FORBIDDEN VELVET VOWS

Never forever

Lyra's point of view

I froze at that moment. The warm water and bubbles suddenly felt cold against my skin.

“No,” I whispered. The words left my mouth before I could think. “No, Damian. I would never marry you.”

Just like that, everything died.

The steam, the heat, the passion between us vanished in a single second. Damian’s face changed completely. Disappointment and confusion washed over him all at once. His green eyes, which had been burning with hunger just moments ago, now looked hurt and lost.

I retreated immediately. I stood up from the bubbly water, my naked body dripping, soap bubbles sliding down my breasts and thighs. Without saying another word, I stepped out of the tub and walked straight to the large window, my bare feet leaving wet prints on the floor. I stared out into the dark city lights, my mind spinning.

Marry him? The word felt heavy and terrifying in my chest.

Soon enough, Damian joined me. His hands gently slid onto my waist from behind. His hard c**k pressed against my bare ass, still throbbing from everything we had done. He slowly turned me around to face him.

“I… I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice full of regret. “Lyra, I didn’t mean to frighten you. It just came out. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before.”

I couldn’t speak. My throat felt tight.

“Okay… just forget what I said,” he continued softly, his hands stroking my sides gently. “Just be with me tonight. Let me make you feel good, baby. Let me f**k you slow and deep the way you deserve. Look how hard my c**k is for you. Feel it pressing against you. It’s aching so badly. Please, Lyra… just one night. Let me slide inside that tight, wet p***y and make you c*m until you can’t think straight.”

His words were desperate, the kind men always used when their c**k stood painfully hard — raw, pleading, and full of lust.

I didn’t let him finish.

I pushed him hard on the chest. He stumbled back and fell onto the bed.

“Stop, Damian!” I yelled angrily. My voice echoed in the room. “I can’t do this anymore!”

I quickly grabbed my dress from the floor and pulled it on with shaking hands. My mind was splitting in different directions.

My bare feet moved fast down the dimly lit hallway. My body kept brushing against naked men and women who were f*****g openly against the walls. The smell of cigarette smoke, sweat, and s*x filled the air. Moans and grunts surrounded me as I ran.

Finally, my eyes met Madam Rosette. She was leaning against the wall, chewing her gum lazily.

“Finished so suddenly?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. “Such a handsome man but he only lasted five seconds? What a pity.” She spat on the floor and motioned toward me. “Where’s the tip? You could share, you know?”

“No tip tonight,” I said quickly as I ran past her toward my room.

In the brothel, my small private space was called “The Red Chamber” — a tiny room with three beds, a cracked mirror, and a door that actually locked.

I slammed the door behind me and collapsed onto the bed. I lay there all night, my mind racing in the worst possible way. Marry? The word sounded strange now that he had said it. It made my stomach turn. I kept replaying his teary green eyes and the way he had begged me.

Slowly, the loud music from the club died down. The hallway became quieter.

Then I heard the door to the next room open. Maria staggered in with her boyfriend Patrick. The sound of their heavy kissing and laughter disrupted the silence.

I sat up quietly in the shadows of my room. The connecting door was slightly open, giving me a clear view. I stayed hidden in the dark, watching them.

Maria’s t**s were huge. They dangled and bounced heavily as Patrick pushed her onto the bed. He grabbed them roughly with both hands and sucked hard on her dark n*****s, making her moan loudly.

“f**k, Patrick… yes, suck them harder,” Maria groaned, arching her back. Her voice was drunk and needy.

Patrick laughed and bit one n****e gently. “You love it when I play with these big t**s, don’t you, baby?”

He pushed her legs wide open. His hand went between her thighs, rubbing her wet p***y roughly. Maria spread her legs even wider, moaning like a w***e. His fingers slid inside her easily, making wet sounds that filled the room.

I couldn’t look away.

My hand slowly moved down my own body. I slipped it into my panties and started touching myself. My fingers circled my swollen c**t as I watched them.

Patrick pulled out his c**k. It was way too little — small and thin compared to what I was used to. But Maria didn’t seem to care. She grabbed it eagerly and stroked him fast.

“Why is she with him?” I thought to myself. His c**k is so small… but he sure knows how to use it.

Patrick climbed on top of her and thrust inside her in one smooth motion. Maria cried out in pleasure, wrapping her thick legs around his waist.

“Harder, baby! f**k me harder!” she moaned loudly. Her huge t**s bounced wildly with every thrust. Patrick pounded into her, grunting like an animal.

“Yes! Right there! Don’t stop!” Maria screamed, her nails digging into his back.

I fingered myself faster, matching their rhythm. My p***y was soaking wet again. I rubbed my c**t in tight circles while watching Maria get f****d. Her moans were loud and shameless. Patrick’s small c**k was hitting her in just the right spot, making her body shake.

“c*m for me, you dirty slut,” Patrick growled, thrusting faster.

Maria’s body tensed. She cried out loudly as she came, her p***y clenching around his c**k. Her huge t**s shook as she trembled through her orgasm.

The sight pushed me over the edge. I bit my lip hard to stay quiet as my own orgasm crashed through me. My fingers stayed buried deep inside my p***y, feeling it pulse and squeeze while I watched them.

Even after I came, I kept watching. Maria pushed Patrick onto his back and climbed on top of him, riding him hard. Her big t**s bounced up and down as she f****d him, moaning his name over and over.

I touched myself again, slower this time, lost in the dirty scene in front of me.

But even as pleasure filled my body, Damian’s words kept echoing in my head.

before I got distracted again.

Patrick thrust into Maria harder and faster, his small c**k disappearing inside her wet p***y with wet, slapping sounds. Maria’s huge t**s bounced wildly with every thrust, her moans getting louder and more desperate.

“f**k, I’m gonna c*m!” Patrick groaned, his face twisting in pleasure.

Maria grabbed his ass and pulled him deeper. “c*m inside me, baby. Fill me up!”

With a loud grunt, Patrick’s c**k sprang out with force as he pulled back. Hot, thick c*m shot out in powerful spurts, landing across Maria’s stomach and big t**s. He collapsed on top of her, panting heavily, his body shaking as the last drops leaked from his small c**k.

Maria laughed breathlessly and patted his back. “Good boy.”

But she didn’t let him stay long. She clipped her fingers in the air.

“Now get the hell outta here before Rosette sees you,” she whispered urgently, pushing at his chest.

“Let me stay a little longer, baby,” Patrick begged, still breathing hard, trying to cuddle against her huge breasts.

“No, Patrick. Get lost,” Maria said firmly. She pulled him up from the bed and slowly shoved him toward the door while he was still half-naked, trying to pull up his pants. I watched everything with a small smile on my lips from the shadows.

I gently took my hands off my p***y before speaking.

Taking risks again, I asked, my voice cutting through the room. “Enjoying yourself?”

Maria gasped loudly, spinning around. “b***h! You almost killed me!”

“Yeah, of course I did,” I said, laughing softly as she turned on the light.

She ran toward me, still completely naked, her big t**s bouncing with every step. She jumped onto my bed and grabbed my arm excitedly.

“Now tell me… I want all the juicy details,” she said, eyes wide with curiosity. “How was your first time with Mr. Rich Guy? Did he f**k you good? Was his c**k big? Did he make you c*m hard? Tell me everything!”