Dorian POV
Something is definitely wrong with me.
I’m a man who prides himself on self-awareness, but somehow, I can’t pinpoint the exact nature of this…
“Are you there…?” Damian’s voice crackled through the speaker, faintly distorted, but I barely heard him. I had completely zoned out, my attention fixed entirely on my little omega.
She was limping around the dining table, clearing plates even after I’d explicitly told her not to. For someone who trembled every time I spoke, she sure knew how to disobey me. The fact that I wasn’t reacting the way I should was exactly why I knew something was wrong with me.
When she bent over to pick up a fallen fork, the oversized shirt—my shirt—rode up, and my jaw clenched as her ass peeked out just enough to make my c**k twitch painfully against th
