Page 52 of Forbidden Harvest

“You took every drop,” I whisper, my voice thick with affection. “Such a hungry little cum-slut for me.”

She shivers in my arms, nuzzling closer. I know she likes the dirty talk and the taboo nature of it. It’s like a drug to her, and I’m happy to supply her fix.

“I want it all,” she murmurs, tired and content. “Always.”

I can’t help but smile. Hearing her say that does something to me. It’s not just about the sex, the taboo of our relationship, or even my dark desires. It’s about us.

“You’re mine, and I’m yours,” I tell her. “Always remember that.”

She hums in agreement, snuggling closer. “I am. And you’re mine.”

Hearing her acknowledge our connection, something I’ve always known stirs up emotions I’ve kept locked away.

I hold her tightly, my heart pounding in my chest. I’ve always felt this pull between us. From the moment I first saw her, I knew she was special—my stepsister but also my soul mate. It’s like there’s an invisible thread connecting us, pulling us together despite the obstacles and the taboo nature of our relationship.

“I’ve waited so long for you,” I confess, my voice hoarse with feeling. “For this. For us.”

She lifts her head, her eyes meeting mine. “I know. I feel it, too, Jared. This connection. I assumed only I felt the connection, but it’s always been there, burning inside me.”

Her words resonate within me, echoing the truth I’ve kept hidden. I’ve tried to ignore it, push it down, but it always resurfaces, stronger each time.

“You’re the other half of me,” I whisper, my thumb tracing patterns on her bare skin. “My missing piece.”

She shivers, her eyes searching mine. “I feel whole when I’m with you. Like everything makes sense.”

In that moment, we’re more than just lovers caught in a forbidden affair. It’s deeper, more profound. It’s a soul connection, a recognition of something fated.

I kiss her then, gently at first but with growing intensity. Our lips move together, conveying the depth of our feelings without words. It’s a joining of souls.

Our kisses turn frantic, and I feel it in every fiber. She’s my other half and the light that guides me.

Our tongues dance a sensual battle for dominance, reflecting the power dynamics of our relationship. But it’s not just about control; it’s about surrender, about the exquisite torture of yielding to the undeniable pull between us.

We lose ourselves in the kiss, and I know this is just the beginning. We have a lifetime to push boundaries and indulge in our forbidden love. Together, we’ll find a way to make this work.

All I need is her—my soul mate, my other half—the only person who truly understands the darkness within me, accepts it, embraces it, and wants me despite it.

28

ARIA

The day our parents are due back hangs over us like a dark cloud. It’s finally here, and I dread facing my mom after everything that has happened since she dropped me off at the carnival.

Will she sense I’m no longer an innocent little girl?

That my stepbrother has defiled me?

I steal glances at Jared, his eyes sparking with an intensity that both thrills and intimidates me. Together, we’ve crossed lines I only ever read about. But as the reality of our parents’ return looms, I can’t help but wonder how we got here.

Jared’s obsession with me didn’t start overnight. It was a slow burn, which seemed more like hatred. He has yet to open up to me about his mom; anytime I bring her up, he gets closed off and irritated. All I know is that his childhood before moving here is the reason for his darkness.

Jared’s reaction to learning about my father’s abuse proves that he is driven by a fierce protectiveness that makes me feel safer than I’ve ever felt.

It’s hard to believe Jared has watched me for years, even after leaving. Watching me, biding his time until I turned eighteen to claim me. That night, when Jared took me captive, I saw theextent of his obsession, and it was the most addicting thing I’ve ever fucking experienced.

He had planned everything and forced me into a twisted game of submission and control. And yet, even as I fought against him, a part of me craved his touch and yearned for him.

Now, as we sit in the aftermath of our depraved one-week exploration, knowing our fantasy is about to shatter with the arrival of our parents, neither of us has anything to say.

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