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Story: Forsaken Vows
I didn’t respond.
“And you didn’t answer when I called you,” he added, his tone tight now.
“I didn’t feel like it,” I said, still not looking at him.
There was a pause, like he didn’t know what to do with that.
Then he laughed. “You’re mad again because you’re not getting your way. You can’t want a baby that badly.”
I stood and looked up at him, finally meeting his eyes.
“No. I don’t even want your baby anymore.”
His whole face changed.
He stepped toward me, grabbed my arm, digging his nails in..
I tensed for a second.
“What does that even mean?” he asked, voice rising. His face was red—even the tips of his ears. He understood my tone. And if he didn’t, I wasn’t going to explain it.
“Nothing,” I muttered, shaking him off. “I don’t feel well. I’m going to lie down.”
His voice followed me as I walked away. “My parents are coming to visit tomorrow.”
It was on the tip of my tongue to sayfuck him and his parents.
But I’d promised Sam.
And suddenly, I was mad athim, too. He asked me to stay in this situation to benefit him—and he hadn’t even called me all day.
I didn’t say anything to Mark. Just clenched my teeth.
I headed straight for the guest room and closed the door with a quiet click when what I wanted to do was slam it so hard the hinges cracked.
But I didn’t want to give him that. The satisfaction of thinking I was mad about his fucking baby.
I didn’t even know why I thought it would be a good idea to have children with him—just for him to neglect.
Once inside, I finally let go—threw the decorative pillows off the bed, kicked off my shoes, screamed into a pillow. Beat the mattress.
Then I lay down in the dark, staring at the ceiling.
When I finally closed my eyes, he popped into my head again.
Sam.
His mouth on my neck. His fingers trailing down my spine.
I could feel the slow rotation of his hips…
His voice, low and rough in my ear, talking me through it—“Cum for me. Gimme what’s mine…”
I let my hand drift down my body. Slowly.
I was sure I was making myself worse.
But I didn’t stop.
“And you didn’t answer when I called you,” he added, his tone tight now.
“I didn’t feel like it,” I said, still not looking at him.
There was a pause, like he didn’t know what to do with that.
Then he laughed. “You’re mad again because you’re not getting your way. You can’t want a baby that badly.”
I stood and looked up at him, finally meeting his eyes.
“No. I don’t even want your baby anymore.”
His whole face changed.
He stepped toward me, grabbed my arm, digging his nails in..
I tensed for a second.
“What does that even mean?” he asked, voice rising. His face was red—even the tips of his ears. He understood my tone. And if he didn’t, I wasn’t going to explain it.
“Nothing,” I muttered, shaking him off. “I don’t feel well. I’m going to lie down.”
His voice followed me as I walked away. “My parents are coming to visit tomorrow.”
It was on the tip of my tongue to sayfuck him and his parents.
But I’d promised Sam.
And suddenly, I was mad athim, too. He asked me to stay in this situation to benefit him—and he hadn’t even called me all day.
I didn’t say anything to Mark. Just clenched my teeth.
I headed straight for the guest room and closed the door with a quiet click when what I wanted to do was slam it so hard the hinges cracked.
But I didn’t want to give him that. The satisfaction of thinking I was mad about his fucking baby.
I didn’t even know why I thought it would be a good idea to have children with him—just for him to neglect.
Once inside, I finally let go—threw the decorative pillows off the bed, kicked off my shoes, screamed into a pillow. Beat the mattress.
Then I lay down in the dark, staring at the ceiling.
When I finally closed my eyes, he popped into my head again.
Sam.
His mouth on my neck. His fingers trailing down my spine.
I could feel the slow rotation of his hips…
His voice, low and rough in my ear, talking me through it—“Cum for me. Gimme what’s mine…”
I let my hand drift down my body. Slowly.
I was sure I was making myself worse.
But I didn’t stop.
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