Ava's POV
I froze right in my tracks when Liam bellowed my name, my insides twisting into knots as I racked my brain trying to guess what the hell he could want from me this time. My nosiness won out in the end, so I headed back toward the room, pushing the door open. My mouth practically dropped to the ground at the sight that greeted me.
That wretched Lucy had Liam right where she wanted him, her hand literally wrapped around his junk, her stare fixed on his with a wicked little grin. He was leaning back against a table not far from his fading father, groaning like some animal in a rut while she stroked him down there. His head was thrown back, eyelids clamped tight, completely caught up at the moment.
"Bet you're eating this up, aren't you," she cooed, beginning to ease her fingers a
