Kane’s POV
I had come over to Vaughan's apartment to warn him to stay off something that was mine, Raven. And he should never try to use the training, tournament or bet as a means to manipulate her to his side. But the moment I stepped into the sparring room, my breath caught at the scene unfolding before me.
My blood boiled like lava in my veins. What. The. f**k? Those two....
Raven. Vaughan. Training indeed. I could see them training well in kissing and in the fondling of her damn ass.
There she was—on top of him. His hands on her ass. Her lips on his. His f*****g tongue in her mouth. My uncle. This same man. And the woman who had just left my bed this morning was now pressing her soft, curvy body against his like she’d been s*x starved for him. Like she had been waiting all her life
