Day Ninety…
At Country R: Vincent was pacing back and forth across the bedroom. He was waiting for Butler Li's update. But until now, his uncle hadn't contacted him yet. He wondered if his uncle managed to sabotage the result of the DNA Test.
'What's going on? How did Jane find out that she is Ethan's biological mother?' Vincent pondered to himself. Things were not going according to their plan lately. Two days ago, he contacted Joker when he received a report that Syphiruz Mafia was going to attack Phantomflake and her assassin guild. He was worried that Jane would die in that encounter. But fortunately, no bloodshed happened between the Syphiruz Mafia and the Phantom Assassin Guild. However, Vincent was unhappy that Jane was captured by Nathan. That was the ti he learned from Joker that Nathan assigned him a very important mission– to conduct a DNA test between Veronica and Monica. At first, Vincent was surprised that Nathan started to doubt Monica's identity. The Monica who died in front of Nathan was Helena Carlsen, not the real Monica. Taking advantage of the situation, Vincent asked Joker to send a fake result.
Vincent was still lost in his thoughts when suddenly Monica showed up, hugging him from behind. She had just co out of the bathroom and she was only wearing her bathrobe.
"Hey, Babe, what are you thinking? You look troubled by sothing." Monica brought her face closer to him, planting a soft kiss on his neck. Then she placed her chin over his shoulder as she waited for his reply.
"I think we need to travel to Country M."
Vincent felt uneasy about the unfolding events in the Towerville City. He was afraid that Jane would be reunited and reconciled with Nathan. And they would discover the truth about Ethan's identity. He didn't want them to be a complete family.
anwhile, Monica's face brightened up when Towerville City was ntioned.
'Yes. That's right. I have to go back there and finish everything. Phantomflake is still alive. She was the reason why Vincent hated and killed rcilessly. I'm going to make her pay in this lifeti… over and over again.' Monica thought to herself.
The mory of her death was still fresh in her mind. She wasn't killed by Jane. But it was the person she loved the most– Vincent.
"Sure, Babe! It's ti to go ho," Monica softly mumbled in his ear, grinning slyly.
Jane was not the only one who returned to the past. Monica was also reborn! And this ti she was hell-bent to make Jane suffer over and over again. She had won twice so she thought she was going to win again in this tiline.
'Wait for my return, Phantomflake. I can't wait to see you.'
Monica brought her attention back to Vincent.
"Babe, before anything else, I need you to satisfy right now."
She slipped her hands under his shirt as she began caressing his body. "I want you to fuck hard right now," she whispered sensually before biting his earlobe. Her hand reached down, rubbing his growing erection through his pants.
Vincent groaned in pleasure. Monica knew his weakness and she could easily make his body react to her touches. Monica wasn't wearing anything so the mont she removed her bathrobe, her nakedness was exposed to Vincent. She stepped back, allowing him to face her.
Vincent licked his lips as he stared at her with his lustful eyes. Without further delay, he placed his palms over her chest, kneading and squeezing her soft large breasts.
"Uhm. Good. It feels so nice. Keep going, Babe. Pinch my nipples. Make them red from your assault. I want you to be rough." She requested. Monica needed him right now. She wanted to erase those bad mories. She wanted to possess Vincent.
Monica helped him out by removing his clothes. With eagerness, she pulled his cock out of his pants and it sprang free like a hardened rod.
"Damn! I want this inside . Fill up, Babe!" Monica grabbed his erection, stroking it tenderly while Vincent's fingers also touched her pussy, feeling her wetness.
"Fuck, you're so wet already. Are you really dying to be fucked by ?" Vincent asked her in amusent.
Monica nodded. "Yes. I want you. I am dying to feel you inside ."
'I'll prove to you that I am the only woman who can satisfy you, Vincent. Not Phantomflake.'
Soon, Vincent laid her down on the bed and climbed on top of her. He parted her legs apart as he rubbed his cock against her pussy.
Monica moaned as she anchored her arms around his shoulders. "Don't tease . Just get on with it. Fuck hard, Vincent. I'm ready to take you." She encouraged him.
Vincent positioned himself and thrust forward, his cock sliding inside her entrance.
"Aah~" she moaned loudly as she wrapped her legs around his hips. "Harder!"
Vincent started moving in and out of her. She moved along with his speed, urging him to go faster.
He increased his pace, going as fast and as hard as he could! As he pounded on her, his palms were busy kneading her breasts while his tongue danced with hers. He kissed her passionately, his tongue colliding with hers.
"Oh, Vincent. You are mine. Just mine." Monica kept moaning.
Not yet satisfied, Monica moved, flipping Vincent as she changed their position. He was now lying on his back while Monica was on top of her.
"I'm going to ride you, Babe! I'll drive you crazy!"
Monica started riding him while Vincent was supporting her body. She slamd hard on him, his cock entering her deeper. She was surprisingly energetic, rocking her body non-stop. She loved the feeling of his long hard cock invading her vagina walls. Vincent could only watch her bouncing breasts as he ran his hands up and down her waist. Her pussy was squeezing him tightly and he couldn't help but groan loudly. He loved Monica's boldness, satisfying each other's desires.
She kept bouncing and riding him as the mory of him shooting her nonstop replayed in her mind. 'Damn it! I keep seeing my death in Vincent's hands! I won't let that happen!'
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