DARIUS Vanessa’s bedroom always smelled faintly of jasmine and something darker. Musk, maybe sex from the night before.I pressed my palm flat between her shoulder blades and pushed.She folded forward over the edge of her own bed, that ridiculous silk robe pooling around her elbows, her back bowing into an arch that made my cock twitch against my thigh. The curve of her ass presented itself like an offering. Pale skin. Still faintly pink from four days ago. The woman healed slow, and I appreciated that more than I could put into words.“You’ll be a good girl and take this baby. Daddy wants to see your arse go red,” I said.Vanessa whimpered.The sound traveled straight from her throat to my groin. I didn’t rush. Rushing was for men who didn’t understand what they had. Keal, for instance. That thought flickered through my mind—Keal, the fool, trading this woman for Gina with her pressed slacks and her judgmental mouth and I almost laughed. Instead, I brought my hand down.The slap cr
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