MY TABOO STEP DADDY
Hmph.
Warmth swallows me. I peer down to see Harry choking on my girth. My fingers dig into his scalp, trying to stem the anger, the image of Selene’s lifeless eyes glaring at me.
I move my waist, squeezing the device. “You’re a snake. You’ll ditch me at my weakest.”
“Yes, I will,” Godfather says firmly, voice mixing with Harry's muffled grunts. “But this is different. I’m willing to lower my standards.”