All Chapters of Taboo One Shots: Chapter 321 - Chapter 330

Janet’s throat tightened. She could hear it in his teasing tone. Of course she fucking came. And he damn well knew it. He might have missed the first one, but the second? They both knew he brought her unparalleled pleasure. A euphoria so severe that Janet feared it would drive her mad with infatuation. Still, she lifted her chin, scraping together her pride and answered, voice steady even as her body trembled on top of him, “That’s right. I didn't cum.” She hated him. For three years, she really had. But now? Young. New to any sort of tenderness or displays of affection at all. Janet simply hated herself. Because enemy or not, she didn't hate him at all tonight. And that she could not bear. Vincent chuckled softly against her neck, the sound low and velvety. Janet's heart skipped a beat. Just hold me. Kiss me again. Please. Stay. She wanted to say. Instead she just sat there until he tossed her off his dick like used goods.

He didn’t answer, fearing he'd say dumb shit that would make him sound like he gave a fuck about the tears in her eyes. Instead, he kicked off his shoes and pants, then yanked his blazer off. His shirt came off next, his clothes leaving a trail in his wake. Janet couldn’t help but stare as he stripped, her mouth going dry at the sight of his powerful, tattooed body unveiling itself to her piece by piece. Her nipples hardened. Aching pussy clenched and wept with need. Her breath caught when he finally reached the bed. He grabbed her ankle and yanked her roughly to the edge of the bed. “I guess my dick still wants pussy. Don't think too much about it,” he said crudely, shoving her dress up around her waist and forcing her legs apart. “Daddy’s doing whatever the fuck I want tonight. This is your fucking fault, tempting bitch. Now give me that sore cunt.” Before Janet could bury the rush of warmth flooding her body and respond, he lined up and pushed inside her again in one smo

Janet had never hated the sight of her sister before, but tonight Sarah was her rival. What the fuck had daddy done to her? Would she fight her own sister for the tyrant's cock? "The more, the merrier. Right, dad? Just like the good old days," Jax said, holding the don's infuriated gaze as he lined up with Sarah's pussy and unceremoniously shoved his cock into her. "You do love Sarah's tits, don't you, dad? Want to honk them while you fuck her?" The older sister moaned loudly as Jax bottomed out inside her abruptly, her hands gripping the couch to steady herself. “Fuck! Jax! A little warning, for fuck's sake!" Sarah mewled, lying there, winded on his dick, not the least bit into Jax. El Padrino on the other hand… Sarah's Electra complex ran as deep as Janet's.Jax pulled back and pumped her full of his meat again, immediately setting a brutal rhythm. "Shut up and show El Padrino those jiggling tits. I'm sure he misses them, don't you, dad?" Jax challenged the serial manwhore acr

"Mommy will do her best, hmm?" Belle reassured Jax. "You know I hate when you call yourself that," Jax hissed under his breath, his dick still coated in two of Belle's daughters' pussies, after their last fight. "We should just go. Let the fucking empire fall. Who cares?" Jax tried one more time to reason with the woman he loved, as he and his mistress approached Janet and Vincent. "Bite your tongue, son. Your father knows to keep up appearances. We'll fix things, hmm?" Belle said, like she had been fed the lines, like Don Russo was still whispering in her ear. What could she do? Obedience and keeping up appearances was all she had ever known. The only way to protect her children from the devil she married and the world she was born into was to hold her head high and act happy. Meanwhile, a mere few feet away, Janet and Vincent were already fucking on the couch. How easily her daughter had forgotten her place. And yet, it was more than duty that made Belle envious of the little

"Who is Mandy?" Janet croaked out in between gasps, having scraped together all her courage to ask. Perhaps the former lover, still etched into the lump of coal El Padrino called a heart? Was she what made him the way he is? Janet couldn't bear the thought of him inside her while he loved someone else. Not when her whole body cried out for his non stop. And yet, she wasn't the one to stop the fucking. Vincent was. A profound sadness filled his eyes, making Janet's heart squeeze. Was she better off not knowing? Clearly irritated by the question, Vincent yanked her off his dick, tossing her aside and said somberly, “Know your fucking place. Me fucking you doesn't mean you can ask questions.” He got up, turned around, picked Janet up and threw her over his shoulder, then squared off with Jax one final time, “Fuck off. I will stop fucking Janet when and if I am good and ready.”And just like that, Vincent wa