Vincent pulled back just enough to speak, his voice rough and dark against Janet’s swollen folds when he purred, “Don’t thank daddy just yet, little w***e. I’m going to ruin this tight cunt first. Stretch it wide on my c**k until you forget everything else. Then I don't give a f**k who f***s it."
Janet's heart and p***y squeezed painfully at the same time.
Why did it hurt so much, the way he kept going back and forth?
They were sworn enemies. She expected it.
They argued all the time. She was used to it.
So why did his words sting differently tonight?
It was like they were making tiny cuts in her heart and for the life of her, Janet didn't know why.
A lump formed in her throat.
"f**k you, Vincent!" Janet hissed, using his first name in her anger.
Don't you f*****g cry for
