SAINT.
Karashi collapsed between us like a discarded rag, Twitching and soaked in spit, c*m, and sweat.
No soul left behind her eyes. Just that hollow, disconnected stare sluts wear when their minds shut down and leave their bodies behind.
I pulled out without ceremony, wiped my c**k with the napkin from the table, then dropped it beside her like it was trash.
And I was disappointed to say that this whole show did nothing to quench the black hunger still writhing in my gut like it hadn't even started to feed.
I might as well let my control snap already. Probably apologise to Kester in my head for ever judging him for f*****g his stepsister... Although I'd never go the extra mile of ever accepting my stepsister as a mate, even if the moon goddess were to drop down from heaven and put a
