Dean's POV
I shouldn't have stopped.
I shouldn't have let Kane feel all of it.
But I did.
I kept absorbing the darkness.
And the more I took in, the harder it became to control.
I remember the first time I let a little slip through the cracks. Giving him just a fraction of what he was meant to feel.
He came to me that night, his voice unusually quiet, his expression guarded.
"I want to try something," he said. "Something… different."
I didn't give much of a fuck. Kane was always so damn proper, so controlled. So, if he wanted to dip his toes into something darker? Why the hell not?
"Go for it."
That's how Laura came to be.
His first sub.
His first taste of control.
And I didn't mind.
I let him play. Let him explore that side of himself.
Until she threw herself at me.
And let's be honest—who turns down an easy fuck?
Certainly not me.
So, yeah. I fucked her.
And when Kane found out, he was furious.
Raging. Snarling.
And I?
I didn't give a single damn.
