Chapter 30
- BRYCE
- I had no clue my t-shirt would be the sexiest garment known to man when covering Isla’s curves. It shifts as she moves, exposing her thick thighs and caressing her breasts, making my damn mouth water.
- I’m a deviant. A sick, twisted pervert. This girl is young enough to be my daughter. She’s the victim of my psychotic son, and here I am, sporting a boner while she sleeps in my bed.