Chapter 22
"Ninth Brother," Joseph said smoothly, "take your friend to the inner lounge for some tea. Since she's here, you must fulfill your host duties, no?" The words were polite, but hearing "inner lounge," Dorothy's face paled. She hadn't forgotten what happened there half an hour ago—the man's beast-like violation. The memory of his lips on her skin, his ruthless penetration extinguishing her last shred of hope or fantasy about men. She never imagined he'd be brazen enough to scout his next target right in front of her! "Joseph!" she hissed. "Hmm? Dorothy," Joseph replied, feigning innocence, his eyes still raking over Maya. "Ninth Brother looks unwell again. Shouldn't you take him to see a doctor?" His gaze lingered hungrily on Maya. *Such a fresh little thing. Probably never known a man. W
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