Maxwell Peary's face bore a dangerous expression, one that made anyone who saw it want to step back.
But Nia Mitchell, pinned beneath him on the bed, had nowhere to retreat.
"Uh… Evelyn isn't a stranger," she explained awkwardly. Evelyn Peary is his own sister, for goodness' sake!
"Mrs. Peary, you should be more concerned about yourself."
With that, Maxwell Peary gave her no opportunity to spoil the mood, swiftly silencing her with a kiss, and then...
An intimate ambiance filled the room, the air tinged with a blush-inducing scent.
After their lovemaking, Nia lay immobile on the large bed, utterly exhausted.
"Mrs. Peary, do you still want to concern yourself with Evelyn?"
Maxwell Peary didn't let her rest, pulling her head to pillow on his arm.
Nia Mitchell was speechless. Uncle Peary was so petty, so jealous, and so fixated on this one thing! Even after such a passionate encounter, he still remembered something like that. The point was, he actually brought it up again!
