Dex’s POV~
I heard Damian’s voice behind me, calmly like he was handing me a goddamn file instead of a dripping, marked, begging girl. “She’s yours now. But she’s still mine. Don’t let her c*m. Not until I say.”
My c**k kicked hard in my jeans at those words. Four years of watching her walk around in those f**k-me shorts, four years of pretending to be the fun uncle, and now she was laid out on the leather sofa, c*m on her stomach, her p***y open and aching, and her Daddy said she was mine to play with.
I didn’t wait.
I dropped her wrists, Rafe still had a fist in her hair, keeping her head tilted up, and that was fine, he could hold her still while I did the rest.
I stood, kicked the chair out of the way, and undid my jeans with one hand. The button popped, my zipper went down, and
