Janet was panting hard, innocent eyes glassy with tears she refused to let fall. Her voice came out shaky but venomous.
“You’re the devil,” she spat, the words laced with agony. “An asshole who doesn’t know how to treat women. I’ll find a way to get away from you. I swear it.”
When she gritted her teeth to suppress a moan, her t**s heaving as a whirlwind of emotions washed over her, Vincent’s c**k twitched hard inside her at her defiance.
"No other c**k will ever f**k you, daddy's w***e," he grunted, letting his d**k talk for him again while an overwhelmed Janet lay beneath him, weak and vulnerable.
Just the way he f*****g liked her.
So what if he did?
So f*****g what?
The b***h was his to do with as he pleased.
Give her to Luca. Don't. It was all up to him.
"Your f*****g li
