Rafe’s POV~
I stood by the window, but I wasn't looking at the rain. I was looking at the glass reflection, watching the room behind me like a hawk watching a field mouse that had wandered into the snake pit.
Dex was whispering in her ear, his breath hot and wet against her skin. Damian was gripping that silver toy, her toy, like he wanted to crush it into dust, his knuckles were white. And Skylar... she was trembling.
Good. Let her shake.
I felt a slow, sick heat uncoil in my gut. It wasn't even in a rush; it was a thick, heavy sludge of lust that had been building, layer by layer, for four years. It was more like a tar pit, and I was sinking into it willingly.
People think I'm the quiet one. The calm one. The intellectual. They don't know that since the day she turned eighteen and
