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His eyes widen before a grin spreads across his face.

“Now you’ve done it, Shorty.” I spank her again, causing her to moan out loud. I look at my brother, who has moved closer to her. “Do you want to choose the punishment, or can I?”

“Tell me what you think, and then I’ll decide,” he answers.

“I’m thinking I fuck her pretty little pussy, hard, whilst spanking her. You can have her naughty little mouth, as we both know you love fucking her tight throat.” Sean looks down at Jasmine and grins.

“Sounds perfect to me.” He places a finger under her chin as I pull down her underwear. She’s already soaking wet. “Anything you want to say before I take away your ability to speak?” he asks her. Jasmine shakes her head, and I catch a glimpse of a smile.

“Then let us give you a reminder of who we are and what you are meant to call us,” I add before thrusting forward and filling her as Sean grabs her hair and fills her mouth, leaving her utterly helpless against us, just the way she likes it.

ChapterThirty-Three

SEAN

Something wakes me, and I’m unsure what until Jasmine groans in her sleep. She's leaning into me, her arm over my stomach. I press a kiss to the top of her head and slide an arm underneath her before closing my eyes and hoping to fall back to sleep.

A shout rings through the house at the same time as a loud alarm clock ringtone sounds in the room.

“Fuck!” Maximus is out of bed as quick as me. Both of us scrambling to pull on our boxers.

“Who set the alarm?” Jasmine asks, looking around. Before we get a chance to answer, the door flies open and two people in uniform pile into the room. Jasmine screams, pulling the sheet up to cover her naked body as Maximus sees red.

“Get the fuck out!”

“We have a warrant!” one of the officers answers, crossing his arms over his chest with a smug grin on his fucking face.

“I don’t give a shit! My fiancée is naked, and I will not let you stand there while she gets dressed!” he yells, pointing towards the door. Jason charges into the room and stands beside me as I’m the closest. Together, we block their view of Jasmine, still sitting in bed. Maximus stays on the other side of the bed, ready to protect her if needed.

“Your warrant doesn’t allow you to be present in a room with people who are getting dressed. Now get out before I contact the police station myself.” Jason stares at the cockier of the two officers, who looks younger than me. For a moment, I don’t think either one of them is going to back down, but eventually, Jason wins as the officers turn to walk from the room.

“You have two minutes; I will be timing you,” the cocky bastard calls as he closes the door. Jason turns around and looks at Jasmine.

“Get dressed and come down to Christian’s office. Do not say a word to or in front of them. We will get this sorted.” He leans over and presses a kiss to the top of her head as she nods silently.

“What the fuck do they want?” Maximus growls as he pulls on his sweatpants and grabs a t-shirt.

“Our relationship has been reported,” Jason answers.

“What for? We aren’t doing anything wrong!” Jasmine protests.

“No, we’re not, and once they see that, they will have no choice but to leave with their tail between their legs,” I reassure her as I go to the drawer of clothes she has in here and grab some underwear, leggings and a vest top for her to put on. “Get dressed, Princess; I don’t trust them not to storm back in.”

Jasmine gets out of bed, and Maximus helps her get dressed as I pull on my sweatpants. Jason gives me a nod before walking out of the room, no doubt to buy us a little time to get Jasmine covered.

I turn around to check on her, but Maximus has her attention while pulling one of his hoodies over her head.

“Don’t worry, Shorty, we have planned for this.” He takes her face in his hands and presses a kiss to her lips. Jasmine nods as the door opens, and the officers walk back in.

“Time’s up,” he smirks, looking from me to Maximus and Jasmine. I don’t miss the way he checks Jasmine out. I’m sure he was hoping she wouldn’t be completely covered. I step back from the door and signal for Maximus to take Jasmine ahead of me. With his arm around her shoulder, holding her protectively, he leads her past the police and onto the landing. I step to follow them but stop when I’m in front of the cocky prick.

“Officer …?” I ask, wanting his name.

“Davies,” he answers with that smug smirk as he puffs his chest out. He’s skinny and probably never thrown a real punch in his life, but he loves to hide behind the badge. I keep my voice calm and collected as I address him.

“Officer Davies. I’m not sure how long you have been in the police or if your mother taught you any manners, but it's rude to check out another man's fiancée in front of him. Especially when you are trying to scare said fiancée in their own home. Just a word of the wise, do not look at our future wife like that again.”

“What are you actually going to do about it if I do?” he grins smugly. I make a mental note to check out his history once all of this is handled because I bet he has a long list of victims who are too scared to speak out.

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