~WRITER’S POV~

AN HOUR AFTER ARIA LEFT

“Oh you are so good! Right there, my Lord! Yeahhh!”

Bertha's moans filled the room as she grinded herself on Damon’s cọ́ck, her boobs bouncing on her chest.

“Promise me once she stops the wedding, you will make me your official wife,” she demanded as she increased her tempo.

As soon as Damon heard Bertha's request, his face contorted. Each time he heard the word official wife and Luna, his bones clenched hard.

Trusting had become so difficult for him ever since his parents death and the fact that he could never guess his uncle's next vessel to trap him made him wary...