"Don Benedict, what are you requesting to be done to my wife and sister?" Don Denzel's voice was calm, but his gaze was piercing, and his expression horrifying.
He gently removed his jacket, using it to cover Valerie's shoulder, as he whispered in her ear, "Later, you shall be punished for exposing my body to other men."
Valerie felt a shiver run down her spine from the way he addressed her body as his. The fact remained that their bodies belonged to each other, and Denzel hated for another man to see her like that.
Valerie clung to the jacket over her shoulder, his scent making her intoxicated with the need for him.
Knowing he was upset with what she was wearing, she felt the need to cover up well and was also happy that he came.
He turned to the bodyguard on his left and, even without a word, he also removed his jacket and quickly covered Alessia's shoulders with it.