Page 11 of Fierce Vows

The frown is back.

“Of course.For how long?”

Willow’s drawn-out moan and that wet sloshing sound of her fingers working her juicy as fuck cunt has my cock in my hand as I turn away from the madame and place the cash on her table.

“Forever.You’re marrying him.”

Silence falls between us, loud enough to hear her jaw hit the floor.

“Whose family, Rafe?”

“Mine.”

Willow smiles and opens her mouth as I approach, sucking on the head of my engorged cock as she works her fingers frantically between her legs.I catch her creamy, plush thigh and hold her open, reaching for her clit and swirling my fingers around sensuously.Her back arches.

“No fucking way.”

“I’d do it if I were you.”

“Why would I marry into your fucking family, Rafe?No one leaves alive.No.One.Remember?”

I do remember.The same as her.Her mother screaming as she held a six-year-old Bonita to her chest over the blood splattered bodies of her son and husband dead at the hands of an old enemy my father dispatched too late.

“I remember your mother’s new husband sold your father’s debt—along with you—into a sex trade.Let me make up for losing your brother, Bonita.”And the rest.

Willow’s lips do terrible things to my cock.I throw my head back, slinking my fingers into her hair as I pull her closer.She gags prettily for me, saliva and tears mingling in my precum bubbling around her lips.

“You think you can make up for that?For any of it?”

“I just bought your freedom, this house, and the entire fucking block.Every whore on it.Do what you want with them, and the land.Make it a halfway house.A respite.A care center.I don’t give a fuck.It’s all yours, and yours alone under your legal name.Just ...do the job.”

Bonita is beside me before she speaks again.“Which one?”Her fingers trail across Willow’s cheek, sliding down to play with her nipple.“I told you I’d do her for free.”

She kneels between Willow’s legs, licking and nibbling while my wife moans freely on my cock.

Unable to tear my eyes from her face, I release her hair and lock my fingers through the collar that adorns her neck and use it to choke her on my cock.

“Let’s play your favorite game, wife.Can you come before me?If not, then she stops.And I’m very close.”I breathe heavily and enjoy the panic that flares in Willow’s forest-green eyes as my balls tingle.

She’s shaking and screaming before the first stream of my cum paints her throat.

It’s a good business day.

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