Chapter 71: Broken vow
Allen didn’t waste a second. His hands grabbed Veyna’s wrists behind her back, yanking them up hard, locking her into a fucking merciless full nelson. Her head snapped back, throat exposed, trembling under his brutal grip.
"Shhh," Allen whispered low and filthy in her ear, voice thick with menace. "Not so loud now, huh, little slut?"
His cock slammed into her dripping, gushing pussy with savage force—SCHLK-THMP! SCHLK-THMP!—each thrust echoing like a filthy drum in the quiet room. The sheets were soaked, but Allen wanted more mess, more chaos.
Veyna’s eyes were wide, swimming with panic and arousal. She could barely breathe, every nerve on fire, and the worst part? Kael was dead asleep right next to her, totally fucking clueless. His chest rose and fell slow and steady, soft snores barely audible—completely unaware that his wife’s cunt was being demolished just inches away.
Allen pulled her back harder, forcing her hips up, fucking her deep enough to make her choke on a sob. Her pussy clenched around him, tight and desperate, and then—without warning—her whole body shattered.
She squirted.
A hot, thick gush burst free, splattering directly onto Kael’s sleeping face.
The slick, salty wetness dripped down his cheek, over his nose, pooling around his mouth, soaking into his shirt.
Veyna’s heart slammed. She froze, terrified—horrified—that Kael might wake up from the filthy mess dripping all over him. But at the same time, her cunt clenched and fluttered, drenched in shame and burning arousal.
"Master..." she whimpered, voice shaking like a frightened animal caught in a trap. "I... I didn’t mean to... please..."
Allen’s grin was dark and cruel.