Rafe’s POV~
I hadn’t moved while Dex used her. I’d just held her hair, watched her p***y clench around nothing, listened to her call me Uncle, and felt my c**k leak in my trousers like a sin I wasn’t ashamed of. Four years of photos, four years of 3am door creaks, and now she was laid out marked and dripping and Daddy said she was mine to play with too.
I let go of her hair.
She whimpered at the loss, her eyes were glassy, her cheeks streaked with the mess Dex had pulled out of her. I stood slowly, and pulled my tie off. It was silk, and dark blue, the one she once said made me look “less like a ghost” at Easter dinner. I folded it once and pressed it over her eyes.
“No,” she mumbled, shaking her head. “Uncle, don’t—”
“Quiet,” I said, and my voice was flat, and dead, like always, but
