After I had mocked him, he hadn't said a word.His usual cobalt blue eyes that vacillated between aquamarine and icy blue were dilating and the corner of his orbs had turned pitch black.I could sense that he was thinking of ways to hurt me and give me hell.Since I had still not recovered he couldn't beat me up like he wanted to so he was just quietly listening to me.And why would I not speak? I was so done mustering tattered remnants of my dignity. His mouth came down on the flesh of my throat, chewing my skin like a sharp-set biped, he swayed my hair to the other side."Do you realize you're going to have a brand new cunt with all the stitches gone in a week?" He grunted trailing his tongue along my neck and pressing it across my pounding nerve."That's what you always do. Hurt me and beat me. Why don't you just get rid of me if you want to beat me for every wrong thing you think I'm responsible for? The loss of credibility has us at crossroads once again" I cried out, the tone o

Veronica : My eyes didn't leave the floor when the door of our room was slammed open and shut. I gulped in the air, staring at my wedding ring, not ready to look at Roy."Didn't know the ring was the nicest gripping thing to gape at" I heard his gloaming voice as he clutched my chin and held it up which made our eyes meet.My reaction time tapered off when Roy's mouth captured mine in a galvanizing kiss as his body loomed above mine compelling me to sway back on the bed.His hands clasped my face still kissing me like an unfed rogue while his knee joints parted my legs as he breached in between my legs.I grabbed his hair, tugging at them as his kiss rose feral, his tongue projected with mine whirling around every corner of my mouth.His fetching crazed eyes drank in my body when I wrapped my right leg around his torso for support, out of air.His hands tracked down. Mauling my breasts, he broke our kiss and craned his neck licking the swell of my breasts while kneading them in a ta

Veronica: "So, what were your views on our kids, piscin?" Roy cocked walking behind me, following me to our closet."Those two are my kids, too and if you closely look into their lives they are not even three yet, that's one legit reason to not buy them a fucking modern playhouse worth ten million dollars" I quibbled."Yeah, go and eat a carrot, rabbit" He mocked me standing behind me, helping me to unscrew the diamond choker around my throat."If I'm overindulging by wanting to be around them, then it's helicopter parenting, but you two can do anything? Why would any three-year-Old need a private island and a gangster-themed playhouse having drug lord dolls selling Molly? Why can't you see, this is so wrong. Dau was asking me 'why do daddies call you, their whore? Does whore mean hooker because Papa Roy told me your mom was a hooker' You refer to me as a hooker in front of our children and why do they know the difference between Crack, Heroin, and morphine but don't know how much tw

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