Marry my Raise Brother

Chapter 11

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Erka clutched Cindy's nape and kept the woman's face away from her. Forcing the hot lips to be forcefully decomposed. He couldn't believe it, just tied himself up and Cindy started to set it up. Not 24 hours to be a husband and wife and his life is restrained.

“Don't mess with me, Baby. Our relationship is business and bed. There's no taste in it. So don't try to get involved further and use your feelings. I don't want to hurt women. Because when they get hurt, common sense and logic don't work.” Erka pushed rough the beautiful body that was overlapping her.

“I'm tired, Baby. I'm going to take a shower first.” Something inside him crashed along with Cindy's words.

“Honey, don't be angry. I didn't mean it.” Cindy hugged Erka from behind. The woman clung to him spoiled, her hands twisted and locked in the belly of the torn bread of the man who had now legitimately become her husband.

“Remember your limitations, Baby. You and I only have a spirit, not love. We have sex not sex. So don't try to use the heart in it. I don't want to get involved and don't want any of us trapped in it.”

“I'm sorry, Honey.” Cindy put her face on Erka's back. The friction of their skin creates its own sensation.

“Remember, I chose you among the women who warmed my bed because of one, you who looks professional compared to the other.” Erka explained.

“Ya, I'm sorry, Honey.” Cindy's voice sounded spoiled.

“I'm sorry. But, don't repeat again.” Erka clutched Cindy's hand and dropped the woman onto the bed.

A sly grin on the lips collided with a seductive sweet smile. Both are so compact, just by reading a smile can capture the contents of each mind.

“We are married, let's play the role of newlyweds, Honey.” Erka's voice sounded raucous. His eyeballs were examining the body of a Spanish guitar that was ready to be eaten.

Cindy nodded.

“We missed tonight. Your show should be more spectacular than usual. I want to see the performance of Mrs Aryya Perkassa Hutomo Putra.”

Erka blinked her eyes before finally climbing onto the bed and starting. Start all from kissing on the face, nose, and lips. The grown man who's been burning doesn't care about anything. He was swept away and slumped as usual.

Just as it was about to start, Ayleen's shadow suddenly flashed and messed things up. Erka jerks. The man looked at the drooping body below him, lay resigned and waited for the perfect happiness to be gained in a moment.

Snarling annoyed. Everything was shattered while at the peak and was ready to pierce through the clouds. Erka squeezed the rough of her hair that was soaked with sweat. His neck was bent backwards and swelled to a number of times.

“Aaarrrgh!” The man grumbled and descended from the top of the body of the feminine creature adorned in disappointment.

“Honey, why?” Cindy asked slowly.

“I'm not in the mood.” Erka lying. That handsome face looked desperate. “I want to soak in warm water. Please don't bother me.”

“Honey, are you okay?” Cindy came down from the bed and picked up her clothes.

“No, I want to be alone.” Erka stepped into the bathroom without looking.

“You want me to accompany?” Cindy wonder.

“No!” Erka's voice disappeared with the slammed door.

“Any? Erka does not usually reject the female body. Especially when you stay one step away.” Cindy muttered softly, staring sadly at their already messy room.

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