Jax stood nearby, wiping sweat from his face as he watched the interaction with marked interest.
"So Mother Teresa will take d**k after all. On her knees no less. About f*****g time. Suck your sister’s p***y off your king's c**k or we’ll be f*****g you forever, Janet. Get your mouth on it. Now," Jax snarled, then chuckled darkly.
Out of patience, Vincent grabbed his c**k from Janet's grasp, yanked her head forward and pressed his d**k up to her lips.
He didn't jam it down her throat though. Jax might have, but not Vincent.
"Open. Now," he demanded, his d**k aching with need as the authority in his voice boomed throughout the room.
Like those two words alone had flipped a switch in her brain, Janet buried her revulsion and pride to obey.
"Yes, Padré'," she cooed meekly, still eq
