Rotten Fruit Tastes Sweetest
This fucking Demigod looked like he had just walked out of a magazine.
I had always wondered how he'd look while naked. Sorry, us. And here we were, clothes ripped off and ready for sin.
“You'd be my stepsister in a few weeks, don't you care?”
I shook my head quickly, almost like cutting him off.
“No, I don't.”
“This is forbidden.” He pressed a smirk on his lips. He wasn't just interrogating me, he wanted to know the level of my desperation—how eager I was for this.
“Rotten Fruit tastes sweetest,” I mentioned, grinning like an idiot. “Soren, now I don't care about fucking taboos.”
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