MY TABOO STEP DADDY
he nips on my tongue before biting down like an animal.
Fire pools in my taste buds, blood at the back of my throat, leaving me gasping for air.
His Adam's apple works as he gobbles my blood like a vampire, groaning, fingers crushing my jaw, as he what-shall-not-be-named me savagely. “What do we call this?”
His ragged, nicotine breath mixes with mine. “Rivals don’t kiss each other, do they? Or have you come to accept me as your husband?”