CAIN POV From the distance where I'm sitting, I watch Ciara tug a stray red lock behind her ears— the same nervous habit she had seven years ago. Some things about her never changed, not even after marrying my brother. She forces a fake smile as she bends to greet the guests, offering me an exclusive view of her perfectly round ass. My cock twitches hard. I sit straighter, casually dropping both hands over my lap to hide the thickening bulge already straining my trousers. Those full tits, barely contained by the deep neckline, rise and fall with every breath. I can picture them free, hard and flushed pink nipples begging for my mouth. I’d suck them brutally, with my teeth grazing until she cried out, begging me to stop even as her fingers tangled in my hair to pull me closer. Fuck. She’s the first thing Simon has that I actually crave, not just want, but need to claim. I had first seen her seven years ago. She was too polished for a man like me, too well-bred... Too c
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