Loving my Father’s Wife
His eyes were a piercing, icy blue—eyes that didn't look at her, but through her.
"My father was a fool," Julian said, taking a slow step toward her. "He thought he could buy a piece of heaven to keep in his bed. But look at you. You’re just a girl with a pretty face and a black heart."
He stopped just inches from her. He was so close she could feel the heat of his body, a stark contrast to the coldness of the house. He reached out, and for a terrifying second, Mary thought he was going to strike her. Instead, he took a strand of her hair between his fingers, his touch surprisingly gentle and horrifyingly intimate.
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