Marvin's POV 

  From the corner of my eyes, I caught how the muscles in Cain's Adam's apple bobbed hungrily at Ashley's words.

  Fucking sicko, I jested inwardly, knowing my twin well, I bet he was getting off her helplessness already.

  And so was I.

  The stiffness of my fitting jeans assured me that I was even more of a sicko, with my bulge swelling to a disturbing extent that a silent groan gurgled through my throat.

  Fuck, maybe I shouldn't feel the rush of adrenaline at the heaving of her chest, which I imagined two plump peaches were underneath her fabric.

  Right on the spot, I could outline the c...