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Drink Up, B*tches

Author: River Audra
last update Last Updated: 2024-10-02 20:08:29
DOM

Marcus knew something.

MARCUS: Stay around lil sis this weekend, hm?

That was a strange request. First my dad, and now Marcus? I mean, I was already planning to be with Miles this entire weekend. Our parents wouldn’t be back until Tuesday, so I planned to get well acquainted with her.

Were my intentions entirely pure? No. Absolutely not.

I was going to try and fuck her in as many places in the manor as I could.

DOM: Why?

I had to figure out what he knew. Marcus wasn’t one to hide things from me—but that didn’t mean he couldn’t. He was a master at keeping secrets, only revealing them when it suited him.

MARCUS: Just don’t leave her alone with those love birds. She told me their PDA is gross.

Our parents? Strange.

DOM: They’re gone until Tuesday.

MARCUS: Oh… then just watch over her, will ya?

I frowned at the screen.

Was he… falling for her?

I almost scoffed. The idea was absurd. He knew we were fucking.

But then again… that’s all we were doing, wasn’t i
River Audra

Dom might see a side of Miles she doesn't want him to see xoxo

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