Gavin's POV
The woman on my laptop screen was crying out in pure ecstasy as the man drove into her with desperate intensity, but I sat there like a statue, watching without really seeing, my jaw locked tight enough to crack teeth, because the only thing flooding my mind was her face.
Julia.
My hand had somehow found its way beneath the covers, and when I realized my body was responding, I jerked it away like I'd been burned. This wasn't about the mindless porn playing on screen. Those fake moans meant nothing to me. I was getting hard because I was picturing my adoptive sister. The girl who should have been off limits in every possible way.
I pressed both palms against my face and let out a sound that was half growl, half desperate laugh.
What kind of sick bastard was I?
