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I panicked, my head buried in Vincent's chest. My siblings, my father.

Jericho and I wouldn't be able to see them until three years from now; I don't know, maybe even more.

I mean, A'raya will be eighteen in three years, but I can't even call, but I can't even call them.

Derek did this; he signed the papers but was still able to ruin my life.

Vincent rubbed my head as I sobbed, overthinking and anxiety taking over. "Don't cry, A'roya; we're gonna fix this."

"How?" I cried. "She's going to make them testify against me. My dad can't do anything 'cause then he'd be ripped from his family as well."

"You're going to fix that. You know where your dad works?"

I nodded. "Yes, why?"

"If you can't get to him, I will. I'll have someone get over to him and get him a green card."

I looked up at him. "Are you sure it'll work?" I asked. "I don't want to put my burden on you."

Vincent nodded, wiping my tears. "Your burden will always be mine because you're mine."

I smiled softly, holding his wrist. "But how would you get my dad a green card? You don't work in the government."

Vincent shrugged. "Vivian's husband does, and I have connections. We're going on that trip, and your dad will be a permanent resident when we come back."

I shook my head in disbelief, hugging him tighter. "I love you so much."

"I think I love you a little more than you do, A'roya." I groaned as he chuckled. "Stop crying; it actually gives me heart burns."

I laughed. "Bye, Vincent." I sniffed, smiling gratefully.

"I was starting to think I was having a fucking heart attack," Vincent complained, rubbing his chest.

I chuckled, leading him to the couch. "Come on, old man," I cooed. "I don't want you dying on me."

Vincent paused, glaring at me. "I know you fucking lying."

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"Bruh, Vincent, be so fucking for real. How are you going to swim?"

Vincent refuses to wear swimming trunks because he doesn't want anyone staring at his legs.

"I'll watch you swim in that sexy lingerie you bought."

"A bikini, Vincent, bikini." I corrected him.

"Same fucking difference."

I glared at him before rolling my eyes, which earned a smack to the ass.

Vincent sighed, obviously irritated by my eye-rolling every second. "A'roya, safe word?"

"Huh?" I said with fake confusion. I've been waiting for this. "What are you–?"

Vincent clutches me from behind, rubbing my pussy softly. "You keep fucking testing me, A'roya. You want me to punish you." He said it as more of a statement than a question

I leaned into his touch, moving my hips a little to get some friction. "Yes, sir, I want you to punish me."

Vincent pushed me onto the bed. "Safeword, I won't stop if you tell me to stop. I'll go faster." He said bluntly.

I nodded. "Um, gray."

Vincent nodded, smashing his lips onto mine. "We'll talk about what you want and don't want later; just tell me if you don't like what I'm doing."

He tore my shirt off, taking my bra with it and shoving my pants off, rubbing my dripping cunt. "Vincent." I moaned softly.

My hand flew up involuntarily, locking in place above my head as I gasped, looking at Vincent, who was smirking.

He manually took off my panties, placing a kiss on my clit before pulling away. "Oh–ah!" My legs got locked in a long bar-like thing.

I tried moving my leg, but it stretched wider, opening my legs. I couldn't close it, only had it opened more.

Vincent's eyes grew dark, no longer gray, as he undressed. He's so fine, oh my god.

He's looking dead at me, stalking closer to me. "What the fuck did I tell you multiple times."

"Not to roll my eyes, sir."

"And you still did. Why?"

I shrugged. "Because I don't give a fuck–ah!" I squealed when he smacked my pussy. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, sir."

My toes curled, my hips jerking up when he slapped it again.

"Please," I said, unashamedly rolling my hips.

He touched my clit, pressing against it, completely silent as he tortured me.

My hands strained against handcuffs as he stuck a finger inside me, wiggling it inside me. "Please, oh my god."

Vincent smirked, grabbing something from his drawer. "Open your mouth."

I followed his instructions, and he put a gag in my mouth, tying it behind my head.

"You're not cumming today."

I whined. "No," was the only thing I could get through the gag.

"You don't get a fucking choice."

"N–mhm!" My eyes rolled back when Vincent abruptly slammed into me.

My hands quaked against the handcuffs, and my toe curled. My legs accidentally moved, widening the bar and forcing my legs to open.

Vincent repeatedly pounded into my g-spot as I moaned loudly against the gag.

I tried to pull away, the pleasure becoming too much to handle, but Vincent wasn't having anything of it. He'd completely gone sex god mode.

He grabbed my hip, thrusting himself deeper inside, dragging his dick harshly against my g-spot.

He pulled out abruptly, rubbing my pussy swiftly as I clenched, trying to hold back, and he rammed back inside me.

I lazily tapped his hips with my knee, trying to get him to slow down. I was going to cum so hard.

But the bar came off my feet, and Vincent put both of my legs as back as far as they could go and pounced on me, pummeling me into bedsheets, as I was now drooling and with tears.

His cock curved inside me, hitting my g-spot before hitting my cervix.

The torture is unbearable. I need to cum so bad. I clenched around him hard and groaned. "Fuck, A'roya, don't be a fucking slut."

So I fucking squeezed him again. He pulled out, then slammed back in, immediately hitting my cervix as I screamed before he came inside me.

The gag came off, and he pressed his lips against mine, playing with my taut nipples.

He pulled out and took my handcuffs off, and I glared at him. "Ain't no way you're actually not going to make me cum."

Vincent raised a sly eyebrow, sliding on a fitted black woman beater.

"You understand English, don't you?"

"I do, but I didn't think you were serious!" I whined. "Vincent, please."

My cunt is throbbing, tingling.

"I'll do it myself then," I warned.

"Then you'll do that every day."

I'm still completely naked, sitting on Vincent's bed, my right to having an orgasm taken from me.

"Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck–" Vincent grabbed my neck, pulling me onto his lips.

He trailed kisses down my jaw and neck, taking my nipple into his mouth and shoving two fingers into my hole as I moaned loudly.

He sucked on my nipples and fucked my pussy with his two fingers. "Oh, Vincent!" I moaned, grabbing onto his wrist.

His fingers are unrelenting, dragging his fingers down my walls. "Yes, yes! Oh my god." I arched my back.

He punched my g-spot, and I squealed loudly, squirting onto his fingers. My legs twitched and ached, and my lower stomach was sore.

His lips came from my nipples and back onto my mouth. "You happy?"

I nodded, my fingers combing through his hair. "Yes."

Vincent pecked my lips. "Let's go shower."

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"How long is it from D.C to Jamaica?"

Vincent narrowed his eyes at me. "A'roya, how many fucking times are you going to ask me this?"

I shrugged, climbing into the passenger seat. "I forgot, jeez."

"Do we need to get you some prevagen?" He said as he started the car and drove out of the parking lot.

I glared at him. "So funny, answer the question."

"It's like three to four hours to Montego Bay, A'roya."

I furrowed my brows. "I thought we were going to Kingston?"

"We're landing at Montego and driving to Kingston. Which is a two-hour drive."

I groaned. "Oh my god." I pouted when he chuckled. "What happens when I need to pee."

"A'roya, being fucking for real."

"And why would I do that?" I asked.

"Because you're a grown woman."

"With a hot, caucasian, six foot ten inches, Vampire boyfriend? No, thank you."

Vincent shook his head, chuckling. "You're not serious."

"I'm very serious," I smirked back.

He abruptly pressed the brakes, making me jerk forward. "Don't take my words. It's copyrighted."

I glared at him. "Fist yourself."

He only chuckled at me.