Skylar’s POV~
The blindfold slipped off.
Rafe’s hand untied the silk slowly, like he was unwrapping something he’d paid for in years of silence.
When my eyes adjusted to the amber light of the study, I saw all three of them standing over me, Damian in his suit, calm as a god, his trousers already tented, Dex with his jeans open and that devil grin that always made my stomach drop, and Rafe, kneeling by my leg, his dead eyes were hungry, the clamps were still in his pocket from earlier.
I wasn’t scared. I was dripping. I’d wanted this since I was nineteen. Since Uncle Dex’s arms in the garage, grease on his forearms, me in denim cut-offs. Since Daddy’s voice came in the hall, low and owned. Since Uncle Rafe’s silence was right outside my door at 3am, and the click of his camera in the
