The Step father and His plus size obsession
Leo stopped just before the double doors, his hand sliding from my back to gently grip my elbow.
He leaned down, his mouth hovering just inches from my ear. The charming, golden-boy smile dropped from his face, replaced by something dark and entirely predatory.
"He told you that you belong to him, didn't he?" Leo whispered, his voice so low it was barely a breath.
I froze, my heart slamming against my ribs. I turned my head to look at him, my eyes wide. "How did you—"
"Arthur always marks his territory before he even touches it," Leo interrupted, his pale blue eyes locking onto mine, swirling with a twisted, possessive amusement.