Those same urges only grew, with her under his roof again and her mother forcing him to check on her every night.
Fuck, did his little girl really agree to let him finally claim her?
Dean didn't know when it began. When he realised an eighteen year old piece of ass lived in his house? When she accidentally saw his d**k while stumbling into the bathroom while he was in the shower? Years of little mishaps added up. Now every time he saw her he only wanted one thing: to f**k all her holes.
He flipped the knife suddenly, the blade now pointing towards her, its sharp edge catching the light. With precise, careful movements, he began cutting her tank top open from the neckline down.
Something had to calm the madness being let loose in him. Ripping her tank top to shreds gave him a minute
