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CARLOS
Good thing my family wasn’t here to witness the sensible, albeit short-tempered Carlos completely acquiesce to her father. If I were a dog, I’d bare my belly to him and beg a scratch.
Dragos didn’t beg.
But as soon as Señor Serrano said I was marrying his daughter, my heart slammed with the rightness of the statement, and my chest filled with a fresh happiness.
“Of course, we’ll marry,” I blurted out.
I could never let her go, and I’d kill any man who so much as tried to touch her.
“Guys, I’m standing right here. Please don’t talk about me like I’m a piece of furniture.” Her arms were clamped down across her chest, which I happened to know was covered with my dried c*m, the thought of which made my d**k hard, and she tapped out a rhythm of annoyance on the gravel with her
