Beyond Betrayal: Marry His Brother
His gaze sharpened, locking onto mine.
“Because it would terrify me and hurt me,” I continued. “I would hate you, resent you. We don’t want that.” My fingers curled into his shirt.
“Besides, you have nothing to worry about or be jealous of. Because you are my husband, Maximus Ferrero.”
Something inside him snapped when I reminded he was my husband. His mouth claimed mine, his lips moving with a hunger that stole my breath. His tongue moved with mine in a slow, tantalizing rhythm, his taste lingering like a sweet temptation that clouded my thoughts.
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