The Step father and His plus size obsession
His thigh was still pressed against mine, his dark eyes locked onto the door with a twisted, psychotic sort of amusement.
"Open the door, Damian," Leo’s polished voice called out again, though the fake sweetness was starting to fray at the edges. "I know you’re in there. And I heard a voice."
Damian let out a low, rough chuckle that vibrated right through my chest. He didn't step back.
Instead, he reached up, his large hand brushing a stray lock of hair behind my ear, his knuckles grazing my burning cheek. It was a deliberate, claiming gesture.