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11 || Loving My Brother’s Wife (XI)
Two days later, Darius hits Denise again. And the next morning, he’s sporting a scratch on his jaw and a cut under his eye. It’s nothing huge but my chest swells with pride. My princess fought back.
The second we are alone, I drag her into my room for a searing kiss. Denise gasps with surprise but the sound is swallowed by my mouth. We break the kiss grinning at each other. Her hands spread on my chest. There’s a proud glint in her brown eyes. “I really tried, David. For you.”
“No,” I say with a shake of my head. “For you, Denny. For yourself.” I kiss her again, hungrily, pinning her against the door so I can feel her soft body moulding into mine. “But I’m proud of you, my princess.” Her hands move below my waist but I grab them. “So fucking proud of you.”
“Then make me come.”
“I will,” I promise. “But I have work to do now.” If I didn’t, I would already be on my knees to worship her. Reluctantly, I back away from her and her eyes darken with lust and
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