Chapter 3
Daniel’s POV
The morning light hit the sitting room soft, but my mind was still thick with yesterday.
I couldn’t shake it, charlotte. My sister. but my body didn’t care. My c**k didn’t care. The sound of her moans, the way her cunt clenched around me, the way she called my name… it was burned into me.
I sat at the table, trying to eat breakfast, but my fingers drummed against the fork. My eyes kept flicking toward her beside me.
Charlotte sat there, her hair pulled back loosely, her t**s pressing against the thin fabric of her shirt, her lips barely touching her tea cup. But I knew her body was still hot, still dripping with what we did yesterday.
The air between us was awkward, neither of us spoke much. Just the clink of cutlery, the soft scrape of plates, and the quiet hu
