Ava Parker

Three years ago, on the eve of my wedding, my fiancé murdered my parents.Hiding behind his billions, he feigned insanity and slipped through the cracks of justice.
Now, three years later, this devil has returned—professing love, begging for another chance.He watches me, forces me, imprisons me, as if I were his golden canary, trapped and powerless.
I fight back, collecting evidence piece by piece, determined to put him behind bars.I thought I was the one holding the power, standing at the cliff’s edge, watching him struggle at the bottom.
What I didn’t know… was that I had been the devil's prey all along, and it was me writhing at the bottom—while the devil stood above, smiling in control.

Vincent's fingers stirred inside my pussy, his hand forcefully squeezing my breast.
"Baby, your body is already soaking wet. Do you want my cock?" Vincent asked me.
I gasped with my mouth open, nodding vigorously. "Fuck me! Vincent, hurry!"
Vincent's cock replaced his fingers, filling my pussy completely, and I screamed wildly.
Vincent laughed with delight, murmuring in my ear, "Baby, your ex-fiancé is right next door—he'll be heartbroken if he hears this."
"Let him die! Right now, I just want your cock harder!"

Eli tore off my soaked panties, his cock thrusting straight into my body.
"Baby, you're so tight and so wet!" Eli murmured in my ear.
Tears streamed down my face as I begged him to leave.
"Eli, you're my uncle—we can't do this!"
He slammed into my body with force. "You're just my brother's adopted daughter; we have no blood relation!"