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Fuck.
The primal need surges in my chest, because this isn’t just about fucking her.
No.
This is about claiming her, body and soul, marking her inside and out.
This is about leaving Chiara so full of us, so swollen and wrecked, she’s reminded who she belongs to with every step she takes.
Mikhail’s fingers move slowly and deliberately as they push Chiara closer to the edge.
She’s breathless now, her thighs shaking around his hand, and fuck—watching her like this, so wrecked and so eager, hasmeon the brink of losing all control.
I slide one hand up her body, all the way to her throat, as I wrap my fingers around it.
Not squeezing.
Just holding.
I feel her pulse racing against my palm.
She gasps as her lips part, then her eyes lock onto mine, dazed and desperate.
Mikhail laughs, and as I turn to face my brother, I find him watching me with a lazy grin.
It’s wicked.
It’s dangerous.
He’s showing off.
“She’s all ready for you.”
He tells me, dragging his fingers from her soaked pussy as he brings them closer to his mouth.
He licks them clean, slow and fucking filthy, his eyes never once leaving mine.
Chiara whimpers.
I shove him aside.
Together, we both stand up, then it’s me who takes my place between her legs.
I cage her beneath me as my mouth finds hers, swallowing that broken little sound she makes as I run my finger throughthe mess my brother has left between her thighs. She’s dripping, and she’s still desperate for more.
Slowly pulling away from her, I use the same hand to palm my hardness, then pull my cock out of my trousers.
I’mdripping with precum.
As I press my tip to her entrance, Mikhail’s voice sounds out, full of dark amusement.
“Don’t break her too fast, brat.”
I smile, watching the way her breathing changes, and the way her pupils have dilated after hearing his words.
I don’t plan on breaking her.
I plan on making her ours.