Broken Vows
604 Words
The silence in the house after Jimmy left was deafening. I sat on the floor for what felt like hours, staring at the closed door, his words echoing in my head.
“If you see him again… don’t bother coming back.”
Tears kept falling, but my body was still buzzing from the night with Jax. My p***y and ass were sore, marked with his handprints and bite marks. The conflict was tearing me apart.
I called Jimmy over and over. No answer. Only cold, short texts:
Jimmy: Don’t call me. I need time. The kids are with my parents this weekend.
I felt like the worst wife and mother in the world.
And yet… when Jax texted me again, I couldn’t resist.
Jax: Come to me. I’ll make you forget everything.
At 6pm, I drove to his apartment like a woman possessed.
The moment Jax opened the door, he saw my tear-streaked face and pulled me inside. Instead of f*****g me immediately, he did something unexpected he held me.
For the first time, he wasn’t rough. He sat me on the couch, wiped my tears, and listened as I cried about Jimmy leaving.
“You did the right thing,” he murmured, stroking my hair. “He couldn’t handle a real woman like you.”
His words should have made me angry, but they comforted me in my broken state.
Soon, comfort turned into passion.
Jax kissed me slowly at first, then deeper, more possessive. He carried me to his bed and undressed me gently. For the first time, we made love slow, intense, and intimate.
He entered me missionary style, staring into my eyes as he thrust deep and steady.
“You’re mine now, Lily-Rose,” he whispered. “I’ll take care of you.”
I came hard, clinging to him, moaning his name as fresh tears fell.
Afterward, he held me in his arms.
But the gentleness didn’t last long.
By midnight, the old Jax returned. He f****d me like an animal — doggy style, then reverse cowgirl, choking me while I rode him. He made me scream so loud the neighbors probably heard.
“Tell me you’re leaving him,” he demanded while pounding my p***y.
“I… I can’t,” I gasped.
He slapped my ass hard. “Say it anyway.”
“I’m leaving him… for you,” I lied, cumming violently.
Jax filled me with another massive load, claiming me completely.
The next morning, reality crashed down.
I woke up to multiple missed calls from Jimmy’s mom. My heart dropped.
When I called back, she was furious.
“Lily-Rose, what the hell is going on? Jimmy told us everything. He’s filing for divorce. The kids are asking for you.”
I broke down again.
I rushed home, but the house felt empty. Jimmy had already taken some of his clothes.
On the kitchen table was a note:
I loved you more than anything. But I can’t compete with him. I’ll fight for custody if you continue this. Get help.
My phone rang. It was Jax.
“Are you coming over again tonight?” he asked casually.
I hesitated. “Jimmy wants a divorce. This is destroying my family.”
Jax’s voice turned cold. “Then choose. Him or the life you really want. Because I’m not a side piece, baby. I want all of you.”
He hung up.
I stood in the middle of our family home, completely lost.
My marriage was ending.
My addiction to Jax was growing stronger every day.
And worst of all… a dark part of me was excited about the freedom.
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