this marriage characters
(THIRD PERSON’S POV)
Wet, obscene sounds echo through the sanctuary, flesh meeting flesh, violation made audible. Unfiltered. Raw. The kind of debauchery that would make demons applaud.
On the sacred altar.
The so-called platform of Christ.
The embodiment of white and righteousness.
This table is meant for Passover and holy wine, not cum and blood washing through the picture of the messiah engraved on the pulpit.
Church bells toll in the distance. The smell of incense, candle wax, and sweat. And him—Dakor—Weed and gin. Strong like his assaults. Unyielding.