Chapter 10.
Damian tugged a strand of her hair behind her ear, leaning gently into her and planting a kiss on her forehead while ramming his finger into her clamping p***y with the thoughts of his brother walking into them playing in his head.
God! It would be so good… watching the smile on his brother’s face drain out completely.
Isdora’s lips trembled in fright, her body melting into his thrust amidst the heat of the moment. “Damian…” she cried, but he kissed her cheeks again.
“Thats my name…” He whispered hotly, letting her take every inch.
“Please…” she whispered.
“Please what?” Damian asked, smirking. “Please f**k you? Or please let him come f**k you?”
The word dropped in on her like luggage.
Isadora stared at Damian with parted lips, her mind suddenly filled with the i
