บททั้งหมดของ DESPISED AND DEVOURED BY MY STEP FATHER : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Danny's POV The steam in the kitchen was still thick enough to choke on when I finally found my voice. It felt like my throat was filled with broken glass. I stood there, my hand still gripping the cold metal of the doorknob, watching the two people I trusted most in this world scramble to hide the evidence of their betrayal.Leo didn’t even have the decency to look me in the eye at first. I heard the sharp, metallic rasp of his zipper, it sounded like a blade cutting through the last string of my sanity. He shoved himself back into his jeans, his face flushed a dark, guilty red that made my stomach turn into a knot of lead."Wait, Danny," he stammered, his hands shaking as he reached out toward me. "I can explain. It’s not... Gabe was just... we were just..."He didn’t finish. He couldn't. What was there to say? I looked past him at Gabriel. My best friend. The person who knew every one of my secrets, or so I thought. He was huddled against the counter, clutching the green silk of a

Danny's POV I lay there on my back, staring at the ceiling of my childhood bedroom, and for the first time in a long time, the silence didn't feel like a threat. My skin was still buzzing, literally humming from what had happened few hours ago in the living room.I could still feel the weight of Chadwick’s hands on my waist, the way his fingers dug into my skin like he was trying to leave a permanent mark. It was the first time he felt... warm. Not just like a cold, calculating statue, but like a man who actually wanted me.I am such a mess. I know that. I was literally folding into the memory of my stepfather’s touch, replaying every second of that kiss on the chair, but then the cold water of reality hit me. I had fucked Miguel, the man who wanted Chadwick dead. I am a walking disaster zone. If Chadwick ever found out I let his enemy touch me like that, he wouldn’t just be disappointed. He would hate me for eternity.The panic started rising in my throat, that familiar, suffocating

Danny's POV My heart didn't just stop, it felt like it withered up and died right there in my chest. I stared at Leo, my vision getting all blurry and sharp at the same time. How? How could he possibly know? "How... how did you know?" My voice was so shaky I sounded like a little kid who had just been caught stealing candy. I hated it. I hated how small I felt standing in my own house, pinned against the guest room door by the guy who was supposed to be my safe place.Leo didn't answer right away. He just laughed, a low, nasty sound that didn't belong in my mum’s house. He leaned in, his breath hot against my neck, and then I felt his tongue lick my ear. It wasn't sexy. It was disgusting. It felt like a snail crawling over my skin, marking me as his property. Before I could even gag, he slammed his mouth onto mine. It was a brutal, punishing kiss nothing like the soft, sweet ones we used to have back when life was normal.I just stood there. I didn't move. I didn't fight back. My br

Miguel's POVI stood at my window , the glass cold against my knuckles as I stared at the shimmering, jagged skyline of the city. Behind me, I could hear him breathing, shallow, hitched, terrified. Danny. My little siren. My biggest mistake.I didn’t turn around. I didn't have to. I could feel him in the air, the scent of that expensive, flowery soap he used and the underlying musk of pure, unadulterated fear. It did something to my blood. It made it run hot and thick, like liquid lead."Come here," I growled. My voice sounded like gravel grinding together. He was shaking. Good. He should be. I reached back without looking and grabbed a handful of that soft, blonde hair, yanking him toward the floor to ceiling glass."Look at it," I hissed, forcing his face toward the window. We were sixty stories up. Below us, the world was just a grid of tiny lights and ants crawling in metal boxes. "That’s the world, Danny. It’s big, it’s cold, and it doesn't give a fuck about you. Only I do. Onl

Danny's POV The air in Chadwick’s office usually smelled like expensive mahogany and the kind of high end espresso that cost more than my weekly groceries. Today, it just smelled like ozone and a storm about to break.I stood there, my hands shoved deep into the pockets of my baggy black jeans. I could feel the fake mustache itching against my lip, and the black dye on my scalp felt tight, like a helmet. "I will ask you one more time," Chadwick’s voice was a low, dangerous vibration. He was standing behind his desk, his knuckles white as he gripped the edge of the wood. "Why are you dressed like this? What is this... charade?""Because I can, Sir," I said. My voice sounded small in the high ceilinged room, but I kept my eyes locked on his. "It’s my hair. My face. My life." "You will go to the bathroom, you will scrub that filth off your face, dress like my Danny and you will come home with me. Now.""No," I whispered, my lip trembling despite how hard I tried to be tough. "Do what