Damian’s POV~
I didn’t wait for Rafe to finish his little sermon. I didn’t wait for Dex to laugh like the animal he was. The toy was still in my fist, cleaned and gleaming, and my patience had snapped somewhere between the dining room and the study door.
She stood there between them, her chest rising too fast, her cotton shorts doing nothing to hide the way her thighs had gone soft and pliant from Rafe’s words.
I crossed the room in three strides, caught her upper arm, and turned her toward the leather sofa.
She stumbled, just like before, and this time I didn’t hide the roughness. I pushed her down over the arm of the sofa, her stomach against the warm leather, her ass lifted by the position, those loose shorts riding up to show the pale curve of her cheek.
“Daddy—” she whispered,
