Janet hated that one of her first thoughts before her possible execution was that not getting f****d by Vincent was somehow bad, but there it was.
Her body wanted her enemy's c**k.
She was dripping like a f*****g faucet for him.
Vincent didn’t believe that Janet hadn't c*m for a second.
The way her body shook. The pleasure tainting her lust filled gaze, even now.
She had to have c*m for him.
But if she was willing to lie straight to his face just to protect her chance with Luca, well he had to fix that delusional thinking, didn't he? The conviction with which she fought her fate mesmerized him. Something dark and possessive settled in his chest.
Vincent was in too deep now. Breaking her spirit alone wasn't enough. Something far more f****d up was brewing in his head. He brushe
