Marcus's POV
I closed the heavy oak door of my home office behind us. Sophia stood in the center of the room in her ridiculous excuse for workout clothes, those tiny black shorts hidden between her firm ass cheeks and that tight white sports bra barely containing her full, perky t**s.
Her n*****s were rock hard and poking dangerously against whatever that is, she wore to workout. My c**k throbbed painfully in my gym shorts.
“Uncle Marcus, I was just—” she started, that playful, seductive smile still on her lips.
“Save it,” I cut her off, my voice low and commanding. I stepped closer, towering over her. “You’ve been parading that tight little body around me since you arrived, bending over, moaning like a w***e in heat. You wanted my attention, niece? Now you’ve got it.”
Her cheeks fl
