These Hollow Vows Smut Novelas e Histórias

"You filthy little thing..." I couldn't stop. I didn't want to. The sounds—wet, obscene, perfect—only made me harder. She sucked me deeper, and the way her tongue curled beneath the head had my knees damn near buckling. "You think this is holy, sweetheart?" I growled, thrusting gently into her mouth. "You think you'll be saved after this?" She looked up at me with those wide, tear-pricked eyes. My cock buried in her throat. Drool trailing down her chin like she belonged to this moment, to me.

“But it still shakes me.” “That means you’re human.” He kissed the top of my head. “And still healing.” Later that night, I sat at my desk and opened a blank page. I began typing the first words of what would become my book. Title: The Anatomy of Betrayal By Dr. Elena Hart “This isn’t a story about revenge. It’s a story about what happens when the lies dissolve, and all that remains is the truth—raw, unspeakable, and liberating.”

“No more games. No more secret meetings. You’ll go nowhere without my men. You’ll speak to no one I don’t approve.” “I’m not your prisoner.” “You are now.” Her lips parted like she wanted to scream. To strike. To fight. But Dante could feel the breaking point. It was close. So close. And it exhilarated him. “You’re angry,” he said quietly. “Good. Let it burn. Because when the wedding comes, you won’t walk down the aisle as a bride.” He turned her face to his, inches apart. “You’ll be dragged there… as my possession.” Then he walked away, leaving her breathless, broken, and shaking beneath the weight of his vow.

He let out a hollow laugh, slouching against the doorpost. I rubbed my temple, already regretting this. “Is this conversation going to be worth it, Noah? I expected a sober man. Not a drunk idiot.” He rolled his eyes and took another swig from the bottle. “Yeah, right. Now I’m an idiot.” His laugh was low and bitter. “At least I wasn’t the one scammed by both his fiancée and her lover.” I stilled. “What?” The word left my mouth before I could stop it. “Lover?” narrowed my eyes. “What the hell are you talking about?”

I wondered how he did it so easily, lying without an ounce of conscience in his body. I used to believe in vows. I used to dream of the day it would come. How happy and peaceful I’d be with whoever man I’d be lucky to end up with. Julian was the only guy who came close to filling that mysterious man’s face. But even in my dreams, his face was only a blur. Just a by-product of my whimsical thoughts. This man in front of me managed to take all that away from me in just days. Here I was on my wedding day and I couldn’t be more miserable.

I don’t really know what happened and how I woke up to be here, but I was so sure there’s some strange connection between I and that strange pervert, even though I would hate to admit it. “I don’t know what he sees in you. You’re just some sick girl from the ghetto. Well, he promised to divorce you after some months, I can’t believe he gave out his jersey that I got him for his birthday to a low life cunt.” A low life? I scoffed shaking my head. Wait, what did she mean by divorce me? Are they playing games with me? No, I wouldn’t believe what this seemingly insane girl is saying. No, I refuse to believe I got forced into early marriage. Fuck! I’m just seventeen!

I watched Josh through half closed eyes, he was sweating profusely and looked like he was enjoying himself. It was a covenant sealed in a room that smelled of damp walls and desperation. The torn cream lace was on the floor, a heap of ruined promises. On those yellowed sheets, amidst the noise of the nighttime slum outside, we claimed the only thing the VC couldn't reach. For a few hours, the danger didn't exist. There was only the heat of our skin, the weight of his promise, my moans, his groans and the silent, terrifying knowledge that by dawn, the loom of thorns would start pulling the strings again.

“Breed me again. Fill my slutty cunt until it overflows. I want to feel your hot cum flooding my womb while the whole city might be watching.” Mr. Vance slammed in deep with one brutal thrust, bottoming out against her cervix. Sara cried out at the stretch, her pussy still sensitive from the previous rounds. “Fuck, this cunt is so loose and creamy now,” he groaned, starting to pound her hard. The table shook beneath them. Wet, obscene squelching sounds echoed in the large room as his cock churned the cum already inside her. “Listen to that. Your pussy is so full of my seed it’s making filthy noises every time I fuck you. You’re nothing but a walking cum bucket now.”

he whispered. I gave him everything I had. Hollowed my cheeks and sucked hard while my hand stroked the base. I bobbed my head faster, taking him deeper each time, relaxing my throat until my nose brushed his stomach. Saliva dripped down my chin. I moaned around him, the vibration making his thighs tense. I used my other hand to cup his balls, rolling them gently while I sucked like my life depended on it. Ethan’s breathing grew ragged. “Mia… shit, that’s the best I’ve ever had. Your mouth feels incredible. Don’t stop, baby.”

I nodded, breath hitching as he slid one thick finger inside me. “Read tonight’s first vow,” he said, nodding toward the notebook beside us. “While I get you ready for my cock.” My hand trembled as I reached for it and opened to the newest page. “I vow… to crave your touch even when I’m supposed to be working for her,” I read, voice breathy. “To let you use my body as your secret outlet… until the guilt only makes me wetter.” Lucas groaned softly and added a second finger, pumping them deep and steady while his thumb worked my clit.