“That’s right, Donnie Boy,” I interrupt, leaning over Asher to get a better view of the laughable rage consuming Van’s twisted face. “You see, it isn’t your name she screams anymore. It’s mine. My fingers were just knuckle deep in her tight pussy as she came all over them. And my teeth mark her skin as fucking mine. You leave my River alone. You have no rights over her. Not anymore. You lost those privileges. She. Is. Mine,”
