Dex’s POV~
I followed them down the hallway, my boots were heavy on the wood, and intentionally loud.
I wanted her to hear me coming. I wanted her to feel the vibration of my footsteps in her bones, the same way she made my bones vibrate every time she walked into a room in those tiny, f**k-me shorts.
Damian had a grip on her upper arm that was probably leaving bruises. Good. She needed to be marked. She needed to know who owned the air she breathed. But as I watched her walk or rather, as Damian dragged her, my eyes weren't on her arm.
They were glued to her ass.
Those cotton shorts were a goddamn crime against humanity. With every step she took, the fabric pulled tight across her cheeks, jiggling just enough to drive a man insane. I could see the bottom curve of her ass peeking out
